Chapter 1745
The Battle of the Generals!
Chapter 1745 The Battle of the Generals!
"The PLANT delegation wishes to see me?"
Upon returning to Muzo, He Ming learned about the PLANT delegation from Lamba Lal.
"It seems the other side can't wait any longer either."
He Ming's words took Ramba Lal somewhat by surprise.
Why did he feel that this "Colonel Ming" had anticipated from the very beginning that the PLANT delegation would take the initiative to contact the Penal Force?
"Your Excellency Lamba, please make the arrangements. We would like to use Muzo's place to have a meeting with the delegation."
"Colonel Ming, there's no need for that. Just give the order."
Before Lamba Lall could speak, Artesia immediately agreed.
With Artesia speaking, no one else could say anything.
Although Artesia has always been reluctant to assume the role of prime minister, everyone sees her as Muzo's hope.
In particular, after successfully resisting the Titans and the visiting Zanscal Empire fleet, Artesia's reputation and prestige grew even stronger.
"Uncle Lamba, I'll leave the supply arrangements to you! I need to return to the manor to handle some matters."
"Yes, Miss. Please rest assured!"
After giving her instructions, Artesia and He Ming nodded to each other, and then returned to the mansion with Crowley Harmon.
As Amuro watched the crowd gradually gather behind Artesia and escort her out of the port, he couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion as he stood on the deck and observed.
Back when they fought side by side on the white wooden horse, probably no one would have imagined that Sierra Mars would one day bring an entire colony, or rather, the entire Side 3, under her control.
Hasavi, who was standing on the deck with Amro, had a much more subtle expression.
In the era he personally experienced, there wasn't much information about Thera Mars, let alone that Thera Mars would reveal her secret as Daken's daughter and appear in Side 3 to guide the people there onto a new path.
"What's going on, Captain Amuro, Lieutenant Mafty? What's going on?"
Hu Suo, now dressed in casual clothes, looked curiously at the two men standing together, who had both fallen silent.
"No. I was just thinking about some things! Hu Suo, are you getting ready to go out?"
Amuro turned around, looked at Huso, who was wearing casual clothes that seemed a size too big and looked particularly ill-fitting, and smiled.
"Hmm, looks like I'll have to buy you some clothes, Husso! Mafti, interested in coming with us?"
"Eh? But, but I've already made plans with Ernesti and the others."
Hu Suo was startled and quickly said.
"Hehe. No problem! We can drive you, right? If it were just you guys, you probably wouldn't be able to buy anything suitable in a whole day."
Amro stepped forward, patted Huso on the shoulder, and then winked at Hasavi.
The latter nodded silently.
"Yes, Husso, you're too old to drive in the city. So, let us go with you!"
"I see! Okay!"
After thinking about it, Hu Suo finally accepted the arrangement.
In the blink of an eye, most of the pilots of the Judgment had slipped away to the Muzo to relax and relieve the pressure of working non-stop.
In response, He Ming readily instructed Lamba Lal to inform the PLANT delegation that the meeting would be held on the Trial.
After all, look at the entire Judgment Ship, there are only three pilots left: He Ming, Christina, and CC.
Although He Ming was a colonel, he still had to obey the arrangements and perform his duties.
Without any objection, Durandal, arranged by Ramba Ral, soon arrived at the port to prepare for this meeting with He Ming. Lunar City, Von Braun.
Lunar Fleet Base.
Tianm held the intelligence that had just been sent back from Muzo via laser communication and fell into deep thought.
In this intelligence report, He Ming described in detail the battle with the Zanskar Empire fleet.
In addition, a report was attached, based on the findings of the maintenance crew aboard the Judgment after they disassembled and studied the remains of the Zoroat and other warships.
Although the report did not use the ZETA Gundam as a comparison object, but rather the Earth Federation Forces' active-duty GM II, it was still shocking to Tiam.
The vast technological gap between the MS used by both sides, spanning at least several decades, alarmed this iron-blooded general who had experienced the entire One Year War in every battle, large and small.
Aside from a few Earth Federation generals, probably few people share his extremely clear understanding of the disadvantages caused by a large technological gap, and the risk of strategic failure.
"A massive space facility suspected of posing a significant risk to humanity by using telepathy?"
After turning to the last page of the report, Tianm could no longer control his expression, which was filled with horror.
Does such a thing really exist?
"No. It is possible."
As Tianm was horrified by the mention of the Angel's Wheel in the report, Rebil strode into the office, took the report from him, and said in a deep voice.
"Tianm. Have you forgotten about NERV in the Third Tokyo metropolitan area? Those 80-meter-tall androids cannot be built simply using human technology."
Tianm gave a wry smile.
"I'm just a little surprised. It's normal for strange things to pop up in this chaotic world the next moment."
Tianm sighed.
"It's just a space facility with a diameter of 20 kilometers. At least it's still within our understanding. But where exactly is it?"
"Colonel Ming has already sent men to track them down. However, it's necessary to prepare a backup plan!"
Rebil knew everything about what was going on.
Although He Ming's arrangements were quite appropriate, he didn't have enough manpower on his side, and if there were any unexpected situations, he might not be able to handle everything.
"General Rebil, you've just returned, and you're setting off again?"
Tianm immediately understood Rebil's idea.
"Born to be a hard worker."
Rebil replied casually.
"Wait! This time, it's definitely your turn to guard the moon."
Tianm quickly stood up and stopped Rebil.
"What? Are you feeling wronged by having to guard von Braun? You know, this is where the hyperspace portal is located. We must protect it!"
“No, that’s not right! General Reiber. We had an agreement! We’ll take turns guarding von Braun. Last time, you led the fleet out! Next time, it should be my turn to lead the fleet!”
In a fit of anger, Tianm spoke without hesitation.
Rebil's eyebrows twitched a few times, but in the end, he was too thick-skinned and gave in.
"Fine! Let's take as many warships and mobile suits as possible! It's rare for that kid He Ming to take the initiative to request support, so this must be a tough nut to crack!"
"of course!"
(End of this chapter)