Chapter 2: Pre-Battle Intensive Training

Should it be said that he is a grunt-loving model builder with otaku attributes?

Having just experienced an air disaster and transmigration, Li Boyong actually had the mood to appreciate the appearance of the Mobius. Interested, he even grabbed a maintenance sergeant who looked like he had some years of service and asked him to explain the structure of the Mobius's parts in detail.

After he slightly satisfied his curiosity, he, who could barely be considered a qualified soldier, finally came to his senses and began to organize the known information, think about his situation, and what actions he should take next.

First, he knew he had arrived in the CE Century. Even though his body was still his original body and his name was the same, he now had the identity of a supplementary MA pilot for the Eighth Fleet's advance team, and incidentally, a rank of Second Lieutenant.

Next, the advance team he was in had just detached from the Eighth Fleet's main force and was heading to rescue the Archangel, which was being pursued by the ZAFT forces.

Then, he received a system mission requiring him to survive the upcoming battle and board the Archangel.

This made him feel a bit pained. Although it had been many years, his memory of the original anime plot was a bit blurry, but he basically remembered that this Eighth Fleet advance team was completely wiped out by the ZAFT forces...

Finally, there was his MA piloting skill. His only experience was the few simulation battles just now, and he hadn't even figured out the basic operation of the machine...

Damn it!!!

If a natural rookie like me drives an MA onto the upcoming battlefield to face the MS piloted by Coordinators, wouldn't I be the grunt of grunts, the cannon fodder of cannon fodder?

No, no, I must stay calm. There must be some way!

This makes no sense!

Others get sent heads from thousands of miles away, and I get sent to my death by transmigration?

This is going to blow up!

I can't calm down at all!

Li Boyong paced back and forth in the hangar in a somewhat irritable manner, making the maintenance crew think this rookie had been driven crazy by the initiation ceremony just now.

After a long while, Li Boyong's eyes rolled, and he looked around to see if there was any possibility of running away by driving an MA. After all, he had no sense of honor for this army, nor did he think about sacrificing his life for the Alliance.

But unfortunately, although the Alliance army couldn't beat the ZAFT army, that was due to the backwardness of their weapons and equipment; their military discipline and system were still very mature, and there were no loopholes to exploit.

Moreover, that painful mission required him to board the Archangel, and he didn't know if anything bad would happen if he just ran away like this.

In the very end, Li Boyong found that the only thing he could do was to use the limited time to familiarize himself with the operation of the Mobius as quickly as possible and survive on the battlefield with his own strength.

Thinking of this, Li Boyong hurriedly climbed into the simulation cockpit from before and started training according to the manual.

There must be a big difference between simulation battles and real combat, but he had no other choice now. The fleet in high-speed navigation could not allow him to conduct real-machine training with the Mobius, and a small rookie Second Lieutenant like him didn't have that authority.

Moreover, this simulation cockpit was military-grade after all, and the data and materials used inside all came from real combat. In the simulation battle just now, the heavy feel and repetitive operations when he piloted the Mobius proved that this simulation cockpit was not a "deceptive game console" meant to boost a rookie's confidence.

After entering the simulation cockpit, Li Boyong immediately chose combat training against a GINN.

This way, he could not only familiarize himself with the operation of the Mobius but also understand the combat style of the GINN, this type of weapon.

As for formation combat or something, that kind of thing that requires a long time to build tacit understanding with teammates was not what he needed right now.

Facing such pressure and predicament, Li Boyong in the cockpit seemed to have been ignited with a bit of fighting spirit.

You have to know that he himself was a top-tier fighter pilot in the Republic, possessing extremely outstanding piloting talent; otherwise, he wouldn't have been qualified to be selected as a test pilot for a new prototype fighter at such a young age—that was a fighter plane secretly under development by the Republic.

How could a soldier with such a resume not have his own pride?

And being able to pilot a flying vehicle to engage in combat in a space environment, ask yourself, which pilot could resist this temptation?

Gradually becoming familiar with the operation of the Mobius, Li Boyong even slowly started to feel excited.

Especially after defeating a simple-difficulty GINN one-on-one in a simulation battle, that long-lost sense of satisfaction made his body tremble slightly, and the simulation cockpit was filled with the taste of "tax evasion" (a pun on "enjoyment").

Although it was only simple difficulty, it was enough to make Li Boyong happy for a while.

You have to know that that was a GINN. Compared to the Mobius he was piloting, it indeed had a huge performance advantage, and the combat power ratio to the Mobius reached an exaggerated one to five.

But a mass-produced MS like the GINN was not an invincible enemy. As long as the Mobius's 75mm Railgun hit, it could still cause damage to the GINN.

Seeing a glimmer of hope, he made persistent efforts, bringing out the best state of his military career to absorb various knowledge, familiarize himself with various operations, and analyze what kind of maneuvers he should take when piloting the Mobius against a GINN.

Time passed unknowingly like this. When Li Boyong came back to his senses and felt a bit exhausted, he hurriedly stopped the training to let his body and spirit catch a breath.

Now the Eighth Fleet could encounter the enemy at any time, and he must reserve enough physical strength for real combat. After all, he was just a natural, not that kind of super Coordinator who could fight for a long, long time.

Li Boyong returned to the cafeteria and asked for some food. Although it wasn't mealtime, as a pilot, he still had this bit of privilege.

While eating, he thought about some happy things to adjust his mood.

After the meal, Li Boyong once again threw himself into training to hone his fit with the machine.

Just like this, eleven hours after Li Boyong transmigrated into this time, the Nelson-class cruiser Montgomery he was on sounded a search alarm.

"All hands to battle stations, MA pilots immediately report to your respective machines."

The ship's broadcast carried the somewhat nervous voice of the communications girl, staining the originally calm atmosphere inside the ship with some heavy colors.

Hearing the alarm, Li Boyong immediately headed to the pilot's locker room, where his three teammates were joking around while changing into pilot suits, seemingly unaffected.

After seeing Li Boyong arrive, the captain had the interest to tease him about whether he had been pestering that female soldier, which was why he was the last one to arrive at the locker room.

Li Boyong ignored their teasing and just changed into that orange-yellow pilot suit at his fastest speed.

After the four MA pilots finished changing, they entered the hangar together, entered the Mobius cockpits with the help of the maintenance crew, and conducted the final checks before sortie. ===== CHAPTER 3 =====