Chapter 107 Aslan is depressed and Yitzhak is crazy
C.E71, February 2, 7 hours before the battle.

The cheerful atmosphere on the Archangel did not last long because of the arrival of the advance team.

When a country prospers, the people suffer; when a country perishes, the people also suffer.

The innocent refugees on the ship instinctively sensed an atmosphere rising that was even more depressing than before, and even more anxious!

"Hurry up and do the final inspection!"

"Are all the compartments and important parts of the ship ready?"

"How is Captain Wang Hu's Exax being maintained? Protect the Captain's machine first!"

"Here, a few people, come here and organize all the non-combatants to return to their rooms!"

The hurried soldiers ran in an orderly manner inside the ship, and the already nervous refugees were persuaded by the serious soldiers to return to their rooms.

Unprecedented pressure is coming like a dark cloud pressing down on a city, threatening to destroy it!

"Hey, that guy Wang Hu!"

Sitting in the special gift given to him by Wang Hu, Mu Ji's mouth was covered with blisters due to his anxiety.

"Damn bastard, why doesn't he open this kind of thing himself? Otherwise, at least he could give it to me earlier!"

"What are you complaining about, Mu?"

Is there anything more embarrassing than talking about someone behind their back and getting caught in the act?
Just as Mu was cursing and getting familiar with the operation of the machine in the cockpit, Wang Hu appeared in front of him with Kira.

"Wang Hu. Ahahaha, why didn't you say hello?"

His expression changed in a second, and Mu Huo, a playboy by nature, said with a smile like a chameleon.

"Why did you bring Kira here too?"

"Doing the final debugging for you."

Wang Hu didn't care about Mu scolding him. After all, with Mu's strength, he couldn't do what he did. He just needed to familiarize himself with the new machine before the battle and he could kill everyone in his way.

"Captain Mu, the reason why I asked you to drive this machine is because I took into consideration that although it is a reconnaissance type Jinn."

"Compared to the ordinary Jin En, it has indeed made some optimizations in terms of energy storage and supply."

"But if we want to install the beam cannon pod of Egasus on this Jinn, it will take too long to debug the energy layout and the underlying protocol."

Wang Hu didn't care, but Kira did. Like a loyal wolfhound protecting his master, Kira bluntly refuted Mu's little dissatisfaction.

"And as the main combat force on the warship, Brother Wang Hu's stability needs to be given priority."

"At the same time, for the purpose of confusing the enemy, you, Captain Mu, are the best choice."

"I understand, I understand, I understand." Looking at Kira with a serious face, Mu raised his hands in surrender.

"The top horse hits the middle horse, the middle horse hits the bottom horse, and the bottom horse just makes sure not to be eaten by the top horse."

"Tian Ji's horse racing, an ancient oriental military strategy."

In fact, when Mu saw Wang Hu captured a good-looking Jin En and brought him back, he had anticipated that Wang Hu was planning to take this MS.

After all, with the physical fitness displayed by Wang Hu, he would not feel any sense of incongruity in controlling the adjuster's OS even with his natural body.

Wang Hu will definitely be able to easily control the Strike Gundam's driving system that was adjusted based on Kira's body data!

In fact, after such a long period of contact, few of the fighters on the ship believed the reason Wang Hu used to explain why he could not pilot the Strike Gundam.

But he never expected that the reconnaissance type Jin En would eventually fall into his hands, and Wang Hu gave it to him to drive.

Staring at the wire-controlled gun pods arranged in an X shape behind the fuselage on the screen, Mu sighed.

Looking at Kira who now follows Wang Hu's lead in everything, Mu feels even more confused as if things have changed over time.

Who would have thought that the pilot who was almost forcibly abducted on the Orb satellite by chance was not only a good code programmer, but also an excellent Gundam pilot?

It's true that all the good things are taken by Wang Hu!
He shook his head and thought that family members knew their own business. The feeling of regret in Mu's heart only flashed by for a moment.

Honestly speaking, given the reputation of the Atlantic Federation Army, no matter how hard he and Malu and the others tried, even without the existence of Wang Hu.
If the Archangel really returned to the United Forces' lunar base, I'm afraid they would all have to find a way to get Kira off the ship in advance.

Rumors can kill people!

If Kira is really brought to the Atlantic Federation Army, it would be like watching someone jump into a fire pit with their own eyes!

"Kira, help me modify these data."

After calming down, Mu, in order to win the next possible battle, honestly and humbly asked the adjuster in front of him for advice.

"Hehehe."

Smiling happily, Wang Hu watched Mu and Kira busy in Jin En's cockpit.

The figures of Kira and Mu in my memory have become blurred, but the images of Kira and Mu now are becoming more and more real.

Next.
Turning his head, his sight seemed to penetrate the cold armor of the Archangel, and then spread infinitely to the depths of the universe. Wang Hu thought leisurely about his old opponent.

You have been defeated again and again at your own hands. How will you appear this time?

"Captain Cruze, the fleet searching for Miss Lacus has sent a message."

A new Nazca-class battleship was replaced, but the ship's name was not changed to Vesalius.

Just like the battleship, a new adjutant was replaced, and this adjutant was reporting to Cruze at this time.

"According to speculation over there, Miss Lacus is very likely captured by the Archangel."

"According to our observations, the Allied Forces sent a small fleet headed by the Nelson-class battleship Montgomery in an attempt to join forces with the enemy Archangel."

"At the same time, the main force of the United Nations, the Eighth Fleet, is in a low orbit near the Earth and may also move here."

"Oh?" Cruze, who had just been scolded in Plant, was very satisfied with the new adjutant in front of him.

"If I want to fight the Archangel here, what do you think?"

Surprisingly, Cruze, who was used to being arbitrary, pointed at the advance team on the tactical platform and asked his adjutant in a discussion-like manner. Looking down at the target pointed by his captain on the tactical platform, the adjutant fell into deep thought.

After a while, he looked up at the masked man Cruze and said.

"I agree with the captain's decision in principle."

"But I have a small suggestion."

"Suggestions?" A smile appeared on Cruze's face. After being teased by Wang Hu for so long, it's time for me to take revenge, right?
"Yes, instead of simply attacking the enemy's advance team, I think we can do this..."

"Well, let's do this. You drive the Xigu and lead Aslan and the others to attack."

With a leisurely and fascinated look on his face, Cruze temporarily put aside the unpleasant memories of his return to PLANT.

Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Don’t bully young people into poverty!

Wang Hu, just wait for me!

I will repay you tenfold or a hundredfold for the humiliation you brought upon me before!
On the bridge of the Vesalius, Cruze and the new adjutant decided on the next battle strategy.

In the pilot's lounge of the Vesalius, the atmosphere was very depressing.

It is countless times more depressing than the previous one on the Archangel!
Looking at a corner of the lounge, Isaac, who used to give people the impression of being noisy, was indeed noisy himself.

He didn't even dare to say a word in anger. His eyes would drift to some corner for a moment, and then immediately look away as if he had been electrocuted.

After a while, he uncontrollably looked over there again and then looked away, repeating this over and over again without any sense of disobedience!
"Isaac, did I scare you? I'm so sorry. I'll go back to the Gundam first."

Finally, the gentle boy's voice rang out from the corner that Yisaq had been paying attention to.

Along with this sound, there was also a slight mechanical transmission sound.

"No, no!"

It was as if a needle pricked Isaac's buttocks, and he jumped up like a spring.

There has never been a moment as embarrassing and regretful as it is now, if only slapping myself twice could make the other person feel better.

He would slap himself in the face without hesitation.

"Don't blame you, it's my fault."

The gentle boy's voice continued to sound, accompanied by the continuous sound of slight mechanical transmission.

It was obvious that the young man who was speaking still wanted to maintain his opinion and he didn't want to stay in this driver's rest room anymore.

Perhaps the Gundam cockpit is the most suitable place for me in the future?
"Don't!" Isaac stood in front of the boy at a loss, his face as red as a monkey's butt.

"I will never dislike you just because of the way you look now!"

If the boy in front of him was not male, this sentence would still be very suggestive.

Or maybe the boy remains the same as before, then some people with more complicated orientations will also have some ideas.

But no one would misunderstand the young man now.

Even if they meet someone alone on the street, 99 percent of them will turn around and leave immediately.

"Thank you, Yitzhak."

The boy was still so gentle, but his actions were very persistent.

Seeing this, Yitzhak became really anxious, so anxious that he suddenly exploded with emotion.

He usually yelled at Aslan, but now he was literally roaring at him.

"Aslan, what are you doing? Are you dead? Why are you still silent?"

"..."

There was a moment of silence, and when Yitzhak's roar ended, you could hear a pin drop in the entire lounge.

Only Yitzhak's angry breathing continued to rise and fall.

"It's fine."

After a while, the young man who had stopped moving forward because of Isaac's roar was a little disappointed. Seeing that the man had no reaction, he said to Isaac who was blocking his way.

"It's not his fault. It's my own fault. If I had discovered the other party's conspiracy earlier."

"If I had everyone, this wouldn't happen."

"Nigel!" The voice was hoarse, and Yitzhak's eyes were dim.

With his hands on his comrade's shoulders, he felt uncomfortable both physically and mentally.

I want to curse, but I can’t. I want to hit, but I don’t know who to hit.

The enemy? Or Aslan?

"Okay, thank you." Gently moving Isaac's arm away, the boy walked out of the door accompanied by the sound of mechanical transmission.

"Aslan!"

Diego, who has been slacking off in the team, is trying his best to act as a lubricant between the two factions within the four-member group.

He was rarely angry. Normally you would never see him actually take the initiative to fight with someone.

But now, with dark skin and golden hair, Diego was spewing anger from every pore from head to toe.

When Nigel left the lounge, he jumped in front of Aslan, who was lowering his head.

Grabbing Aslan by the collar, he lifted up the blue-haired nobleman whose father was Patrick.

"A...Slan?"

Diego raised his fist to strike, but his fist couldn't land.

(End of this chapter)