The two sides soon collided, ZAFT's square formation slamming into the Earth Alliance's triangular formation.
The remaining scrapped, unmanned Drake-class ships at the head of the formation embedded themselves into ZAFT's lines according to their preset programs and began to detonate.
Their plan was simple.
Generally speaking, a breakout plan required the friendly forces breaking through to spread out to both sides afterward, enveloping the enemy and forming an encirclement.
But first, they might not have enough forces right now to complete an encirclement, and second, it would waste too much time. They were going to provide support, not wipe out this delaying force.
So the assault team's operational objective was to punch straight through like a bullet. That way, the enemy's cumbersome Laurasia-class ships would not have time to turn around and chase them.
Xu De and the others in the outer units were the bullet's casing, responsible for protecting the ships inside, as well as cleaning up after they left.
Of course, just as Xu De had previously expected, there were not many Laurasia-class ships on the other side—only a little over twenty—and at most just over seventy Ginns.
They had an absolute advantage in numbers.
"They're coming!"
Soon, Ginns were already trying to break through from their flank, and Xu De opened fire at the same time.
"What? A silver-white Ginn?"
Because of the lock-on alarm, the ZAFT Coordinator also saw the silver-white Ginn with the Earth Alliance emblem on its shoulder armor.
"A Coordinator?"
Driven by the arrogant belief that only Coordinators could pilot Mobile Suits, the ZAFT pilot quickly misunderstood Xu De's identity.
But just as the young man, eyes red with fury, charged forward wanting to cut down the Coordinator traitor before him with his own hands, another lock-on sound rang out from his