"We've lost a vehicle, but fortunately, the battle damage is still within our tolerance range, and we've exchanged it for a fighter jet, which is quite a profit."
The Commander-in-Chief sighed with envy and regret.
"If only we had our own air force, it's too difficult for drones to operate above six thousand meters, they can't provide cover at all."
"Fighter jets..."
Family Joy shook his head.
"Don't think about those impossible things in the short term, focus on the battlefield in front of you.
We've gathered nearly three thousand troops on the front line, which roughly equates to the strength of a brigade.
With the equipment accumulated over this period, we can barely count as a synthetic battalion-level force, but unfortunately, there's no time for you to train, otherwise this battle would probably be much easier..."
It's not that he looks down on the Cuban army in front of him, but that's just the fact.
