The news of the death of Nabona Mingo, the leader of the resistance against the company, the African Union, and even Lars Horn's exploitation, was broadcasted live on Dott 3's news. The entire Dott colonial satellite group was in an uproar.
Some people gloated.
Some people cried bitterly.
Some people, full of anger, led like-minded partners into the company's warehouse and took out the MS stored in the warehouse. They shouted that they wanted to avenge Nabona Mingo, that they wanted to fight for the future for their children and grandchildren, and that they wanted to show the big shots who stood at the top all day, exploited them, and treated them as worthless weeds. They rushed out of the colonial satellite with the slogan.
However,
The workers did not know that someone had been waiting for a long time outside the Dott colonial satellite group.
In fact, from the moment Nabona Mingo began to move and became the leader of the struggle for the Dott colonial satellite group, Lars Horn's surveillance and even promotion had never been absent.
Not for anything else.
It was for this moment.
Using all kinds of methods to attract most of the rebels who hated Dott, hated the African Union, and even hated Lars Horn himself, and then, catch them all in one fell swoop.
So.
Now, it was time.
The flagship of the Arrianhead fleet.
When the workers who stole the MS and armed spaceships deliberately left by Lars Horn all over the Dott colonial satellite group appeared, the radar of the entire fleet immediately locked onto them.
At the same time, a series of information was gathered in the flagship of the Arrianhead fleet.
"Report! The rioters have successfully stolen all kinds of weapons on the colonial satellites we left behind. Now, they are attacking the guards set up by the Dott company on the various colonial satellites in a dense formation. Please give instructions! "
The long-time plan finally came to fruition.
The commander of the Arrianhead fleet nodded slightly, then waved his right hand and ordered loudly.
"All units of the Arrianhead fleet, listen up! Now, the culprits who dragged the Dott colonial satellite group into the Abyss of Chaos can no longer hold back their arrogance!! They are trying to challenge us, Lars Horn, who controls the top force of human society! So, there is only one thing you need to do! "
"That is to make these arrogant people who don't know the immensity of heaven and earth regret living in this world!"
"Ms Troop! Attack! "
Arianhead's fleet commander gave the order, and Gretz's fleet, which had been on standby, immediately rushed into the warning circle of the Dort colonial satellite cluster.
At this moment, not only was the warning system of the Dort colonial satellite cluster alerted, but even Spina Mandy, who was piloting the looted airship, and the workers on the armed airship had noticed the incoming MS army.
The meaning of the dense light spots extinguished most of the anger of the workers on the spot.
"That … that's Lars Horn's Arrianhead fleet!!?? How could this be?! How could Gretz and Lars Horn be here?! "
The densely packed dots of light were undoubtedly Lars Horn's main MS, Greiz.
Its firepower, armor, and even mobility were beyond Spina Mandy's standards.
In fact, in a sense, the furious laborers were far inferior to the well-trained and calm MS pilots under Lars Horn.
Of course.
Those laborers were not incompetent people.
Otherwise, even with Galalhorn adding fuel to the fire behind the scenes, it would have been difficult for them to succeed.
"Calm down! We still have weapons in our hands!! Aim! Attack! Let Lars Horn and those bastards have a taste of our power! "
The same thought,
The same action,
The same thought kept appearing in the hands of the laborers.
But …
When the first fireball lit up in the sector of Dort 3, Gudelia, who was standing in the bridge of the Fisherman's Fire, couldn't help but clench her fists. Her snow-white skin also became incomparably red.
"Gudelia. What is your dream? Or, what has supported you until now? "
Lacus retracted her gaze from Gudelia's hands that were gradually tightening but did not know the pain. She stared into Gudelia's eyes and asked.
Gudelia didn't say anything. She only bit her lips and subconsciously looked to the side.
But now, the person standing next to Gudelia was no longer there.
And the owner of that figure was now standing in an even further place — in an almost undetectable corner, silently watching all of this.
She didn't say anything to support Gudelia, nor did she say anything to repent for what she had done and what she had almost done.
"Gudelia. The person I want to ask is not someone else. It's you, Gudelia Lana Bernstein! "
Lacus had noticed Gudelia's little action long ago.
Ever since she met Gudelia, she had been inseparable from her maid Fumitan. She had also relied on Fumitan.
If this maid Fumitan treated Gudelia wholeheartedly and treated her as her master, this wasn't a bad thing.
But the bad thing was that Fumitan had been sent by the mastermind behind the scenes who had been manipulating Gudelia Lana Bernstein's life from the very beginning.
Thus, Gudelia, who relied heavily on Fumitan, was nothing more than a puppet before she had a clear idea of what she wanted.
"I …"
Fumitan's betrayal dealt a heavy blow to Gudelia.
Perhaps she didn't know that after losing Fumitan's support, she was like a lost girl who had lost her guidance, lost and helpless.
"What's wrong? Is this the revolutionary girl that the Martians saw as their hope? "
Lacus pressed forward step by step.
Lacus became more and more aggressive, but strangely, no one in the bridge spoke up to stop Lacus.
This was because Ray Mingkai had already left the bridge earlier to prepare for the attack.
In order to support Ray Mingkai,
And to ensure that Fishfire could be preserved in the upcoming battle, Olga, Eugene, and the others had no choice but to use all their strength to prepare everything they could.
For this reason, Olga and the others didn't have the time to pay attention to Lacus pressing on Gudelia.
"The Martians …"
Lacus pressed on step by step, and Gudelia subconsciously took a step back.
But the moment her foot landed, Gudelia thought of the orphans on Mars and the tragedies she had witnessed.
"No! I've always acted for the sake of the Martians who have suffered and been oppressed. This wasn't an idea, an idea, or even a goal that was forcefully instilled in me by anyone. "
Gudelia clenched her teeth. The scene of her being lost in the slums when she was young appeared in her mind.
She had personally witnessed children who were younger than her but starved to death because they didn't receive any food.
Even the candy that she had personally given out had almost become the cause of evil for the children who had accepted the kindness from her, Gudelia Lana Bernstein, to be beaten to death on the spot by the other children hidden in the shadows.
If …
If it wasn't for Fumitan …
In an instant, the memories of the slums in Gudelia's mind mysteriously pointed to a person.
A person who had always been by her side and supported her like family.
Vmitan Ademos.
"Fumitan. You were the one who guided me to the slums when I was young, right? "
The maid standing in the corner raised her head slightly and nodded expressionlessly.
"Yes! That was based on Nobilis Gordon's instructions. "
"Is that so?"
The maid's frank admission made Gudelia reveal a bitter smile, a bitter smile mixed with helplessness.
However, the moment she turned her head and looked at Lacus, the bitter smile had already disappeared quietly. It was replaced by a serious and strong face, as well as a pair of eyes shining with determination.
"Lacus Klein. Maybe I understand now! In this world, not only are the people on Mars suffering, but here, there are also people who are oppressed and exploited like the people on Mars. "
Gudelia's voice became sharp and high-spirited.
"If, if I turn a blind eye to all of this and don't take any action that I can, maybe I won't have any qualifications and face to go back and see the Martians who have placed their hopes on me."
Looking at Gudelia's eyes full of determination, Lacus suddenly smiled.
"Is that so? Then, please don't forget what you just said. "
Then, Lacus took a step back and stood next to the automatic door.
"Gudelia. Having a firm ideal is a good thing, but if you don't have enough strength, the ideal you insist on is just empty talk! Fortunately, you have enough power in your hands to realize your ideals! "
"Cha!"
As soon as Lacus finished speaking, a camera pressed under the claws of a pure white lion appeared in front of Gudelia.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The attack of the Grez forces belonging to the Arrianhead fleet was fierce and deadly.
The well-trained Grez pilots, whether it was the attack formation or the attack methods, were far beyond the imagination of the workers.
Even the workers who boasted about how skilled they were in engineering work such as building the Dot colonial satellite and carrying out small planetary explosions could not last more than a few rounds in front of these Grez pilots.
"No!!"
"Go to hell! Go to hell!! "
The one-sided massacre finally calmed down the angry workers.
But what was the use of this?
The workers who calmed down had to face a more cruel reality.
Whether they gritted their teeth and turned around with the Grez forces or turned around and ran, they only welcomed the same final outcome.
"Tat tat tat tat!"
The Grez forces sent out by the Arrianhead fleet were in small teams of three. They kept attacking the broken formation of the workers in order to make it easier for the workers to find a way to escape to Dot 3.
If this meant that the Grez pilots had a conscience, then it was a big mistake.
They were merely enjoying the "performance" of a cat catching a mouse!
If this battle ended too quickly, then it meant that the so-called suppression by Lars Horn was just a performance.
"Hmph. It's about time! It's time to close the net! "
The Arrianhead fleet commander estimated that a lot of time had passed. He raised his left hand and was about to give the order to attack.
However!!
Something unexpected happened.
A faint light suddenly appeared in the shadow of Dott 3.
Gretz, who was chasing after a crippled Spina Rody that had lost the ability to fight again, was cut into two at lightning speed.
"Bzzt … Boom!"
Gretz, who had been severed in an instant, had just been touched by the leaping electric sparks when a tragic explosion followed.
In the dazzling light, the workers who luckily escaped from the Scythe of the Grim Reaper looked at the scene in front of them in a daze.
It was a pair of beautiful light wings that spread out along with Grez's explosion.
"That … That's …"
As the beautiful radiance of the wings filled the eyes of the labor pilots, the owner of this pair of radiant wings, the Freedom Gundam, had already rushed into the battlefield in front of Dott 3.
"A one-sided battle? Just what I wanted! "
The screen in front of him kept showing the destroyed Spina Rody's logo, as well as the continuous receiving of distress signals.
As soon as the uninvited guests appeared on the battlefield, they immediately attracted the attention of one of the nearby Glaze's squads.
It was a coincidence.
The Grez pilot, who was killed by Freedom Gao Da, seemed to have a good relationship with the captain of this Grez team.
As a result, a scene that could be considered to be exceptionally enraged when enemies met took place.
"Tat tat tat tat!"
In the blink of an eye, the Grez team that targeted Freedom Gao Da decisively launched an attack in a formation with one close range and two long range attacks.
"Tat tat tat tat tat!"
The two 120mm short rifles in their hands kept suppressing the Freedom Gundam with medium to long-range firepower. With the Freedom Gundam as the center, the two Glaze Shield-type fighters continued to create opportunities for their captain, the Glaze Shield-type fighter wielding a large halberd, to engage the Freedom Gundam in close combat.
As the saying goes, an inch longer is an inch stronger.
With a large halberd in his hand that had a longer attacking range than Gao Da's dual swords, and with the tacit protection from his subordinates, the captain of the Grez Shield-type soldier felt that he had the key to victory in his hands.
On the surface, the rapid and short bursts of fire from the two Grez pilots who occupied the medium to long range did indeed further reduce the space for Freedom Gao Da's movement. He had to face the attacks from the medium to long range while also being forced to deal with the attacks from the Shield-type soldier.
"Tat tat tat tat!"
In the barrage of bullets from the 120mm short rifles, the Grez Shield-type soldier saw an opportunity. While Freedom Gao Da was pinned down, he swung the large halberd in his hand and went straight to the back of Freedom Gao Da, the center of the strange pair of light wings.
This attack was bound to end this battle, and it was also bound to destroy this strange airframe that suddenly appeared!
"Hum!!"
However.
The final attack that the Grez team imagined didn't happen.
Because the moment the large halberd in the Grez Shield-type soldier's hand was about to touch Freedom Gao Da's back, a sword energy flashed across the Grez Shield-type soldier's chest like lightning.
In the next second, when the gorgeous light wings bloomed again, it was the moment when three deadly and beautiful sparks bloomed on the battlefield again.
"How … How is this possible! How did he get rid of the Grez team in an instant?! How is this possible!! "
The CIC exclaimed in disbelief on the bridge of Arianhead's flagship.
At the same time, a signal that forcibly interfered with the news broadcast channel of Dott's colonial satellite group appeared.
"I'm Gudelia Lana Bernstein! Now, I'm speaking to everyone on Earth! Everyone on Earth, can you hear me? "
"I want to tell everyone the truth, the truth that Lars Horn hid!"
The girl in a red dress with long blonde hair and a serious expression faced the camera fearlessly, and she even revealed her identity to everyone on the other side of the camera!
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