Their equipment isn't as good as the Western Front, but they have self-propelled artillery, fighters, tanks, and infantry fighting vehicles, all the essentials.
The relentless artillery fire practically sets the ground ablaze, flames devouring the scant dry vegetation remaining. On the smoke-filled battlefield, the treads of heavy tanks crush one shattered body after another as they roll toward the players' front lines, with the main guns firing shot after shot.
The helicopter squadron overhead is pouring firepower furiously into the players inside the bunkers, explosions almost covering the entire horizon.
It's not that they don't want to lock on, but that airburst nuclear bomb took out most of Cuba's radar, blinding even the satellites. The intelligent howitzers can only blind-fire based on coordinates transmitted from the front.
The cartel leaders witnessing this scene tremble down to their souls, as the heat wave from the flames almost sweeps across their faces.
