Immortal from the villains of Gundam Seed

Chapter 134 Desert Dawn in North Africa

"Your Excellency, this is the latest news from the intelligence agencies in the region."

In the local ZAFT army station, under the nose of Andrew Balterfield, who is known as the Desert Tiger.

In a house that looks inconspicuous on the outside, but has a hidden hole inside.

Although it was said that after arriving at the Paradise Island base, he was rushed to North Africa to pick up his fiancée home by his brother who suddenly didn't know what to think.

But saying that he was fine, he still delayed arriving at this place for several days.

While lamenting that the trajectory of fate is so unreasonable, because of Kira's rescue of the refugee ship at the last moment.

After the reorientation, the Archangel, which was going to rescue Kira, still landed in North Africa.

While receiving the information sent by his subordinates, sitting on the sofa, Rhodes flipped through the latest information about the Archangel.

"Well, nothing different."

I flipped through it casually, and the Archangel, as always, merged with the desert dawn where Cagalli was, and then cheated the tiger with a few Baku.

Then under the influence of the auspicious light, the tiger retaliated and burned the village of the rebel organization.

What was more merciful was that before burning the village, he greeted in advance in a gentlemanly manner, in a sense, he spared the villagers inside.

It's just that the tiger's gentle approach has not won the understanding of others.

As if flirting with a blind man, Kajiali, who received the news, took a few jeeps with her, and chased after the tiger's ass, screaming for revenge.

If Kira hadn't appeared in time driving the Strike Gundam, his nominal fiancée would have been blown into dry wood by the tiger.

I don't know what expression to use to treat Kagali who seems to have not changed at all on the Kagahara world line.

Rhodes had the feeling that he was winking at the blind man like a tiger.

By the way, the tiger refers to Andrew Barterfield, the commander of the ZAFT army stationed in North Africa.

Because he has the title of Desert Tiger, and his name is too convoluted, so many people directly use nicknames instead of his name to call him.

Just as Rhodes closed the folder and threw it on the table next to him, an attendant walked over lightly, and he leaned over and said to Rhodes.

"Your Excellency, which guest has arrived?"

"Okay, take him to the reception room."

After agreeing, he stood up and straightened his clothes.

It's all here, adhering to the demeanor of hugging grass and beating rabbits, of course it can't just take that crazy girl Kajiali back.

Rhodes also wanted to take a look at the demeanor of the liberators of North Africa in the future.

In addition, if you don't see the above, you will go to North Africa with your own identity, but you will not enter.

It is inevitable that the other party will have some bad thoughts.

One is not good, maybe he will change his position and fall to someone who should not be defeated, such as that Azrael.

At the same time, giving a little military aid appropriately can also allow them to cause some trouble in the ZAFT army's control area, and it is not worthwhile to do the best of both worlds.

Anyway, there are many obsolete gadgets in the arsenal of the coalition army, and there is no psychological burden at all to send some out.

"Hello, Mr. Sahib Ashman, the leader of Desert Dawn, our future liberator and leader of North Africa."

I came to the table in the reception room and sorted out the things placed on it.

Showing a smile for receiving guests, Rhodes welcomed a man dressed in traditional Middle East who came in behind the attendant.

"Thank you for your cover and all kinds of assistance to our contact point. I have to say that you are a very generous person."

Reaching out his hand to indicate which Mr. Ashman who was undoing the cloak around his body would sit casually, Rhodes opened his hands first to express his thanks.

"For friends is what we should do, and this is also for the cause of the liberation of North Africa."

"Actually, we can only go so far now, but I hope Officer Gabriel will be satisfied."

He took off the cloak that covered the wind and sand and his face, and the visitor revealed a typical Middle Eastern face, he said with a smile.

Then he walked up to Rhodes and kissed each other three times, and then gave a bottle of sandalwood aromatherapy, a Middle Eastern specialty, with his right hand.

Lowering his head and looking at it politely, Rhodes turned around and put the gift from Ashman in the middle of the shelf in the reception room.

Seeing that the other party was valued because his gift was valued and Yin Er was satisfied, Rhodes pulled out another boxy wooden box from under the shelf.

"In fact, not long after I came here, I went to see which tiger's lair. As a ruler, he is not cruel."

Holding the things in their hands, neither Rhodes nor Ashman actually sat on the sofa, but stood on both sides of the table and looked at each other.

"But he doesn't belong to the land."

Staring at Ashman on the opposite side, he was talking about the tiger of the ZAFT army, and he seemed to be talking about Rhodes who came to meet on behalf of the coalition army.

"Of course, this land has belonged to you since ancient times. There is no doubt about it, and our coalition army has always recognized it."

Nodding, smiling slightly, Rhodes placed the box in his hand on the map of North Africa on the table, and then continued.

"Please allow me to give you a gift in return. This is a gift given to my grandfather by number one at the time when he was visiting East Asia."

"Oriental Go, which is full of ideological and philosophical meanings, I wonder if Mr. Ashman has dabbled in it?"

I glanced at the chess box that completely covered all the North African regions on the map.

Ashman thought about the meaning of Rhodes' words in his heart, and then spoke.

"Oriental Go? I haven't played it before. I usually play chess in my free time."

"Chess? In chess, the winner usually devours the opponent's pieces."

Looking faintly at the slightly uncomfortable leader of Dawn Desert who was being stared at by him, Rhodes walked to his side and gently opened the box, revealing a little bit of the map underneath.

"In Go, the winner must occupy and protect as much territory as possible with the least force possible. Perhaps Go will be more suitable for you at this time."

After a moment of silence, Ashman stared closely at the map of North Africa in a small corner beside the box.

This man named Rhodes wants to say that the ZAFT army is now like that box, covering the entire North Africa.

In other words, without the support of the coalition forces represented behind him, even if North Africa was lucky enough to use crude weapons such as RPGs, ZAFT was driven away after paying a great sacrifice.

Or will it return to the era when it was arbitrarily divided as a cake by various countries?
"I know that you are here to help us on behalf of the Combined Army."

"At the same time, further attack the ZAFT army, destroy their rule over the local area and plan to collect military supplies on the spot."

After thinking about it for a while, he reminded Rhodes in a roundabout way, isn't it your joint army who needs our help now?
"Of course, your Headquarters of the Fighting United Army, as well as the major council members have all given extremely high evaluations."

Patting his shoulder Rhodes moved the box further.

Little by little, all the North African regions on the map are revealed.

"It's just that you don't think the sacrifice is too much?"

"And we can not only make your sacrifices less, but also speed up your process of liberating North Africa."

"Then make me your puppet? Just like those who held power in the past?"

"Now that another admiral, that Halbaton, has died, do you still think that the world is dancing under your baton?"

Gradually, I became a little impatient. This person doesn't like the coordinator.

Also in private, he has expressed his dissatisfaction with the United Army, which is also a natural person camp, many times.

Sahib Ashman, the supreme commander of Desert Dawn, sneered and no longer concealed his distrust of Rhodes.

(End of this chapter)