As the fierce battle off Orb's territorial waters came to an end, the ZAFT Army on Earth seemed to fall silent all at once.
Once highly active, they began withdrawing their sphere of influence, concentrating personnel and weapons and equipment at several key military bases.
In addition, transport ships descended from space beyond the atmosphere every few days, continuously delivering staggering quantities of supplies.
Anyone who was not an idiot knew that these Coordinator soldiers were about to make a major move.
Those frequent redeployments were the best proof.
After all, the calmest moment often came just before the storm.
In response to the ZAFT Army's unusual movements, the Earth Alliance did not sit around waiting to die.
The Eurasian Federation was still trying to launch attacks against the enemy stationed in North Africa, desperate to retake the crucial Gibraltar base.
At the same time, they did not forget to court the increasingly powerful North African National Liberation Front. They wanted to use the militia force under Artoria's command to launch an attack from the flank and force the ZAFT Army into a situation where it could not attend to both ends.
On the other side, the Atlantic Federation's War Machine was also running at full capacity.
Alaska sent urgent reminders day after day, hoping that the Archangel would arrive as soon as possible, hand over all the technology and data in its possession, and be incorporated into a new combat formation.
In short, everyone could smell the thick scent of war in the air.
The prices of major global commodities such as energy, food, and steel tripled in less than a week.
Meanwhile, the purchasing power of the legal currencies used by various countries depreciated in reverse, making the already difficult lives of ordinary people even harder.
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