They wanted their own artillery to fight back, but the counter-battery radar just couldn't get an accurate fix on the enemy guns. Every volley they fired out got zero feedback, all they could hear was their own officers at every level screaming themselves hoarse.
This kind of enemy you can't see or touch was mowing them down like crazy, the hit to morale was way beyond "serious."
They'd just eaten the exact same massive loss that the Havana Army had suffered countless times.
And aside from the Army, the Mechanics' Reaper drones were also plugged into this whole info-fire network.
Several Reapers loaded with air-to-air missiles took off and climbed; with no friendly attack aircraft on station, they were the players' only airpower.
"Tornado Wrecked Parking Lot has reached the designated airspace, now searching for targets."
The player who'd infiltrated the enemy lines quietly gave a position report.
