Chapter 206
Instantly, a large number of KMF shells, including armor-piercing rounds, shrapnel rounds, and armor-piercing rounds, were fired at Lancelot, but they were all blocked by two Blaze Luminous that shone with an emerald-like brilliance, causing sparks to fly everywhere.
Beep beep, the real-view detectors on both sides of the chest armor extended, and Suzaku Kururugi took the opportunity to quickly scan the battlefield.
As ordered by the Antimatter Legion Manfredi and Princess Vera, capture the enemy commander alive and annihilate the paratrooper Wyvern Team.
Where are their field commanders?
Suzaku Kururugi seemed somewhat eager.
Once the target His Highness specifically requested is captured alive, the army can unleash heavy artillery bombardment and barrage without restraint, thus minimizing casualties...
As for the special characteristics of the enemy commander, and His Highness's emphasis on capturing him alive, that's not something a captain like him should concern himself with.
Before he went to Saint Petersburg to attend military academy and complete his basic studies in culture and military command, his position as a junior officer was purely based on privilege. He could not command anyone. Within the District 11 Army Corps, he could only be a leader because of his combat prestige and status. Moreover, he rarely issued orders and always listened to his staff. Suzaku Kururugi was well aware of this and was afraid that his reckless command would cause unnecessary casualties.
Scanning the area, "What's that?"
Suzaku's eyes widened suddenly, and her body involuntarily leaned forward slightly.
The commander wasn't found; instead, a beast was found killing friendly troops.
"The Hannibal's Wraith?"
He made up his mind and gripped the control stick tightly.
On the other side, Akito Hyuga heard and saw about his comrade being killed, but he showed neither sympathy nor sadness. He didn't even blink; if one had to describe his expression, it was more like pleasure.
As if manipulated by something, he coldly piloted his own [Alexander Type-01], his eyes, originally calm blue, now covered with a frenzied red blush, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.
Those are traces of being subjected to Geass.
Geass about death.
"Die! Die! Die! All of you, die!!"
The boy was destroying everything in front of him.
"You bastard—"
The movements and agility of this white EU mech were completely different from everyone else that Knight of Michael had encountered. It was incredibly fast, and the sensors could only capture its afterimages.
Speeding and drifting, weaving through the gaps in a hail of bullets like a ballet dancer.
The white undead made multiple turns without slowing down, its body switching back and forth between humanoid and beast forms according to the terrain. It jumped, spun, and kicked the cockpit and canopy of a [Sunderland] flat with one kick. With a swing of its Combat Staff, the cockpit of a second aircraft was pierced by spikes.
"Asshole!"
The damaged Michael Crest Captain Class, seeing his subordinate die, went berserk. He tore off his cape and threw it away, brandishing his Thermal Sword with all his might. But he was no match for him. After a collision, his Thermal Sword was knocked from his hand.
"Go to hell!"
Akid grinned as he pulled the control stick forward, and the Reinforced Sleeve Blade concealed in the mech's forearm extended. He seemed to already see the scene of tearing the person in the cockpit apart and granting them death.
"Stop!"
The Flying Swallow Grapple fell, interrupting Akid's actions, followed closely by the brightly painted Platinum Armored Knight.
Transforming and changing direction in mid-air, Akid piloted the [Alexander Type-01] and kicked his opponent hard with his left foot, which was equipped with special extra armor. Clang! The dull impact echoed all around.
"We made it."
With a single arm, Suzaku Kururugi blocked the side kick and stood in front of the damaged Captain Gloucester's fuselage.
"Thanks."
Despite his reluctance, Knight of Michael knew that staying would only cause trouble, so he thanked them and retreated. At this moment, other armored cavalry units from the Area 11 Special Task Force arrived, and the addition of fresh troops dealt a heavy blow to the newly formed Wyvern Team.
"You should die too!"
Bang! Akid kicked the wreckage of the mech forward, and before Suzaku Kururugi could exchange a brief conversation with his allies, he was already sprinting away again. The Electromagnetic Assault Rifle mounted on his auxiliary arm fired, and caseless tungsten needle bullets whistled out of the barrel. He then controlled Lancelot's body to slightly dodge the wreckage. He activated the Blaze Luminous with one arm and swung his sword with the other, severing the Combat Staff.
Unfortunately, the second sword strike was dodged.
Such incredible speed and reflexes! His mech drive system is also remarkably sensitive and responsive, almost comparable to the Seventh Generation Lancelot ...
Suzaku thought to himself.
"Hehehe..."
With a clang, Akid unhesitatingly discarded the damaged Combat Staff, drew his KMF Combat Variable Sword, and a calmness emerged from his mad and ferocious eyes, but equally, there was also excitement and bloodlust.
Custom-designed machine, featuring a special pincer-shaped Flying Swallow Grapple, energy shield technology, High-Frequency Vibration Sword.
The opponent is very strong, that's right, the stronger the better, he must bring death upon the opponent!
"Go to hell!"
He rushed forward.
Two uniquely painted and eye-catching white Knightmare drones collided, crossed paths, and collided again...
Undoubtedly, Akid has encountered a formidable foe!
In the firelight, a look of realization flashed across Layla's face as she sped along.
She saw the platinum mech that clashed with Akid, and she sensed Akid's thoughts and past. She could feel the strong will of the Wyvern Team. Like her, they all desperately wanted this victory, for themselves, for their country, for their ideals, and for our beautiful world!
She has to do it.
She has already seen it.
Through the memory of a soldier from District 11 who had just been killed. He unfortunately landed on the outer perimeter, and whether that was lucky or unlucky is unknown, he witnessed crucial intelligence as a result.
The large land-based command ship of Britannia retreated northwest from the direction of Daugavpils.
The red paint and emblem with wings and blades mark the G-1 flagship of the Order of Saint Michael in this region.
According to the Minsk Front Army, the city's defenders began to waver when they learned of the unrest deep within their lines. Based on their previous combat experience, the armored cavalry units that used to swarm during their attacks on Daugavpils seemed to have decreased considerably.
Sure enough, they ran into the Order of Saint Michael Strategic Reserve. Even if that land-based command mothership wasn't the Britannia frontline command in the Daugavpils region, it should have been an important regional hub.
Smash it!
With a faint blue light flashing in her left pupil, Layla reached out her hand behind her as she piloted her mecha.
Without needing a single word, or even a glance, the heavy firepower squad following the commander removed the cylindrical [Sakura Dite] bomb from the restraint device slot.
Layla held it across her chest, identified it, and activated the timer detonator.
Now it's her turn to do something for everyone.
Through the gaps in the dense forest, she gazed at the massive steel structure moving on the horizon.
Close-range launch!
Without hesitation, Layla assigned tasks, grabbed a launcher in one hand and a cherry blossom bomb powerful enough to vaporize her in the other, and rushed out of the dense forest.
She could clearly sense that the enemy's forces were relatively weak.
Was it because of insufficient troops that the reserves were drawn to Ajid's side?
Considering the pressure from Akid, the arrival of Britannia reinforcements, the near-total loss of drones, and the death of over fifty elite pilots... no, updated to sixty-three, the Wyvern Team has already suffered more than half its losses.
There's no time for indecisiveness.
"Commander, we believe in you!"
They sped past Layla's mech, thanks to the parallelized BRS System in their brains, the injected steroid tranquilizers, or perhaps the inexplicable belief in Commander Marukal. Some were of European descent, some Japanese, and they charged forward one after another, losing seven more men in the process. They had opened a passage to the enemy's mobile command center.
The target has entered the launch range.
A notification is flashing on the home screen.
After Heze deployed chaff and flares to defend against potential anti-aircraft fire, Layla did not hesitate, loaded the cartridges, and fired.
The inconspicuous [Sakura Dite] bomb, barely larger than an oil drum, flew in an arc and landed not far from the outline of the moving landship.
The countdown has ended.
In an instant, Cherry Red Fireball shot into the sky, its impact sweeping everything away.
The lush green grass within a radius of several hundred meters was instantly dried out and withered, and then ignited into a fire.
Layla's mech drifted backward, its High-Mobility Drive Wheel leaving long dents in the ground.
Inside the cockpit, her face appeared pale and pinkish due to the screen's illumination.
When it's all over.
All that remained in sight were flames, ashes, wreckage, and the melting landship.
It was a success!
A look of joy flashed across Layla's face.
She felt the joy of her soldiers.
The Order of Saint Michael, who were besieging them, showed signs of panic.
This is a sign of a command interruption, which means that if we persevere and make some effort, everyone will be able to safely rendezvous with the Minsk Front Army.
Then, her expression turned forlorn, tinged with a faint sadness.
Not for her, but for the soldiers who sacrificed their lives under her command, including the Britannia soldiers who died in the explosion—this was never what she wanted.
If we could transcend the boundaries between friend and foe, and all of humanity could understand each other's thoughts, would war disappear?
Whether it was her imagination or not, Layla felt a burning sensation in her left eye, and she thought she heard other sounds.
"Annihilate these EU people!"
"All Hail Vera!"
"Damn it, how could G-1..."
"Manfredi ...the plan? It's all part of the plan..."
"... Your Highness's meaning..."
The sound of the Britannian Army?
Why am I hearing their voices? The Britannian Army also has BRS System—?!
Before Layla could think it through further.
Aaaaaaaahhhhhh?
Screams.
It was Ajid's scream.
Oh no! Akid is in danger facing the desperate Knight of Michael!
"Akid, hang in there, I'll be right there—"
Before she could finish speaking, just as Layla turned to lead her troops to rescue Ajid, who was drawing fire from the isolated enemy, a piercing alarm suddenly sounded, and a warning sign appeared on the main screen.
Her eyes widened.
An attack from the sky?!
Layla, controlling Alexander, abruptly raised her head. The reality detector focused, and above, light flickered.
Accompanied by the sharp howl of the High Particle Beam beams rubbing against the atmosphere, two dark red beams of light pierced the sky and descended from the heavens.
Rumble, rumble—!
Like a high-pressure water jet, it slashed two streaks of burning ash from a direction far from the Britannian Army's position.
In an instant, the signals of eight more Wyvern Team pilots disappeared in the explosion.
The explosive, dark High Particle Beam plowed to within a hundred meters of Layla before gradually shrinking and eventually disappearing into a cluster of fine particle filaments. The churning lava ravines still emitted scalding heat, like a boiling cauldron of oil in hell.
"Plop..."
Layla strained Hadron Cannon throat. According to intelligence, the only aircraft actually equipped on the Eastern Europe battlefield was the Third Princess's private plane. Wasn't she supposed to have returned to Saint Petersburg and set off with the Ninth Knight to Siberia to pick up her younger sister?
Roar.