Chapter 1727
The Flames of War Erupt!
Chapter 1727 The Flames of War Erupt!
After the bigwigs from all walks of life left, Artesia breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in her chair, and looked exhausted.
"Miss, please have some good tea and rest for a while!"
Crowley Harmon handed a cup of black tea to Artesia, saying with some concern.
"Thank you, Aunt Harmon."
With no one around, Artesia relaxed.
"Although I had some idea of what was going on, I really didn't expect the situation in SIDE3 to be this bad."
Artesia picked up the cup, took a slow sip, and then sighed.
"Now I finally understand why my brother has stayed at home ever since he came back, and doesn't want to have any contact with this place at all."
"Since the defeat in the One Year War and the reorganization of the Principality of Zeon into the Republic of Zeon, the situation has not improved at all, but has instead worsened."
"To avoid a repeat of the situation with the Principality of Zeon, the Earth Federation Forces are becoming increasingly wary of Muzo and Side 3. You saw those Titans lunatics come here to show off after destroying one of Side 1's colonies."
"SIDE1?"
Artesia closed her eyes slightly, and information related to SIDE1 surfaced in her mind.
"I never imagined that the Titans would follow in the footsteps of the crimes that Kiran Zabi committed back then."
Artesia shook her head, finally understanding why the bigwigs of SIDE3 were so wary of cooperating with the Punishment Force.
They feared that the Punishing Forces would become the second Titans.
However, these so-called important figures still only viewed this drastically changed world from the perspective of the old era, and they did not understand the meaning represented by the Punishment Force.
"Should we expose the Titans affair? That might buy Muzo some time."
Crowley Harmon thought for a moment and then made a suggestion.
“No. Even if we expose the Titans’ crimes, it won’t really help Muzo. What we need to do now is guard our own doorstep and prevent the Zanskars from getting in.”
Artesia put down her cup, turned her chair around, and looked out the window at the cylindrical world.
"Then, we just need to wait. Reinforcements will come."
At the same moment, in the space adjacent to SIDE3, the fleet from the Zanskar Empire completed its assembly.
The commander of this fleet was Tasilo Vaga.
"Colonel Tassillo, has there been any news from Zeon?"
Kronokel Aisha, the younger brother of Queen Maria Amonia of the Zanskar Empire and an elite pilot of the Zanskar Empire's Yellowshirts, walked onto the bridge and asked the fleet commander, who was standing with his arms crossed, looking out the porthole.
(Kronokel Aisha)
"Oh? Is that Lieutenant Kronokel? How are you feeling?"
Upon seeing that he was the Queen's brother, the other party smiled and inquired.
"No, I feel fine. I never expected to be able to travel through time and space in an instant and arrive in this era that belongs to the past."
Kronokel clenched his fist, feeling the power surging from the depths of his body, and said with great excitement.
"That's good. Next, there will be a battle. Lieutenant Kronokel, are you ready?" "Yes, sir! At the Queen's beck and call!"
Whether as the younger brother of the Empress or as an elite member of the Imperial Yellowshirts, Kronokl had no reason to back down.
Moreover, they now face Zeon, led by Deikun's son.
"Before coming here, I read about the legend of Zeon in books, and I never imagined that I would witness it with my own eyes."
"Haha~ Lieutenant Kronokol. Don't have too high expectations! The Zeon that appears before us now is not the Zeon of the One Year War, but the Republic of Zeon rebuilt from the ruins after the defeat."
Tassil laughed and offered a friendly reminder.
"The Republic of Zeon has no military, only a security department. However, according to our intelligence, this Republic of Zeon is not peaceful either, and is constantly colluding with the remnants of Zeon in secret."
"The Republic of Zeon has been involved in various historical events related to the remnants of Zeon."
"Colonel Tasilo. You mean that next, we'll be facing a fleet from the remnants of Zeon?"
Kronokel asked repeatedly.
"Yes, very likely. Otherwise, I can't imagine what power or even SIDE3 would have to refuse the friendship of our Zanskar Empire?"
Tasilo snorted coldly.
"However, even with the support of those Zeon remnants, what can we do? The era we live in now is far in the past, even before the birth of the Zanscal Empire in UC0149."
"Even if the remnants of Zeon possess immense power, the mobile suits they use are nothing more than ancient models from decades ago. Compared to the Zoroat mobile suits currently in service with our Zanscal Empire, they are nothing more than moving iron coffin toys!"
Although his words were full of disdain, they were also true.
Putting aside the chaotic timeline, the Zorroat mobile suits currently in service with the Zanskar Empire are indeed newer mobile suits that are decades more advanced than the outdated Zaku and Tiger mobile suits used by the remnants of Zeon.
Whether in terms of power output, mobility, or weaponry, it far surpasses older, antique mobile suits like the Zaku and Tiger.
This is a point that not only Tassilo and others recognize, but also one that Artesia has to acknowledge.
But who says that only old and outdated mobile suits like Zaku and Tiger can be used to intercept the Zanscal Empire's fleet?
Furthermore, Artesia's confidence in rejecting the Zanscal Empire's "friendship" never stemmed from the MS forces, but rather from other sources of strength.
Tassilo and the others were unaware of this.
They believed that Muzo, and even Side 3, were backed by the remnants of Zeon who had an ambiguous relationship with the current Zeon Republic.
After a series of back-and-forth exchanges, a war was about to break out due to the significant discrepancies in intelligence between the two sides.
As the piercing alarm ripped through the artificial sky of Muzo, all the Muzo citizens who had been informed in advance that they needed to take refuge entered the shelters under the guidance of the staff.
In an instant, the streets of Muzo were teeming with people and filled with noise.
But there was not a trace of anxiety or unease on anyone's face; all they showed was the calm as they followed instructions and lined up to enter the shelter.
"War is about to begin again!"
Standing on the terrace, overlooking the street, Durandal cast his gaze toward the Prime Minister's official residence in the distance.
"Son of Deikun, has the person you have been waiting for arrived?"
(End of this chapter)