Gundam Fire Still

"M02, the drone has been shot down." He shouted over the comm channel.

"M03, the drone is also out of contact, leaving images with blast marks on the screen, but no targets on the ground."

"M02, you have seen some ...."

"No, no dust raised by travel, no fire fired, no moving objects."

"Enemy contact ahead, type unknown, should be an air unit, prepare for air combat!" Carl said over the JFK communications channel.

"Should be helicopters, G01, 02, take cover," Colonel Hoffman, sitting in the ship's command chair, immediately recognized the form, the lack of response on the ship's high-powered anti-aircraft alert radar at a distance sufficient to break through the neutron jamming meant that the adversary must be hiding at low altitude, flying with the cover of the terrain, airborne from the moon's surface The two Super Abrams tanks coming down didn't have much in the way of air defense, they needed to pull back a bit and let the ships open up their anti-aircraft fire nets, "How's the Air Tyrant?"

"Two of them are ready to strike, but the other two will have to wait a while." The head of the hangar's ground crew quickly replied

"Put the pilot on standby."

"Understood, ready to strike." From the screen, it looked like Mu was already wearing his flight helmet.

"Intensify air-to-air alert, CIWS deploying." the captain's chair, Marius, skillfully sent orders from his terminal to the CIC.

"CIWS, use anti-aircraft chains; Korinthos, load shrapnel warheads," Ensign Bucky Lulu skillfully sent more detailed instructions to the fire control officer.

"Activate Gottfried, maximum particle dispersion, ready to fire." Marius seemed to suddenly remember something and added the order to activate the main gun. "Get those infantry tanks and infantry to hide underneath the battleship, we'll take cover."

The war machine of the entire battleship, and in fact the entire team, began to run in an orderly fashion. The four infantry fighting vehicles with their 45mm chain gun muzzles raised ducked beneath the Archangel's behemoth like chicks under a hen's wing, and to their rear, the two MBTs were hiding their bodies behind the dunes while turning their turrets to the sides, alert to possible flanking targets; at the forefront, the two anti-MS destroyers raised their left arms with their shell-and-gun unity systems; ready to maneuver at a moment's notice With Ginn standing on the side of the ship, it was clear to Carl that a standing MS would be a priority target for the other side, and this could give other points of fire an opportunity.

In the high-speed helicopter gunship, the pilot was well aware that he was close to his target, and he pressed the power on switch to get the anti-armor missiles on the mounts into a ready-to-fire position. His squadron was supposed to strike sooner, but the locally recruited ground crew had been more inefficient than he'd expected, with the experienced adjusters taking care of the MS, especially the expensive Baku, and the new ones on the ground. "The Agile Helicopter Squadron had to rely on a natural human readiness group led by the Adjuster Captain, but they were far less efficient than their fellow Adjusters could have been. The time lost on the ground had better be made up in the air, he planned so. A countdown in the bottom right corner of the screen was about to reach zero, and he sent a brief code over the comm channel, then violently let the helicopter pull up from behind the dunes. As expected, he saw the bridge of the ship, then the white hull of the ship below without a hint of a line of fire to the air, next, a flashing red one-eyed MS, and with the agility of a good adjuster he locked onto it as a target in an instant, then pressed the launch button, and the missile mounted on the wing whistled out with a trailing flame; only then did he realize that a new target had appeared in its Right now, closer and lower down, there was a strange armored unit that hadn't been seen at first glance because of the angle restriction; meanwhile, a rapidly flashing radar alarm meant that a very close, or very powerful, radar had locked onto it.

"Eleven o'clock, high altitude, high speed target approaching, it's a missile!" The radar officer's scream resounded through the bridge of the Archangel; and at that moment, the dark green Zaft helicopter gunship group leapt out of the top of the dunes.

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3. nightfall (middle)

The timing was spot on, very spot on, just as the captain had planned all along, the mission clock in the bottom right corner of the screen quietly jumped to 0:00, and just as planned, the helicopter brigade began their raid, anti-ship missiles from the mothership simultaneously correcting course with the helicopter group as the marker point and appearing overhead of the target; meanwhile, MS Baku's main display had shown the front canopy fiercely Hedgehog-like lines of fire and explosions erupted. Immediately after, green beams of light erupted closer to the ground.

It was clear that Zaft's Desert Tiger was no slouch, and in the face of his three-dimensional strike that, while not the first to arrive, was a three-dimensional strike that narrowed the time error to seconds, the members of the Archangel were almost about to make their first mistake, with the second fire control officer of the first-comer setting the first target of the CIWS, located on both the flank and the front, for the incoming helicopter, and when the more threatening anti-ship missile The first fire control officer, who was not familiar with the powerful 225cm main gun, didn't know what target to fire at; fortunately, Lieutenant Bucky Lulu, who had been in fierce combat and could judge the situation better, didn't yell "Attack! The CIWS switched to intercepting the missile, and meanwhile, Marius in the captain's chair switched the screen in front of her to the main gun's interface and pressed the fire button on her own terminal - she knew no one could know the experimental beam cannon better than she did, and there was no time to waste in the field! Give Tech Notes.

Zaft's group of helicopter gunships leapt from the top of the dunes and opened fire while firing pyrotechnics and decoys around them to jam all infrared-guided weapons, and they were told they would face a heavy rain of anti-aircraft rounds -... ---which was obviously true, but was different from the truth. What they saw was the oncoming dazzling light that made them reflexively close their eyes tightly; four beams of particles in maximum diffusion mode sliced through their formation, radiating photons of light that temporarily blinded some of the drivers, while a storm of sublight-speed energetic particles formed and swept away everything in their path. The Adjuster's keen reflexes and judgment saved some of them, and one pilot who stepped on the throttle hard enough was lucky enough that the diffused beam only made a few holes in the landing gear bay of his suddenly leaping fuselage, but just below it, a helicopter that had been hit directly had been reduced to a ball of fire; in the next second, the light vanished and the "agile" pilot was able to see that the light had been released. "The helicopter squadron had lost their three helicopters in the light path, and worse than that, the best time to attack had been lost the moment they had ducked. The ATGM that had lost its guidance was left with a rather narrow radar view, the targeted Ginn took a slight leap to the side, and the missile that had lost its target had no time to find another target and had to hit its head in the sand. The radar alarm in the helicopter's cockpit had been beeping rapidly, indicating that a powerful, or close, radar was scanning it, but by the time the pilot saw the missile trailing below them, it was too late, and the close distance between them gave the helicopter no chance to maneuver out of radar lock on the MSD or to avoid the incoming missile.

Galen. Marcel felt a bit exasperated and helpless at the same time, his first chance to give the helicopters, which were used to bullying the tanks, a head-on hit, but when they appeared on his lock screen, he didn't get a chance to fire, and the target he had just finished locking on was smashed to pieces by the powerful main guns of the rear mothership, while his No. 2 managed to take the first hit; but when he tried to select another target on radar When he heard something, he immediately left the air defense system behind and hosted it on the computer. Because he heard someone on the channel shouting "MS approaching! Number 4, no, 5, bearing...." A small smile appeared on his face, fighting ground units, especially MS, was his main mission, MS-Destroyer shouldn't just be a name or a codename; Galen switched to the main gun's interface, then slapped his pilot "Move it, man, make it run. " The tacit understanding of working together for so long made it so he didn't need to explain to his driver how many gears to use or what direction or anything like that.

"Chief, you don't need to say it twice!" The pedal was steadily pressed, the gas turbine engine gave a low roar, then the MSD lunged out like a frightened rabbit, just as its designer had hoped, the tracked unit had excellent maneuverability and handling in the desert, and Galen pointed the barrel in the direction of the target's impending arrival, knowing that those Zaft liked to emerge from the flanks the best; meanwhile, the unit at The left arm's bullet-and-gun system was still working under the operation of the vehicle's computer, and the anti-aircraft weapon modified from the ship's CIWS system was still programmed with the distinctive CIWS features. The computer determined that the first target was an incoming anti-ship missile, and the six-barrel Vulcan Gatling cannon fired a heavy curtain of bullets into the air. , the firing stabilization system originally intended for use on ships made it easy to get it on target even over bumpy vehicles.

Watching the fireworks, nay, far more spectacular explosions explode in the night sky beyond the forward screen and the bulletproof portholes on either side, Hoffman immediately realized his commander's duty after a brief flinch, "What's the source of the missile launch?"

"Presumably southeast, as the distance is unknown due to the use of high ballistics and end maneuvers." The Radar Officer said truthfully, "It appears to be a land battleship."

"Let's get the Air Overlord out there," Mu's face suddenly appeared on the side of the screen, "We can use the laser to indicate the target once we find it."

Hoffman and Marius looked up in surprise.

"Now to carry out a claim?"

"Ready squad, what's the status of ammunition and fuel?"

"The two on standby are in standard air combat configuration, the beam cannons are at full power, but the mounts only have anti-aircraft missiles and cannons, and the laser indicators are fixed equipment instead."

Hoffman was undecided for a moment, yet he had just begun to think when a new shout sounded in the bridge, and on the battlefield, time was precious

"Heat source approaching from the southeast! It's shelling!"

"Off land, emergency evacuation!"

"Let the infantry tanks and tanks spread out!"

Damn! Hoffman and Marius both cursed in their minds, the opponent's attacks were quite consistent, and as soon as the motorized units confirmed their targets, the barrage from behind followed immediately

"The launch source is about 25km away, southeast, no other features can be determined." The radar officer remained somewhat helpless

"All right, after the evasive movement is over, the Air Overlord is allowed to strike. Does this ship have warp fire that can be countered?" Hoffman asked back abruptly.

"No, but

Korinthos can use laser-guided, ship-to-ship warheads."

"No, dammit.

Korinthos priority to the air, air tyrants, always harass them with beam cannons first, can't let them fire on us so easily."

"Damn," the same curse escaped Karl's lips, it wasn't a good idea to fly a generic Ginn to maneuver around more numerous and better performing MSs, a Baku cost at least three times as much as a Ginn, and the Ginn's two legs were completely incapable of outmaneuvering an opponent's four legs or tracks on the desert. The first Baku leapt over the dunes, and he was already doing so, as an un-aimed 76mm projectile sprinkled the Baku's assault course, sending up a pillar of sand on the sea, forcing the nimble four-legged MS, with the pillar of sand rising around them, to slow their assault slightly. The concentrated fire from the launchers forced Carl to activate his back jetpack to jump backwards, knowing that the missile guide heads had a close and simultaneously narrow field of view that wasn't too hard to avoid, and that the real threat was the bodies equipped with the mag rail guns. "Smoke bombs!" He shouted over the channel.

Galen used the control panel on his left hand to select a set of smoke grenades from the multipurpose launcher and fired them roughly in the direction of the friendly MS, while slowly adjusting the main gun's sights with his right hand, he was already beginning to get a feel for the movement patterns of one of the targets, these nimble quadrupedal MS were harder to deal with than Ginn, but they were bound to be no faster than magnetic rail shells. At some instant the firing button was pressed quickly and firmly.

As Carl's plane ran out of the smoke screen, he saw that two Baku were down and burning, an MSD's main gun was heading this way, and at the same time, on top of the dunes behind it, two MBTs were obscenely revealing their turrets. But one Baku had turned in their direction, which was not good news, and Ginn raised the beam rifle hanging from his waist and fired a few threatening shots there, the tank was no match for these MS once it was allowed to close the distance, but at the same time, the proximity alarm in the cockpit had begun to sound, and as the smoke began to fade away, the shadow of the high speed moving aircraft broke through the fog, and as his hand began to trigger the The throttle, while the dull, heavy shock behind it hit him, and for the first time he truly understood why so many natural soldiers had shown hostility towards the Adjusters as the war progressed, even if you had reacted tactically, judiciously, and correctly, even offsetting the differences in the performance of the body; your opponent had knocked you down based on purely physical reactions and disparities in impact resistance, and it was not Fair, sure, nothing was fair, but it did anger the soldier; hell, he thought so as the airbags popped in the cockpit and obscured the view of the surrounding area.

Several pieces of the back winged jetpack flew apart with the impact, and the blue and white painted Ginn plopped down heavily on the dunes.

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4. nightfall (below)

Though his face remained unchanged, when he saw the sky explode with explosions and lines of fire stretching upwards, Seb. Ashuman knew his heart was beating faster, and he wished the vehicle beneath him was faster, but this was already the fastest speed of the already overloaded Toyota pickup, which was seating three people, plus two anti-tank missile launchers and several rounds of ammunition; there were several other similarly overloaded pickups and jeeps a little later, but he knew that they would definitely hold the weight, and that the only problem was the Will those coalition forces in front of us hold up.

Like the desert natives of every age, they disliked being ruled by outsiders. Even though they were no longer nomadic, and most of them had long since moved into cities rather than tents, and drove cars rather than rode horses or camels, this aversion to foreign rulers was as instinctive as their seemingly innate courage, either from their ancestors or from the desert itself around the cities, which their ancestors had inhabited for thousands of years. Whether those rulers are from Europe, America, Asia, or the universe.

The armies of the United Eurasians from the north didn't stay with them for long, they were quickly defeated and fled back the way they came, while new rulers fell from the sky. Initially, reckless young men attacked the heavenly invaders with machetes and bricks, some of whom didn't even know what it meant for those from the universe to be called Adjusters, and they were quickly subdued and imprisoned or killed without question, without even doing a bit of harm to the targets they were attacking; so some of the less impulsive ones started using rifles and roadside bombs like Some of the rifles they used were even left over from their last generation, or the last generation that did it, and others started using some of the older methods, like scorpions or vipers; some of them worked, but many more were caught, tortured, and killed. After one of the Adjuster's jeeps had its tires punctured, then was reduced to a burning wreck by an ancient RPG on a desert road in the middle of nowhere, they began using those steel behemoths to hunt them down and drive them out; these opponents were powerful, more powerful than any all their ancestors had ever encountered, but like their ancestors, the desert rebels always had a way to hide and slowly Learn ways to confront them.

They'd seen the wreckage from that war in the desert, the charred, blasted and twisted remains of the behemoths proving that they were by no means indestructible. And meanwhile, more educated people joined them, people who had gone to college and knew about mechanical engineering or electronics, and old men who knew about the last war that had taken place here, the last war, giving them more corners to hide in the desert, more electronic equipment in their stronghold, networks, and all the tools they could use to stay in touch with the outside world. There were also the aliens that came with it, who wanted to work together against the Adjusters; some were against this cooperation, because they saw either the Adjusters, or the people in America, Europe, or wherever else, as just aliens who coveted something of theirs. But they chose to cooperate anyway, because they needed more suitable weapons, and they could also know from various sources that the foreigners were also looking out for themselves, and that the foreigners who were being beaten by the Adjusters could not threaten their lands for the time being. There were also the Waste Merchants, some of their compatriots had joined the group that pursued the wreckage left by the war, those who were only interested in the wreckage lying on the sandy sea and didn't mind who had destroyed who, the Waste Merchants were feeding off the war to grow themselves, but that wasn't a bad thing for the resistance here. Everyone knew that bows and arrows were inferior to rifles, and rifles were inferior to machine guns and cannons; through these channels they were slowly acquiring something that could defeat the steel behemoths known as MS, they weren't easy to work with, their warriors lacked training, but at least, they had a way to fight back.

The explosions of the battlefield ahead had been clearly discernible, he could make out the continuous clatter of rapid-fire guns, the propulsion of missile fire and explosions, the roar of tank engines and the helicopter rotors looming behind the dunes ahead. Seb slowly hefted the heavy launcher over his shoulder, it was the best weapon they could get to penetrate the MS, and to paralyze them he had to hit the right spot, and that took both care and courage, many a novice had hurriedly fired a missile the moment they saw their target in the center of the scope, but that attack would only put a few holes in the MS armor. It's just a couple of wires burned out.

And this was a good opportunity, the adjusters were focused on dealing with the Unions that were falling from the sky, it would give them a better chance to aim than they normally would. Using those Unions as bait wasn't going to put him or his companions off, he just hoped that they didn't collapse too soon so that the newbies would have a long enough time to aim.

As his worn-out pickup stopped at the top of the dunes, he brought his eyes up to the scope, and the first thing he was seen was a Ginn, but it was a completely different color than the MS he'd seen the adjusters fly; he froze for a second, and in the next second, the MS disappeared from his field of vision and was replaced by an airframe he was already familiar with, a Baku, which had just viciously put the The Ginn from before had crashed to one side while exposing the entire tail to his scope, it was a Baku he'd been dealing with for a long time, he could even recognize a scuff mark on the rear leg of the Baku, left by an RPG he'd fired a few weeks ago. He pulled the trigger without hesitation, knowing he was aiming in a good spot now, with the engine on the rear of the fuselage that gave off a tremendous amount of heat, as well as the bomb feeder for the magnetic rail gun on his back.

The East Asian produced missile had a name that was a mouthful for him, but they called all these shoulder-fired missiles javelins, and the one he threw with its trailing flame tail hit the quadrupedal behemoth in the ass just as he had hoped. After the smoke from the explosion cleared, he could see flames coming out of the charred hole, and the behemoth was indeed slowing down. Then his fellow pickups came to a halt and fired their javelins. It was only then that Seb, who had lowered his launcher, saw that two Baku had been shot out of large holes and were burning on the battlefield in front of him, and a somewhat odd looking vehicle, something he wondered if it was a tank or not, turned one of its turrets and fired a shot at the one he had hit, and just as he had seen the effects of the destruction on the wreckage, the bodies with heavy armor in the torso position on the It was shot through like a piece of paper.

"Listen, don't mistakenly injure those Unions, we'll have to go talk to them later, and that blue Ginn seems to be a Union as well, don't point your weapons at them, do you understand?" Seb grabbed the walkie-talkie hanging around his neck and yelled at his companions.

At the same time.