The shining Shoko Toyokawa

But she was sure of one thing—

"I'm definitely going to drive that fifth-generation one!"

Meanwhile, Lenai-chan was showing off her parfait.

Chapter 40: Are today’s junior high school students all monsters?

"Gundam!"

In Lenai's eyes, five iron giants that looked like god-like figures were reflected, along with the maintenance personnel who were busy working on the iron giants using ropes, steel frames, and even ladders.

Although they were maintenance personnel, their movements were hardly skilled, and they were not wearing any military uniforms from any country.

Instead, they are wearing the same orange uniforms as the F1 race maintenance personnel.

Their skin colors are different, and their ages range from 20 to 4-50 years old.

"Odysseus Gundam..."

The lamp was also stunned.

"Where's the external flight armor?" (Note 1) Not seeing the most important part he'd expected, Li Xi asked, "Only with the external flight armor can the Odysseus Gundam be called a fifth-generation mobile suit, right?"

(Note 1: The Fized Fighter, an external flight armor component, is an external Minovsky aircraft whose primary function is to provide flight capabilities.)

"Perhaps they think it's too dangerous to hand over the fifth-generation mobile suit directly to us."

Naomi Misora, who was standing next to her, did not refute Su Shi's words.

According to her style, no rebuttal or answer means acquiescence.

"Oh, why is that? Then we can only use second-generation mobile suits... They seem much more powerful than second-generation mobile suits. Anyway, if it's not the fifth generation, what we can do is quite limited."

Aiyin was a little depressed.

"The generational division of MS often doesn't determine strength," Su Shi explained to Aine, "If these MS and their actual abilities are the same as in the anime,

The Odysseus Gundam, created in UC104, surpasses many third-generation mobile suits in terms of power output, defense, and optoelectronic systems.

"Then which unit am I?" Aine didn't dwell on this question too much, and turned around to ask Misora ​​Naomi the question that she was most concerned about.

The shoulder armors of the five Odysseus Gundams are painted with numbers, namely Unit-01, Unit-00, Unit-1 to Unit-3.

"Unit 3,"

"Hey, why is it the last one? Um, Miss Misora, can we get on now?"

"Before that, you should read the manual first," said Naomi Misora, her head annoyed by Aine's noises. "We still have some physical training and simulated driving to do. Once the Gundam is running, sitting inside it will be tough. You should be mentally prepared."

"Yes~"

Aiyin stretched out her voice as long as possible,

"I was an honor student who served as student council president, so getting first place was easy for me."

Aine was full of confidence in herself.

…………

"You're kidding, right? Are all the junior high students nowadays monsters?!"

However, in the physical fitness test on the first day, she lagged behind Deng, Li Xi, and Lenai. Among the five of them, she ranked second to last.

"Physical strength isn't everything. We'll have a small test on the driver's manual in a few days. Go for it, Aine."

Su Shi comforted her, but when the test results came out, Ai Yin almost cried out.

"How did you manage to get a 99 in such a thick driver's manual? Didn't you guys ever sleep, Sushi-san and Riki-chan?!"

"You guy, stop calling my name!"

The room shared by five people was filled with laughter and joy.

For them, today is also a day of peace.

…………

……

The mornings in Caucabaijan at the end of April were still cold. Freelance journalist Shaya was walking through residential areas affected by the fighting at the beginning of the month.

Due to the chaos of the government system, until now, the people of Caucabaijan are still "sleeping" under the ruins.

Every day, the number of confirmed deaths is rising.

Next to these areas, the relatively intact corners and telephone poles are covered with missing person notices.

On the bottom layer of missing person notices, family members would post photos and carefully describe the appearance.

Nowadays, there are fewer photos in missing person notices. Most of them only mention the color of clothes the missing person is wearing, or what decorations he or she is wearing, which are characteristics that will not be eroded by time.

Xia Ya did not say a word, but silently captured all of this in the camera.

"Down with the Zaku! Down with the MS! Down with Menia! Support the UN resolution to ban the use of MS in warfare!"

On the edge of the remaining area, people shouted in Gaujabaijani, English, and even Hussein.

Xia Ya wore sunglasses and a mask, and a steel pipe was hidden inside her black coat.

Chaos breeds crime, and she'd already reasoned with the criminal once with that steel pipe.

But soon, it seemed that I needed to use it to make sense again.

"Stop, don't run!"

Four men were chasing a brown-haired woman in broad daylight, running towards Xia Ya.

The woman was about 24-5 years old, with short curly hair and typical Slavic appearance.

Although being 'hunted' by four men, she was not panicked and her breathing rhythm was steady.

Xia Ya stepped back and waited until they all ran past her before she followed them calmly.

Logically speaking, for women with weak physical strength, they should escape to places where there are many people.

But the woman seemed to have lost her way in the chaos and ran towards the nearby ruins.

It was almost evening, and the crows were cawing wildly in the twilight, looking eerie and terrifying in the ruins filled with the smell of decaying flesh.

When Xia Ya caught up with them, there were four men lying on the ground.

The woman who was chased all the way was holding a bloody baton in her hand.

That was not a ten-dollar toy sold at a roadside stall, but standard police equipment.

"Who are you?!"

The short-haired woman looked at Xia Ya, her eyes quickly scanning her coat, and she became alert.

"Ms. Natasha, long time no see,"

After taking off her sunglasses and letting the other person see her face clearly, Xia Ya smiled, but did not approach her carelessly.

She didn't ask why Natasha gave up her $2-a-month job at Ying Lili's house and came here.

Just as the other party did not ask her why she came here,

In the adult world, many things don't need to be made clear.

"So it's you, Xia Ya."

It can be seen that Natasha has tried her best to smile, but her actual expression is completely fake, and the blood spots on her face make her look a little creepy.

"Ms. Natasha, do you need to disguise yourself?"

As she spoke, Xia Ya took off her coat and motioned her to get it herself.

"Thanks,"

Natasha thanked her and quickly took Xia Ya's coat and put it on. "If anyone asks you, show your passport with English in it and pretend you don't understand what they're saying. If they speak English or show you my picture, just say I robbed you."

She spoke the language of Area 11, which was a completely minority language in this country next to the Caspian Sea. There was no way those rough guys lying on the ground could understand her.

"If it's a robbery, there's no reason to leave me a pair of sunglasses, right?" Xia Ya smiled and handed the sunglasses to Natasha.

The latter took the sunglasses and looked at the steel pipe in Xia Ya's hand, wanting to speak but hesitant.

Did she want to say to Xia Ya, 'Go back to a safe place'?

Xia Ya felt that there was no such possibility. "It seems that Miss Natasha, you need a helper. If it is not something top secret and I can do it, I will listen to it first."

Natasha took a deep breath and discarded her worries.

"Please, Miss Xia Ya, can you join us in saving hundreds, thousands, or even more people?"

Chapter 41: Whirlpool of Hatred

"Use MS as a bomb."

At Xia's lodgings, she placed a cup of bitter coffee in front of Natasha and sat down with her own cup.

"Taking advantage of Armenia's victory parade to destroy most of the enemy's mobile suits in one fell swoop would level the imbalance in combat power and allow us to reclaim lost territory. This is a strategy worth trying."

"If you stand in the position of those people, it is true, but Armenia will definitely not send all its MS to participate in the parade.

Even if more than half of the MS were destroyed, the remaining MS would still be an overwhelming force for the current Caucabaijan.

The most optimistic scenario is that after the attack is successful, Hasman will directly go out to help Caucabaijan.

The most pessimistic scenario..."

Having said this, Natasha took a sip of bitter coffee.

"Gauchabaijan has been defeated again, and its land has become a battlefield..." Xia Ya put down her cup. "No, the worst-case scenario is that the two sides remain deadlocked, and war becomes a regular occurrence, just like the war that just ended on the Black Sea two months ago.

With powerful mobile weapons like MS that can easily cross most terrains, the battle lines of both sides could be broken at any time.

That means many civilians will be drawn into the war.”

"The civilian casualties will be several times, or even dozens of times, more than what they were just now," Natasha looked out the window, seeing thousands of lights in the night.

"Why don't people understand? This kind of war is meaningless.

The three major powers around it, Russia, Kazakhstan, and Slovenia, will neither allow Caucabaijan to annex Armenia nor allow Caucabaijan to be annexed.

Just like this time, Armenia retreated under the threat of Hasman,

The vortex of hatred will grow larger and larger, engulfing everyone in these two countries..."

"Is that so?" Xia Ya placed her hands on the table and said seriously, "Then we have to take action. Miss Natasha, could you please lend a hand to Ave Mujica?"

"Huh?" Natasha looked stunned and a little dazed, which reminded Xia of her childhood friend.

"Could it be that you, Char, are Oblivionis?"

"How could that be?" Xia Ya smiled helplessly. "Ave Mujica is an organization, and Oblivionis is a valuable spokesperson.

If I could decide, I would let Oblivionis go to a peaceful country to study, and preferably form a band to cover up his tracks."

"If a fifth-generation mobile suit like Cosey intervenes, it would be easy to force those guys to surrender."

For the first time, Natasha smiled.

“Although Miss Natasha’s smile is rare, I still have to tell you the truth. Ave Mujica has decided not to use Cosi easily anymore unless someone launches genocide.

Just like nuclear weapons, it's best to stay on the launch pad.

If Cauchy is used arbitrarily, everyone will be in danger.

By then, it won’t just be the Atlantic MS International Countermeasures Department that’s against Ave Mujica.”

"Everyone has their own difficulties," Natasha drank the bitter coffee in one gulp. "I won't say anything naive like showing mercy. If possible, please don't let them suffer too much.

Some of them have saved my life, some have been my playmates since childhood,

But gradually, we both couldn't understand each other anymore, maybe it was because we were apart for too long..."

Xia Ya: "Aren't you going to talk to them again?"

Natasha: “We’ve talked so many times I can’t count…

I was supposed to fight for my hometown, but suddenly I ended up fighting with my friends.