In modern warfare, losing the command system and data links meant total collapse.
Even if they still held a numerical advantage on the battlefield, the outcome had long since been decided.
Without guidance, vast numbers of ranged weapons and missiles had no idea which targets to attack. They could only fire blindly like headless fools.
Before long, countless Ginns, Bakus, fighter jets, and self-propelled artillery units became prey for the Desert Dawn guerrillas, as well as armed forces that had emerged from nowhere.
As for the Archangel and Strike, they coordinated with the Skygraspers piloted by Allen and Mu to destroy every land battleship that might have taken over command authority and data-link transmission.
At this moment, the direct confrontation of the war had officially ended.
What followed would be a naked, merciless, one-sided slaughter.
To keep his machine from running out of power halfway through the fight, Allen even took a moment to replace his battery pack.
Only after the fierce battle across the desert gradually subsided did he open the hatch and jump out of the cockpit. He walked straight toward where the prisoners were being held, then smiled and waved at the Desert Tiger and his girlfriend. "Hey! How does being a prisoner feel? I told you, you never had a chance of winning."
"Damn it! The performance of that machine of yours is practically cheating!" Andrew Waltfield muttered viciously through the pain of his fractured leg.
There was no need to ask what had happened. When Athrun's Aegis Gundam collided with his Baku commander unit, the violent impact had sent shockwaves through the cockpit.
One of his legs had accidentally gotten trapped in the gap between the seat and the control console. When his body was thrown forward, he could not pull it free, resulting in