Lancaster’s first reaction was—this is impossible.
Because there’s no reason for it. How did you get so many people?
Every ti the casualties on both sides are recorded. Although Cuba suffered heavy losses, the Horizon Corporation’s forces are few, and every death is hard to replace.
Even if this airborne drop added three hundred people, plus those who landed previously from the rear, there shouldn’t be so many front-line troops.
I rember each account carefully, and it shouldn’t be wrong.
How co?
Your army is printing money, printing soldiers on the spot, occasionally issuing commorative coins?
There’s definitely a problem here.
But Lancaster won’t think of sothing unscientific like Horizon Corporation’s soldiers resurrecting; he just assus they have other troop transportation thods the European Community can’t detect.
"Intelligence departnt is just a bunch of worthless freeloaders."
After swearing, he still has to face reality.
With the support of the European Community’s equipnt, the Cuban military has made significant progress in informationized equipnt. Front-line officers report the number and firepower they encounter up the chain, eventually presenting it on the map.
But due to the average prenatal education level of the Cuban military, officers must stop what they’re doing, connect to terminals, let the program translate their thoughts, and then upload to various command nodes, escalating it step by step.
And a ga erges in between.
A ga between the grassroots officers and the upper command.
Vargas only felt like countless bullets were grazing his scalp, each stray shot representing his narrow escape from death, living one more second.
"Heavy machine gun at the 1 o’clock direction! Damn it, get rid of it!"
"No way! Their firepower is really too fierce!"
The warriors’ roars filled his ears, coupled with the previous shelling that still left him unfocused, he could only hold his head and shout.
"All squads, report the number of enemy encounters."
"I see five on the left, two of them are big guys, drones uncountable, can’t count at all!"
"Only three on the right, there’s an infantry fighting vehicle, anti-tank! Where’s the anti-tank?"
The ssy reports made Vargas dizzy, but one thing was clear.
It was that the enemy’s offensive was really fierce. At this rate, it won’t be long before his platoon’s position is overrun, and a lot of people will die then.
Vargas hurriedly connected to the terminal to report the attack on the position to his superior.
"They’re coming up, we need fire support! Need fire support!"
"Soldier, report the enemy’s troop numbers."
"Damn it..."
A mortar exploded near Vargas, the flying dirt splattering all over him, annoyed by why they’re asking so much nonsense. Just fire the artillery support.
"Around seventy people, very strong firepower. We’ve observed two infantry fighting vehicles trailing them. We need armored forces for fire support..."
At tis like this, the more enemy numbers reported upward, the faster the support, the stronger the firepower.
Even if they don’t hold, it can’t be blad on him.
It’s not that our army isn’t strong, the enemy really had Gundams.
In this aspect, whether it’s the National Army of the past, the Mold Army, Puppet Han, Japanese Army, even German Army, and the modern Israeli army are all the sa.
The more adverse the situation, the lower the morale, the greater the exaggeration in upward reports, only post-war assessnt can give a more accurate battle report.
And everyone on this frontline ca from the sa place, their thinking logic wouldn’t be too far off, thus under this layer of reporting, a spectacle appeared in the main camp.
"You’re saying over a thousand Hell Divers are launching a charge at the front line, attacking six positions simultaneously?"
Seeing this report, Lancaster only wanted to rip apart the person who said this.
Even using your toes to think, you’d know it’s fake.
A nearby major-general glared viciously at Colonel Hardlin, as if his gaze was saying—this is the kind of soldier you produce?
The colonel could only shrug, saying it’s not just my soldiers like this, with so many years of war next door, which Cuban military isn’t like this?
Co on, do you expect a bunch of drug dealers to promote compulsory education?
Knew long ago these people were unreliable, but didn’t realize they were unreliable from top to bottom, Lancaster could only signal other staff, sending so to the front-line command post to supervise the battle.
"No, judging by their previous tactics, this round should just be a probing attack, aiming to expose our firepower locations and armored units. Have your artillery battalion deploy in three companies at different places, one company fires at the strongest enemy offensive while the other two stay on alert, ready to counter imdiately."
"The front armored company maintains mobility and fires, focusing on hostile infantry armored targets."
"Tell the front-line soldiers they must hold the position; no one retreats, drive out the enemy’s armored units first, additionally dispatch nearby helicopter squadrons for front-line fire support, I want to see what’s really going on."
Then he waved to his maid.
"Dani, try to hack into their network, I want to hear their internal communications."
The sense of superiority isn’t limited to class.
It extends to profession, region, race, and other aspects. In Europe, which stands out globally, even a person cleaning toilets can display superiority to foreigners, and consider themselves the world’s best toilet cleaner.
As a top profession, hackers naturally feel the sa.
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