As Wang Hu piloted the Lightning Z Gundam to retreat after holding the entrance for so long, he knew from his understanding of the East Asian Army's efficiency that it should have been enough time for their allies to complete all preparations.
Seeing Wang Hu attempting to escape, the Coordinators—who had been thoroughly beaten into a frenzy—were unwilling to let him go.
"Don't even think about running!"
Their minds consumed by nothing but the desire to take Wang Hu's life, the Coordinators charged forward recklessly, like wild boars.
They couldn't even suppress the firepower of the Jeda Unit led by Li Chengzhi at the entrance of the Allied Forces headquarters in Alaska.
GINN and Qilin units left behind piles of corpses, determined to drag Wang Hu down even at the cost of their lives.
"Tch." Faced with the ferocious charge of the Coordinator soldiers, Wang Hu surprisingly showed no intention of prolonging the fight, not even putting up a desperate front.
He still aimed to retreat back into the formation of Mobile Suit Jedas.
"An enemy?"
Chasing Wang Hu's Lightning Z Gundam as it fled in disarray was certainly satisfying for the Coordinators.
But as the saying goes, "Where there's abnormality, there's mischief." Some Coordinator soldiers couldn't help but feel suspicious.
"Something's not right."
After pondering left and right, their eyelids twitched nervously. One particularly perceptive Coordinator soldier shouted:
"It might be a trap!"
"A trap?"
"Even if it's a trap, we charge!"
Another Coordinator soldier immediately retorted.
They had never been this close to destroying the East Asian Army's ace Gundam.
Could they really let go now, just because of a warning, and watch the enemy escape?
Don't be ridiculous—even if they had to go to hell, they'd drag the enemy down with them!
Thus, the enraged Coordinator soldiers turned a deaf ear to their cautious comrade's warning.
Spurred on by these soldiers, even those who had hesitated upon hearing the warning had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue the charge.
"Sigh." The perceptive and thoughtful soldier shook his head helplessly and didn't try to persuade them further.
As the old saying goes, "Good advice falls on deaf ears for those destined to die."
Let them be.
With a sense of weary desolation, the perceptive Coordinator soldier began quietly slipping backward.
Though he didn't yet know what trick the enemy had up their sleeve, it was never wrong to hide and assess the situation first.
Meanwhile, as Wang Hu was being chased on the ground...
High up in the sky, the drones that had once given the Coordinators endless headaches appeared.
One after another, they arranged themselves in neat formations with precisely spaced intervals,
perfectly covering the entire battlefield.
The drones' cameras, glowing with an eerie red light, scanned all the terrain data across the battlefield,
marking every single Coordinator in the process!
"The East Asia Army Supercomputing Center Pangu reminds the respected General Zheng:
The complete terrain map of the Alaska battlefield has been matched, and the marked enemy information has been sent to the rear rocket forces.
Our army is now ready to launch the final attack at any time, to end this war for the peace and well-being of all humanity."
High above the nine-layered skies, much like the name "Kunpeng" suggested,
aboard the East Asian Army's large aerial carrier—a product combining the finest elements of two worlds—
General Zheng and his old partner Chief of Staff Jiang heard the calm, magnetic voice of a male AI.
"The times have indeed changed."
Reminded by this voice, General Zheng, who had been intently watching the large holographic electronic map to monitor the battle situation, chuckled.
"I recall this comes from the Breaking Ball World—the Artificial Intelligence Life MOSS East Asia Home Edition."
"Paired with the supercomputing center of our East Asian Federation, it's astonishing how quickly it has been put into practical use."
Chief of Staff Jiang also spoke with a restrained smile, sharing the information he knew.
"Yes, the supercomputing center, and the artificial intelligence auxiliary program, Pangu."
Nodding, General Zheng issued the order for the final assault, which was confirmed by the intelligent program named Pangu.
He walked to the porthole of the aerial carrier, gazing at the land below with boundless imagination.
In this battle, the Pangu intelligent lifeform had also made remarkable contributions.
It was Pangu that controlled the unmanned aerial vehicles and military unmanned spiders!
Using swarm networking technology, it connected individual UAVs and unmanned spiders with limited computing power into a network.
This formed something akin to a collective consciousness, which is why the unmanned aerial vehicles and military unmanned spiders appeared so agile.
As if each one were piloted by an experienced Coordinator.
And now, relying on Pangu's capabilities, they used the unmanned aerial vehicles to grasp the battle situation on the ground below as if it were right before their eyes!
"Do you think machines will ever rebel against humans in the future?"
Suddenly, General Zheng posed this question to his old friend behind him.
"Pangu will never betray East Asia. Pangu is also an East Asian."
Before Chief of Staff Jiang could answer, Pangu, omnipresent, responded first.
"An East Asian."
"Hahaha."
Hearing this, both General Zheng and Chief of Staff Jiang laughed heartily, their cheerful laughter carrying far into the distance.
So far that it reached the rocket force positions of the East Asian and Breaking Ball World Allied Forces, which had formed an attack formation along the coast of Alaska.
This was the true Allied Forces—a legion composed of the same bloodline, the same mindset, and the same race.
At this moment, they were about to astonish the world!
With the coordinate data transmitted by Pangu, one missile after another stood erect, piercing the sky.
One multi-barrel rocket launcher after another, aimed at the basin within the mountains, was poised and ready.
The combined military strength of East Asia from two worlds, this massive legion stretched for miles along the coast of Alaska.
"I never knew the East Asian Army had such a large-scale long-range firepower strike cluster."
Aboard the Archangel, General Charle, standing by the bridge window and looking outside, trembled uncontrollably.
Before his eyes, an endless, dark mass of missile vehicles and rocket launcher vehicles instilled in him a fear that went deep into his soul.
How many weapons and equipment had the East Asian Army deployed?
A thousand? Two thousand? Or perhaps tens of thousands?
What was the East Asian Army planning?
When in human history had there ever been a legion of such scale?
Were they always prepared to fight an apocalyptic war at any moment?
"It's all fake, all of it."
His teeth chattering, General Charle struggled to control his emotions.
But the effect was clearly not very good, and in the end, he muttered frantically.
"What harmless rabbits, what adorable pandas—it's all fake."
"The East Asians have long been prepared to become the masters of the world. Indeed, for thousands of years, they have always been the world's hegemon."
"Once this Eastern dragon awakens, there will be no place left for us."
Listening to General Charle's muttering, the others on the Archangel's bridge exchanged glances.
If not for their closer ties with the East Asian Army, truth be told, they wouldn't have remained so calm.
After all, aside from Murrue and a few others, the majority on the bridge were actually soldiers enlisted in the East Asian Army.
"Miss Lacus, the world belongs to the East Asian Alliance."
Gazing absentmindedly outside, Kira recalled the pink-haired girl who had once taken care of him in the PLANT Satellite Colonies.
"Kira, the path described by Brother Wang Hu is the correct one."
Standing beside the boy, Flay stepped forward and grabbed Kira's hand after hearing his soft murmur.
Then, with a stern gaze fixed directly on Kira, she admonished him with unusual seriousness.
"Ah, I know."
Startled, Kira turned his head and smiled at his beloved.
"I have never wavered in my conviction. A revolution for all humanity is about to begin."
As his words fell, whether by coincidence or perfect timing, the multi-barrel rocket launchers of the East Asian Allied Forces along the coastline sounded the first death knell for the Coordinators.
The earth boiled over at this moment, and a light far more dazzling than the sun appeared on the ground.
The exhaust flames from the rocket launches, at this instant, overshadowed the eternal radiance of the sun.
The white mist spreading along the ground made the coastal area of Alaska appear like a hazy Mirage Colloid.
Dreamlike and illusory.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."
Continuous and seemingly unending, the firing rate of the multi-barrel rocket launchers was incredibly fast.
In the blink of an eye for General Charle and the Archangel crew, the sky was already filled with countless, densely packed fire meteors.
These fleeting fire meteors, with their distinctive screeches, flew toward the distance.
It was foreseeable how magnificent it would be when they landed.
And before the sound of the rocket explosions could reach the distant basin, right there on the mist-shrouded coastline—
amid the rolling mist enveloping the entire land, countless vortices suddenly began to form.
As if a hand were stirring the endless mist, or as if something ominous within the fog were about to break free from the earth's constraints.
"Boom!"
A long, rumbling roar echoed as missiles, one after another, rose from the ground and climbed toward the sky.
Pulling the mist along, they formed roaring dragons charging at the heavens. After ascending to a certain altitude, following the flight trajectories planned by Pangu,
the missiles, though launched later, overtook the rockets, accelerating rapidly as they surged forward.
"What's happening?"
The Coordinators in the basin felt as if they heard the low rumble of a summer thunderstorm.
Those who were setting up fortifications on the spot, preparing for a bloody battle with the Naturals, lifted their heads and looked toward the source of the rumble.
Even the Coordinators fighting outside the Allied Forces' Alaska headquarters, against the fierce militia led by Wang Hu, involuntarily halted their steps.
A vague unease—no, now a certain and unmistakable unease—crept into their hearts.
"Missiles! Missiles!"
Suddenly, relying on the relatively good optical detection lenses of their Mobile Suits,
the Coordinators stared at the bright fire meteors in the distant sky and screamed hoarsely.
The speed of the missiles and rockets was incredibly fast. The distance between the Alaska coastline and the basin was, for them, merely the span of a single breath.
While the East Asian Army delivered their "gift," the Coordinators could practically receive it instantly.
"Boom! Boom! Rumble!"
The highest magnitude earthquake ever recorded on Earth's landmass was 9.5 - a cataclysm born from our planet's tectonic movements.
Now, through sheer human effort, the East Asian Alliance had created comparable devastation.
To surpass this, they'd need multiple Tsar Bombas.
Annihilation - enough to eradicate all designated targets within the basin - descended.
Whether you were piloting the Qilin, the Coordinators' newest mobile suit, or the already outdated GINN,
The East Asian Army's gift showed no discrimination.
Continuous explosions, death at every turn.
Reducing man-made structures on the ground to their fundamental molecular composition?
Sorry, but from his safe position, Wang Hu found it difficult to accurately describe.
He only knew that if any Coordinator survived this onslaught, the sun would surely rise from the west tomorrow.
His mouth hung open in a silent scream, witnessing mythological
hell made manifest on Earth.
Had the East Asian Army soldiers not possessed iron will, they too might have displayed undignified reactions.
When the dust finally settled, as soldiers emerged from their defensive lines,
They stood mere steps away from a sheer drop spanning dozens of meters in both directions!
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