Chapter 1963
Calculation!
Chapter 1963 Calculation!
In the space region where the colony satellite Oasis was located, a civilian spaceship flew out of the colony unnoticed and disappeared into the dark universe in the blink of an eye.
Char (Neo Zeon) gradually revealed a smile as he watched the civilian spaceship depart.
"Commander-in-Chief, you seem very happy."
"I am a student (proton) who is following Char (Neo Zeon) around," Dorell Rona asked curiously.
Just now, when that guest who claimed to be from Earth and was dressed in white arrived, he took the initiative to ask to leave temporarily in order to avoid suspicion, and Char (Neo Zeon) readily agreed.
Driven by curiosity, Dorell Rona eventually couldn't resist trying to probe from the sidelines and gather information.
In fact, he was mentally prepared to be reprimanded to his face and alienated.
However, what happened next was beyond his expectations.
"Dorel, don't be nervous. This will be the good news you tell your father and grandfather yourself."
Char (Neo Zeon) saw right through the thoughts of the boy who had been sent to him by his own father.
Although he tried to appear more mature and reliable, the youthful vigor and impulsiveness were still hard to conceal.
Just like that young nobleman he met when he entered the Zeon Military Academy under the name Char Aznable, he was young and energetic, but also longed for recognition from others.
Hmm, thinking back, their hair colors do seem quite similar.
"I'm so sorry, Commander-in-Chief Char! I was reckless!"
Regardless of whether Char (Neo Zeon) truly forgives him, Dorell Rona must issue an apology.
"Heh! I told you there's no need to be nervous, Dorell."
Char (Neo Zeon) stepped forward, gently patted Dorell Rona on the shoulder, and told Dorell Rona the information he wanted to know.
"Okay, get ready. You should personally tell your father and grandfather this news! A powerful nation called the Hell United States has been born on Earth, and its existence has already attracted the attention of the Earth Federation Forces! Soon, the Federation fleets roaming the Earth-Moon Sphere will gradually decrease, and our opportunity has arrived!"
"The United States of Hell?"
Dorell Rona was initially delighted, but then immediately became puzzled.
The timing of the emergence of this Hellish United States is far too coincidental.
Just as Neo Zeon and Death Vanguard's covert operations were about to be discovered by the Earth Federation fleet, a powerful force emerged on Super Earth that the Earth Federation had to take seriously.
Could it be that···
Because of his previous recklessness, Dorell Rona decided to keep quiet and not speak rashly again.
Immediately afterwards, Char's (Neo Zeon) voice rang out again.
"Dorell, you are very smart. I have high hopes for your potential."
Dorell Rona was taken aback, his heart pounding with shock.
Could that distinguished guest who claimed to be from Earth just now be a hidden pawn planted by Char (Neo Zeon)?
Moreover, Char (Neo Zeon) is somehow tacitly acknowledging his speculation.
Thinking of this, Dorell Rona quickly lowered his head and replied.
"No. Commander-in-Chief, you flatter me."
Char (Neo Zeon) smiled slightly, his eyes shining with approval for his junior.
"No. I rarely praise others. Captain Dorell Rona, go and do your job!"
Dorell Rona's heart skipped a beat, and his voice involuntarily rose slightly. He immediately stood at attention and saluted, "Yes, Commander!"
Char smiled and nodded, responding with a military salute, before watching the noble young master of the Death Vanguard depart.
Then, Char turned to look at the lush green forest outside the window, and the smile on his lips gradually faded.
Several days later, a civilian spaceship silently glided into the spaceport of Grips 1, the colony that served as the Titans' headquarters in space.
As Sirocco stepped out of the spaceship, he saw a burly man, as large as a small mountain, standing at the door waiting for him.
"Colonel Basque. You're not coming to pick me up, are you?"
Sirocco raised an eyebrow and stepped forward, making a joking remark.
"Hehe! Lord Sirocco, I have come to greet you on the orders of the General. Please!"
After receiving instructions from his superior, Jamitov Hyman, Basque Om softened his attitude towards Sirocco, showing none of the toughness he displayed in front of others.
"Good work!"
Sirlok nodded in acknowledgment.
He was supposed to come to Grips-1 with Jamitov, but due to receiving a certain encrypted message along the way, Sirocco deliberately used the excuse of needing to go and negotiate with some merchants about the trade of goods between the Jupiter fleet and the Titans to slip away from Jamitov's group.
Now, Jamitov has directly dispatched Basque Om, whom he relies on, probably because he wants to find out what Sirocco has been up to.
Sirocco remained completely unperturbed by this, and even calmly engaged in some discussions with Baskar Om about the current situation.
Among these issues were the sudden demand from Chabro headquarters that the Titans send a fleet to support the war against the Hellish Federation.
"Lord Sirocco. The general's intention is to comply with Chabro's request and send a fleet and mobilize multiple ground forces to participate in this war."
The news that Basque revealed surprised Sirocco.
Based on his understanding of Djamitov, the old man had already considered the pursuit of Neo Zeon as a mission that had to be completed, and he wanted to seize command of the Earth Federation Forces by destroying Neo Zeon, and then gradually press towards the Earth Federation Council to plunder more power and benefits.
Now that Djamitov has completely overturned his previous strategic plans, he must have set his sights on the suddenly emerging Hell United States and want to recoup all the benefits he couldn't get from Neo Zeon from this Hell United States in one go.
"I've heard about that Hellish Federation on the way here. But is the situation really that serious?"
Sirocco feigned ignorance of the details and asked in bewilderment.
Basque nodded, then took out a document from a hidden compartment under his seat, handed it to Sirocco, and his expression gradually turned angry.
"Lord Sirocco, this is something General Jamitov specifically asked me to bring to you. He hopes that after you have read it, you will take General Jamitov's place and lead the fleet to eradicate this heinous crime for the Earth Federation and for humanity!"
"Outrageous?!"
Sirocco's gaze shifted slightly, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes.
Could even the tough-guy Basque Om show such anger?
It seems that the upheaval caused by that hellish United States far exceeded his expectations.
He guessed the beginning correctly, but it seems he guessed the process wrong.
but it does not matter.
As long as the ending remains the same, and things proceed to the final step as he envisioned, it won't cause any major problems.
(End of this chapter)