Song Heping's fingertips unconsciously tapped on the command console, producing a dull tapping sound that matched the rhythm of his inner anxious drumming.
On the big screen, the lights representing enemy truck artillery flickered like ghostly flames. Each brief pause indicated that the front line would soon endure another round of precise and deadly steel rain.
They hit and run, elusive in their movements, rendering traditional counter-artillery methods clumsy and ineffective against these "battlefield eels."
"Mobile artillery group... over fifty vehicles... fighting this battle is damn frustrating!"
Jiang Feng slammed a fist on the table, almost knocking the water cup over.
Song Heping did not respond.
His gaze remained locked on those lights, as if he wanted to engrave their existence into his mind.
