"This is your Secret Base? It's not in the oasis, and it's not far from the oasis. No wonder it hasn't been discovered."
Mu sat in front of the bonfire, drinking a steaming drink while looking at the surrounding scenery with interest.
Since the sun has just risen above the horizon, the ambient temperature in the desert is very low and will not slowly rise until at least two or three hours later.
In addition, many families in the camp need to light fires for cooking, so simple stoves can be seen everywhere.
Some of them are solid chemical combustibles, and some are things like alcohol, kerosene, Gas Canister.
In short, there are all kinds of things, and almost anything that can be burned will be used as fuel.
From this alone, we can see how serious the current energy crisis is in this ancient land in the north of Africa.
Due to the emergence of Gene Adjustment and Modification Technology in this world, a large number of smart and strong "Newtypes" were created out of thin air, and these Newtypes in turn rapidly promoted the development and application of Science and Technology.
On the eve of the war, even the least developed countries had still obtained Nuclear Fusion Power Generation Technology, allowing the entire human society to possess almost Infinity energy.
Unfortunately, with the tragedy of Bloody Valentine, ZAFT Army retaliated by sending countless Neutron Jammer to the earth, which directly caused many affected Nuclear Fusion power stations to be paralyzed and stopped operating.
Except for a very few resource-rich superpowers like Atlantic Federation, they can still rebuild new Nuclear Fusion power stations in undisturbed areas, or temporarily replace them with fossil energy to ensure that their industrial capabilities and major cities are not affected.
The remaining small countries fell into a state of collapse.
Unfortunately, North Africa, which was directly invaded and occupied by the ZAFT Army, is a typical hard-hit area.
If you look at the living conditions of these Resistance Organization family members, you will know how miserable they are.
At a glance, most people's pots are boiling emergency rations distributed by the army to soldiers.
Including some pickled bean soup, plus a small amount of things like lunch meat, Starch Sausage, and a small amount of dried vegetables.
Staple foods are usually things like biscuits, rusks, cracked brown rice, corn tortillas, nuts and sugar that have been stored in strategic stockpiles for who knows how long.
Compared with Archangel's sufficient material reserves, it can almost be called pig food.
As for fresh vegetables and fruits, for a group of people who live in the desert all day long, they are completely rare luxuries.
To be honest, Allen really admires "Princess of Orb" Cagalli, who was born with a golden key in his mouth, for being able to persist for such a long time in such a harsh environment.
If nothing else, just not being able to take a shower for several months is enough to drive modern women who love relationships crazy.
An uncle with a beard smiled and responded, "Ha! This is all thanks to the guidance of our Goddess of Victory. If she hadn't formulated a series of battle plans and grabbed a lot of supplies from the ZAFT Army, we would still be hungry now."
"Victory...Goddess?"
Mu subconsciously glanced at Artoria who was talking to Murrue and Nataru·Bucky Lululu not far away.
For some reason, he felt from this girl who looked to be only about sixteen years old, a kind of composure that only a battle-hardened general could possess.
"Yes! That's right!" A young man in his twenties nodded proudly. "Look at the weapons we use, about half of them were stolen from the Tiger Logistics Force. Sister Artoria successfully spread false news several times and attracted the main force of Andrew Balt Phil to other places, and we took the opportunity to attack his warehouse."
"If I remember correctly, ZAFT Army's material warehouse usually deploys heavy troops. What kind of weapons do you have to fight MS?" Mu questioned.
It wasn't that he didn't believe it, but he really couldn't understand how it was possible for a single soldier to hold a missile to penetrate the solid armor of a mobile suit.
That is a powerful war weapon that even the main weapon mounted on the Earth Alliance, the most advanced MA, would take several hits to penetrate!
"Hey! Don't you understand? Sister Artoria said that weapons must be controlled by people after all. No matter how powerful the performance of MS is, as long as we look at the right time and prevent the pilots from approaching the machine before they enter, we can grab a vote and retreat quickly. So we created a A simple napalm bomb mixed with White Phosphorus is sneaked close to the MS before it is activated, and is poured near the entrance of the cockpit. When the attack is launched, the enemy's MS, fighter planes, and tanks will be paralyzed because the driver cannot get close," the man with a beard explained meaningfully.
It is easy to see from the smug expression on his face that he is quite proud of being able to use such a cheap method to make the armed and blessed ZAFT Army suffer big losses again and again.
It is precisely because of this that locals like them obey the leader of an outsider, and a young girl at that.
After all, real records cannot lie or deceive others.
"It's unbelievable! It seems that you have really caused unknown threats and troubles to Desert Tiger." Mu sighed slightly as he drank up the drink in the cup in one go.
Just when several other guerrillas wanted to say something, the senior leaders of both parties not far away finally ended the negotiations and walked over side by side.
The man with a beard quickly stood up after seeing it and asked in a slightly nervous tone, "How is it? Have you reached an agreement on cooperation?"
"Yes, it's done." Artoria replied in the affirmative without thinking. "From now on, we will cooperate with Archangel, a subordinate of the Earth Alliance, to launch an offensive against Andrew Balt Phil and his ZAFT Army."
"What's the plan?"
Another guerrilla leader's eyes flashed with excitement.
Obviously, considering the local Resistance Organization who seriously lacks heavy weapons, it is undoubtedly very difficult to really defeat and drive away Desert Tiger.
Apart from anything else, the fact that it lacks heavy firepower and cannot fight mobile suits and heavy battleships is a huge flaw that cannot be compensated for by any tactics.
But now, with the arrival of Archangel, everything has finally turned around.
The reason is simple!
Archangel also has mobile suits, as well as amazingly powerful heavy missiles and main guns. It can fight ZAFT Army in a frontal battle to determine the situation of North Africa.
"The plan is very simple! First, we need to go to the city to inquire about the ZAFT Army's recent movements and arrangements, and at the same time purchase some new supplies and weapons to strengthen the combat effectiveness of the guerrillas." Murrue took the initiative to say.
"Buy weapons and supplies? But... where do we get the money?" Cagalli asked with a frown.
"Don't worry, I have a large amount of money here that I can temporarily lend to Captain Murrue. Captain Murrue will use this money as Earth Alliance to fund the local Resistance Organization." With that said, Allen took out the remuneration paid to him by Commander Eighth Fleet.
Perhaps this is just a small amount of money for a large space fleet.
But for the guerrillas with only a few hundred people, it is undoubtedly an absolute "huge sum of money."
Enough for them to buy some heavy weapons on the black market that could threaten mobile suits.
Cagalli took the small card suspiciously and swiped it on a machine used for transactions.
moment!
The series of numbers displayed on the electronic screen made many people present short of breath.
"This... all this money is for us?" A young soldier opened his mouth in surprise.
"Yes! All this money is for us. Next, we are going to the black market to purchase some components and raw materials. Mr. Allen will help us make and modify many powerful heavy weapons. With these weapons, and the combat power of Archangel, we are sure to drive that tiger out of this land."
At the critical moment, Artoria stood up and gave the guerrilla members a reassurance.
Maybe others don't know Allen's hands-on ability, but she knows it very well.
As long as there are enough raw materials and tools, even without using any Superpowers, Allen can use the knowledge in his mind to create amazingly powerful energy weapons, thermonuclear weapons, and even Antimatter Bomb out of thin air.
"Ah! I almost forgot! You are still Dawn Company's senior R&D staff!" Cagalli shouted as if he had just woken up from a dream.
"We have weapons! We have allies! So we're going to have a big fight?" the bearded uncle asked, clenching his fists.
"The answer is yes! After all, running away all the time is not my style." Allen pursed his lips and revealed a chilling smile.
In this way, after a short exchange, a counterattack plan was finally finalized.
I don't know whether it was because they saw the dawn of victory or because they could finally drive the invaders out of their homes, but the local Resistance Organization members seemed particularly happy anyway.
In order to celebrate this great alliance, they took out their long-cherished home-brew and shared it with the officers and soldiers on Archangel.
Although these wines are not delicious at all, and there is a bit of sourness and impurities due to filtering problems, but as the alcohol gradually takes effect in the human body, the suppressed emotions in everyone's hearts are finally released.
Seeing the people sitting in groups chatting, crying and laughing, Artoria couldn't help but smile and said with emotion, "It's a very cute group of people, isn't it?"
"Did you stay because of them?" Allen asked in an uncertain tone.
"Yeah. It was when I saw them fighting the heavily armed ZAFT Army with crude weapons that I decided to join them and lead them out of the predicament." Artoria admitted openly.
"What about Cagalli? Do you really think of her as your sister or daughter?" Allen touched her chin and continued to ask with a half-smile.
Artoria turned over Byakugan angrily. "Why, you are allowed to raise Sakura as your daughter, but you are not allowed to raise Cagalli as my sister?"
"Of course! But are you sure it's not because you see the shadow of yourself in her? The same stubbornness, the same seriousness, the same sense of responsibility and sacrifice..." Allen revealed the other party's subconscious thoughts in a casual tone.
"Maybe." Artoria showed a wry smile. "Sometimes I really feel it's amazing. We are obviously in another time and space, but when I meet Cagalli, I seem to see myself in the mirror. I think she has the qualifications to become a king and may be able to bring some different changes to the world."
"In that case, just go ahead and do it. I support you. Don't forget, we are Travelers. The reason why we tirelessly explore one New World after another is to feel the possibility of this Infinity?"
After saying this, Allen reached out and gently pulled the small bunch of hair on Artoria's head, then turned around and left without looking back.
The latter looked at Cagalli who was visiting the Archangel hangar, and a faint smile appeared on his face unconsciously.
At the same time, on the other side.
Andrew·Bart Phil der, who had been wandering in circles for a long time in the desert, finally managed to escape back to the city under the rescue of reinforcements.
As soon as they returned to the mansion, a tall and sexy woman with long hair stood on the stairs and teased with a smile on her face, "Andy, if you are in such a mess, you must have suffered a big loss at the hands of the legendary Archangel, right?"
"Damn it! Aisha, please stop making sarcastic remarks at this time. Do you know? There was a pilot on that battleship who was as strong as a monster. The people I brought, including the land battleship, were all killed by him in a very short time. What's even more annoying is that the guerrillas didn't know when to ambush nearby and intercepted all our retreating fighter planes and tanks. Now, they have at least dozens of prisoners in their hands."
Desert Tiger complained angrily as he walked to his room and began to carefully select the coffee beans on the shelf.
You don't need to ask to know that he plans to make himself a cup of his favorite coffee to relieve the shock and stimulation he suffered tonight.
You must know that every time the guerrillas capture ZAFT Army prisoners, they will sell them back at very high prices through merchants in the underground black market as intermediaries.
And these "prices" will become indispensable materials for the guerrillas to launch their next attack.
"A monster pilot?"
The woman named Aisha showed a curious expression.
Andrew·Bart Phil De carefully threw several different coffee beans into the machine and ground them, then poured them into a beaker and adjusted them according to his own unique recipe.
After a while, he took a deep breath and replied in a solemn tone, "Yes! It's a monster! Here are the battle scenes I took. Take it and see for yourself. Believe me, even among Coordinators, the only one who can rival this guy is Red Queen from Le Creuset Team."
"Listening to what you said, I am looking forward to meeting this monster pilot more and more..."