According to the pre-battle tactical plan, Wang Hu ceased following formation flight after entering the combat zone.
In this engagement, as instructed by squadron leader Yang Wei, Wang Hu's role was defined as the assassin within the battlefield freelancer team!
This decision stemmed both from trust in Wang Hu's personal capabilities and the experimental nature of the Qilin he piloted.
The performance characteristics of his Mobile Armor made it genuinely difficult to find compatible wingmen. Under such circumstances, forcing coordination would only hinder both parties' combat effectiveness.
Thus, it was better to unleash Wang Hu to charge across the battlefield alone.
Having bid farewell to his squadron leader and comrades, Wang Hu's sharp eyes surveyed the grand theater of war.
Amidst bullets flying from all directions, the first cry of the Qilin Child was about to resonate across the cosmos.
"Come then, Qilin. You're excited for your debut, aren't you?"
Gripping the control stick, Wang Hu quickly locked onto several targets. With a pleased expression, he bared the fangs of his Mobile Armor.
The Qilin's distinctive design, markedly different from standard Moebius units on the battlefield, naturally drew the attention of nearby Coordinators piloting MS GINNs.
"What's that?" one Coordinator pilot asked over comms.
"A Natural ace?"
The eye-catching purple paint scheme prompted another Coordinator to remark that anyone daring to field such a color scheme must be exceptional.
Soon, a veteran of the lunar Endymion Crater Defense Battle shouted a warning.
"Careful! That's a Moebius Zero - from the same Union instructor corps that appeared on the lunar front!"
"But wasn't that supposed to be the Naturals' elite unit that got wiped out in that battle?"
"Could it be the Eagle of Endymion?"
"Pfft." Hearing the veteran's explanation, two or three Coordinator soldiers exchanged glances.
"That overhyped, useless Moebius Zero?"
"Right, right! That unit the Union treasured so much on the lunar front still got crushed by us!"
"That so-called Eagle of Endymion just got lucky surviving, then the Union blew his reputation out of proportion."
Apart from the Laurasia-class battleship sent to patrol the L4 Colony Satellite region suffering setbacks, ZAFT forces had achieved continuous victories across all fronts against the Earth Alliance.
The Coordinators' arrogance - that "fewer than ten thousand Coordinators are manageable, but ten thousand are invincible" - had become deeply ingrained in their psyche.
Seeing the approaching Qilin, these disrespectful Coordinators charged forward together.
"That kill's mine!"
"Nonsense, it's clearly mine. I'm tired of shooting down Moebius units already."
Their arrogant boasts treated Wang Hu as nothing more than meat on the chopping block.
"Oh?" Wang Hu narrowed his eyes at the three approaching GINNs.
Observing how they abandoned their original, nearly defeated Moebius targets just to rush toward him, their intentions became immediately clear after a moment's thought.
"You've already counted me as combat merits?"
The corners of his mouth twitched as Wang Hu quietly closed his eyes, unleashing the spatial perception abilities inherited from Amuro's template.
In an instant, the movements of the three enemy MS GINNs appeared vividly in his mind—including how they planned to attack him and how they would react to his counterattacks.
Every minute detail was laid bare, completely under Wang Hu's control.
Externally, it was as if a bolt of lightning flashed across his forehead. Four wired beam pods detached from the Qilin's main body.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." Eight beams of light bloomed across the cosmic backdrop.
Then, the three MS GINNs, eagerly rushing forward to claim their battle merits, had just assumed their textbook-perfect attack formation when—
"Boom, boom, boom."
No sooner had they attempted evasive maneuvers than they were struck down by the elusive beam pods.
Amuro always aimed for the cockpit—and Wang Hu was no different.
Thus, they didn't even have a chance to be rescued, already reduced to cosmic dust.
"Gunther, Harry, Mylon..."
The Coordinator soldiers behind them blinked, the tragedy unfolding too quickly.
For a moment, their brains seemed unable to process the reality.
Simultaneously, the soldiers froze, the delayed realization only sinking in afterward.
"Ahhh! Damn Natural! He killed Mylon and the others!"
One of the awakened Coordinator soldiers roared in fury.
They simply couldn't accept it, couldn't comprehend it.
Among the Naturals—who moved as sluggishly as turtles and struck with the force of mosquitoes—when had such a defiant, painful thorn emerged?
"Kill him! Avenge Mylon and the others!"
Relying on the MS GINN's performance, the Coordinators' innate superiority, and the power of the auxiliary neutron jammers, they had suppressed the Naturals' combat effectiveness to an abysmal level.
These ZAFT Coordinator soldiers, long accustomed to tyranny, would never allow such a formidable Natural to exist in space.
Or perhaps it was fear—fear that the Naturals, with their overwhelming numbers and production capacity, might awaken their fighting spirit upon witnessing this Mobile Armor.
Whatever the reason, this MA had to die!
Like wolves and tigers, they charged ferociously.
Every MS GINN in the area abandoned their previous targets, enduring the harassment of the discarded Moebius units as they frantically lunged toward Wang Hu.
They were determined to snuff out the still-flickering spark of Natural resistance.
"Go! Get out of here!"
"You can't take on so many GINNs alone! Retreat and fight another day!"
From hell to heaven, from heaven back to hell.
They had believed this battle would be their certain death—and indeed, it had seemed so.
But then, out of nowhere, a warrior from their own ranks emerged, annihilating three GINNs in mere seconds.
The same Coordinators who had been crushing them moments ago now witnessed the might of a Natural firsthand.
The Moebius pilots swelled with pride—but when they saw the enemy abandon them en masse, surging like a dark tide toward their lone champion—
They could have smashed their heads against the ground in despair.
Many Moebius pilots couldn't help but feel anxious for their comrade in the purple-painted Moebius Zero.
In their eyes, facing so many enemies alone—even if their comrade were made of iron—how many nails could he possibly hammer?
As the saying goes, it's hard for two fists to fight against four hands; even the mightiest hero needs support.
"No, we can't let our comrade bear this pressure alone."
These admirable Moebius pilots, disregarding their own safety with battle cries, swiftly pursued the GINN units attempting to surround the Qilin.
They fired autocannons, executed tactical maneuvers to harass, and some even resorted to suicide attacks.
They would never let their comrade fight alone.
For this cause, they treated life—that precious treasure each person only gets once—as worthless as worn-out sandals.
"These are our warriors. This is our conviction."
Wang Hu silently watched these admirable people, observing how they exhausted themselves to cover him and create opportunities for him.
His eyes grew slightly red—it would be hard for anyone not to be moved by such a scene.
"Then, let these be my gifts of gratitude in return."
Th
e wired beam pods launched once more as Wang Hu charged into enemy lines aboard the Qilin.
The 40mm autocannons of the Moebius struggled to penetrate GINN's armor, but before the beam cannons of Wang Hu's Qilin—
All were equal!