>>23382055

Carnage. Pure carnage. For every Mobile Suit that is felled by Ral's forces, two more emerge from Beijing as their seemingly endless numbers continue to harass the escape of Ramba Ral's forces.

>Acous: M-my reactor is going critical!
>Ramba: Acous!
>Cozun: I got him! Come on, get out outta there before it blows!

While Cozun moves Acous to safety from his doomed Zaku, Ramba Ral charges into a squadron of pursuing GM's, swatting two of them down with his Gouf's heat rod.

>Ramba: You want to dance that badly? Fine...

Crushing one of the GM's cockpits, Ramba draws his Gouf's heat sword to beckon any of the other pursuing Mobile Suits to attack him.

>Ramba: Come at me!
>Hamon: Ramba, please fall back!
>Ramba: I have plan. Trust in me, Hamon.
>Hamon: My love...!

Meanwhile, the damaged Trojan Horse begins to retreat for India, where the Federation's Colonel Isan Ryer awaits the ships arrival.