Gundam Fire Still

"Nothing, not even abnormal radio contact."

"Troubling," the tiger gave a rare frown, and the desert tiger known as the fearless and heroic commander had to admit to being troubled by that formidable enemy, "intensify drone reconnaissance, especially in areas frequented by guerrillas who should be in and The guerrillas are cooperating, as you can see from that air raid." For that nail in the back, it had to be found and pulled out before the main Union force to the north approached, and once they got acquainted with the guerrillas, the assault troops that came and went in the desert were the most troublesome opponents.

"Any response to the last message sent to Panama requesting reinforcements?"

"As usual, the organism was prioritized for replenishment to the attacking forces at Victoria Cosport, now thousands of miles away; the only one that can be distributed to us here is Zavut."

"Not even Desert Ginn?"

"It seems that the higher ups are preparing some sort of battle plan, so they don't want to separate the troops too early." The adjutant said hesitantly, as if he wasn't quite sure.

"That's possible, if that's the case, they'll have to be quick," the tiger nodded, the Combine was now starting to show a counterattack on all fronts, not a good sign, Zaft should be able to stem the tide if he planned a decisive and powerful strike. "By the way, regarding

Miss Lax, are there any rumors in the army?"

"Uh, no sir, there was some initial doubt about what the Earth Army would do to her, but since she's been in the media again and seems to be doing quite well, there's been no strange talk about it."

The tiger nodded and turned away in silence, there was something really questionable behind that incident in the opinion of the now middle-aged adjuster. Siegel . Klein and Patrick. Sara, while they shared the unity of the Plant Adjusters, specifically the two men, had grown almost incompatible as the war progressed, and the betrothal of their two children was more than just providing an illusion of the two being close as a family. It may be possible to hide it from others, but not from him, a veteran of the Zaft since the beginning of time. If Patrick wanted to start a bigger battle, then there was a good chance that Siegel would once again turn against him on the council, and it was possible that several other members of the council would start to falter as well because they were stuck in a sticky situation, which was clearly not what the main warring faction wanted. If something of some sort happened to Miss Lax at this point, the core of the moderate faction might have lost their position of obstructing the battle. But now, Lax . Klein did not die at the hands of the Union Army, but instead became an opportunity to reopen the door to engagement, and if there was a conspiracy here, it was probably unexpected by those behind it; or was it just a coincidence?

Balthazar Falut shook his head, putting the results of such out-of-the-box thinking out of his mind for the moment. He didn't entirely agree with Patrick's dueling ideas, the Adjusters could indeed defeat the Earth's army, but trying to rely on the population of a satellite colony to overwhelm the Earth's 100 million square kilometers and the population on it was another matter, and within his radical faction there were certain extremists with a tendency to obliterate the natural man; as for the Kleinites, the peace talks they supported were necessary, but they It makes no sense to try to push this peace talks thing forward all the time, it has to be chosen at the right point in time and under the most favorable circumstances that can be achieved. Going to peace talks at a time when the coalition forces are beginning to turn against them will only result in self-defeat.

The middle-aged man looked out the window at the city in silence, as if he was using his sight to find an opponent hidden beyond the city, until a pair of hands gently placed themselves on his shoulder.

"Nah, Aisha, the speedometer only goes to two hundred kilometers on a car, what do you think would happen if you tried to drive it over two hundred?"

"It'll break the watch wow." The female voice replied briefly

"But Aisha, I've never broken my watch before yea." The middle aged man smiled back and hugged the woman's body as well, "What do you think would happen if I broke my watch?"

Note 1.

AWAC, the

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12. plan?

"What did you say? They say we've been discovered?" The young guerrilla fighter said with a look of disbelief as he picked up his rifle.

"Yeah, the boss said they spotted a tiger drone hanging around, so we might have been spotted." The slightly older soldier nodded and shouldered his RPG.

This outpost was located at the highest point of the giant rock, concealed by an earthy camouflage net, not much different from the porous and scratched rocks around it that had been eroded by the sand. The sentry scanned with his binoculars to the east, if the tiger was going to appear he was more likely to come from the east, of course this surveillance was probably redundant, the guerrillas had laid a large number of mines in the desert, they were mostly left over from the retreat of the Eurasian Union, those mines, though very old for the Eurasian Union, were technologically more advanced than the weapons widely used by the guerrillas Quite a few, this width of the minefield is enough to retard any heavy vehicle attempting to cross it, be it tank or MS - if they aren't blocked completely.

Behind them, the Union airborne battleships remained silent, and although their few armored vehicles were often on the move, the huge battleships were so settled without a shot in the shadow of the stronghold's rocky walls that the guerrilla fighters felt that these Union forces were somewhat using them.

"Listen, friendly radar has picked up another drone in the vicinity, you guys take cover." Seb's voice came over the radio at hand.

"Roger, but are those friendly forces really trustworthy? Why don't they just shoot the drone down?"

"If we shoot the drone down, the tiger will make sure we're here, don't you understand any of this?" If it weren't for the fact that the walkie-talkie couldn't transmit anything other than sound, the partisan could almost feel the boss's spittle about to spurt in his face. "As far as they're concerned, the old man says the Americans may not tell you the full story, but what they tell you is mostly true."

"Well, hell," the young man who had grown up in the desert cursed and looked up, reassessing the desert ahead of him that he already knew so well.

For a few seconds, his expression froze violently.

In the distance, the desert he knew was billowing smoke and dust, and then he heard an explosion on the wind.

"Report, unknown explosion in the east." He had no idea what was going on.

"There's our minefield, our minefield ... It's over." The veteran snatched the communicator from the young man's hand and immediately realised what had happened, and although he hadn't been attacked himself, his gritted words contained a clear sense of frustration, and it was clear that the Americans were right.

"The minefield we set up was cleared in an instant," Seb lowered his communicator with a sinking face, he gritted his teeth hard and forced a calm tone on the Earth Army officers in front of him, "If you have any plans, you'd better hurry. The tigers are going to hit us while you're still planning."

"How fast are they draining the mines?" As if ignoring his eager tone, a young-looking Union captain asked a question.

"The sentry said it was a split second, so it must have been a very short time." Seb replied without good grace.

"That would have used the rocket minesweeper that their ship's main guns fire in unison, and I don't think Tiger would have stuck a minesweeper into his Baku's launch tube."

"Any chance it was some kind of special device?"

"I'm not sure, but in the intelligence community, mines, minesweeping-related content is generally on a very low priority."

"Wait, large heat source detected, still on the edge of detection."

"Both the special equipment and the rocket minesweeper appear to be configured on the ships."

"That's right, since their ships are out as well, the tiger should have made up its mind."

........

"Damn it, we're still planning to recover the southern mines and you've delayed until now, but then the tigers hit us, so it looks like they're watching you." Seb appeared angry as he walked around the halls of his cave, loudly interrupting the small talk of the Union officers. "What's your plan?"

"Here's the thing, Commander Seb," said the Union Major in his driver's uniform, turning around and scratching at the map, "if we join you and go straight for the Tiger, or attack the mines under his defense, the battle won't end any better than if those Blue Perestroika attacks So much better, we could easily fall into the trap he's designed us to fall into if we fight on his intended battlefield."

"But now that we don't have a minefield, our home field advantage is gone, and the firepower we have left is completely ineffective against their MS. and you've sent tanks out there again, you can't hold them with just your ships and a crippled MS."

"Tanks and anti-MS vehicles aren't mobile turrets, Commander," Karl wasn't going to get too much into tank tactics with this guerrilla commander, and the infantry fighting vehicles hadn't been idle during the time he'd been busy fixing the MS and debugging the program himself, they'd found some good spots in the surrounding desert. "It's better to have them conduct more mobile operations than to keep them here on the defensive. The tigers will have to take us out before they're threatened by the joint Eurasian main force to the north, and this time they'll definitely be pouring out their nest, Baku or whatever, you guys can't fight just yet, so concentrate your firepower on taking out those helicopters." , this time that Weasel reconnaissance vehicle with light missiles was not part of the battle plan, it had another mission, then these guerrillas better take on some low altitude defense duties.

Seb was somewhat puzzled to see this joint soldier, while emphasizing the bad news that the enemy will inevitably turn out their nest, but no fear or nervous expression could be seen on his face, instead he generously stated that the guerrillas can't fight those MS can go fight helicopters anyway. Although with doubts, but to him, with or without these coalition forces, he and his men are bound to fight to the death, so in that case, it's better to wait and see where the confidence of these coalition forces comes from.

Dozens of kilometers away, high altitude

A drone with a very long wingspan was flying silently over the desert, and unlike the usual reconnaissance drones, it was not deep over Zaft's control zone, but was slowly hovering near the line of control between the two sides in the sea of sand-... -- though in fact the line would have been nonexistent in the middle of the desert. The protruding antennas around its fuselage and the bulge in its internal electronics slowed it down to a rather pitiful level, but that wasn't a problem for a communications relay drone. The problems neutron jamming posed for the Earth Army didn't stop at reduced radar efficiency, the really huge problem was the break in the chain of command and data chain; to compensate for this, a large number of drones had been urgently retrofitted into communications relay drones, hovering slowly at the edge of the effective communication distance for ground forces and relying on their own powerful antennas to extend their range farther out. A little lower in the airspace, cruising several of the Eurasian Union's attack aircraft squads, General Schwarzkopf had ordered that the airspace be kept constantly occupied with aircraft on standby to support ground units under attack below, after the previous armored unit's forwards had been ambushed during the night with heavy losses. On the ground a little further north of them, the armoured units of the United Eurasian Army were trailing smoke and dust, and it was only after barely securing communications and air support that these tanks, which had been fearful of the one-eyed killers of the night all day, began to accelerate.

"There are no anomalies ahead of you, repeat, so far."

"Wasp reports its fuel shortage."

"There's a refueling plane in the KL3 area, let them go over and let Firefly fill the void they left."

"We've lost contact with the third battalion!"

"It'll be another five minutes before the next relay drone reaches your vicinity."

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The headquarters in Cairo was far from the battlefield, but this place exerted a direct influence on the battlefield in the distant desert, a lot of things should have been done in the early warning planes, but now the early warning planes that had become myopic were having trouble taking command of the entire battlefield. Intelligence from all corners of the battlefield was instead being gathered on the ground, Zaft hadn't done much damage to the military base's facilities during the evacuation, and the electronic equipment that had been left behind had made things a lot easier for the arriving coalition forces.

"Communication request for a friendly channel found in the T9 area," a message was sent to this command along with hundreds of other messages. The soldier in front of the screen found the area on his map and was surprised to find that it was already at the edge of his map, he next noted that it was not a ground force that gave the message, but an overhead electronic reconnaissance plane, which always silently collected radio signals from the enemy's direction, but had not expected to intercept a communication request with friendly features. This was by no means an uncommon occurrence, and the communications officer waved his hand and called for his captain.

Archangel, bridge.

"Ahead, large heat source confirmed, one enemy large land battleship, expected to be carrier class, and one small battleship, expected to be destroyer class, firing MS!"