The commander's mind is now filled with one sentence:

Today is a damn hell of a day.

First, the anti-aircraft vehicles were lost, the nearby airport was inexplicably attacked, and the garrison was lured away like a herd of pigs and got beaten on the way.

Now military technology is air-dropping a bunch of boxes over our heads, and out of these boxes come soldiers shouting that we're traitors...

Are you insane?

Do I know you? You just call me a traitor!

I don't think there's any damn relationship between Cuba and New America, so how do you spit out the word 'traitor'?

But no one can answer this question for him now because these lunatics have already launched an attack on the Cuban soldiers.

"Playing tricks here, who are you trying to scare?! Fire at will, eliminate all enemies!"

He can't deal with the airport situation now; the urgent task is to handle this group of lunatics in front of him.

'Thanks to' that damned military tech hovercraft, it dumped these guys right in front of them like trash, and this place is a damn stone forest! And their convoy is a damn single-file formation!

The supposed firepower advantage vanished at point-blank range.

In the initial engagement, the Cuban soldiers quickly fell into a disadvantage.

What is war fought over?

Is it about who has a bigger caliber?

Is it about who has more advanced equipment?

Is it about who has more advanced technology?

These things are important, but the only decisive factor in war is always people.

The gap between people is the real deciding factor in war.

Even when faced with a close combat scenario in the jungle, the players remained calm. High-level players relayed orders layer by layer to everyone, quickly restoring order among the players who began to methodically organize under the command of trusted comrades.

"Launch the drone swarm to provide aerial visibility, have Sky Net mark high-threat units on the map, sync it to everyone's vision, and focus on eliminating them."

A few infiltrators carrying large boxes chose not to engage on the front lines but instead retreated to a safe zone to release more than a dozen drones. These drones weren't meant for attack; they were hover recon drones specifically developed after gaining advantages in the last Dog Town battlefield.

Battlefield information is crucial, especially in this jungle environment. Knowing where the enemy is allows for precise elimination, and knowing where friendly forces are prevents friendly fire.

This was a judgment made by comrades after military command studies from the military archives collected by Sky Net.

"Disperse in small team formations around, intersperse and separate, don't stand there like an idiot."

"This is our first battle coming to Cuba. Our strategic goal is to intercept and repel the reinforcements heading to the airport; don't screw up in front of our allied forces, got it?!

"For Super Earth!"

He shouted, and immediately received a response from all the infiltrators on the battlefield.

"For Super Earth!"

"Loyalty!"

The infiltrators, as if injected with adrenaline, charged at the bewildered Cuban soldiers.

The bright silver moonlight spilled over the beach and jungle, and the normally serene and peaceful world became a scene of bloody carnage.

This drug paradise, dangling off the southern coast of the United States, was breached by a dagger known as managed democracy. This tumor, attached to human society and constantly releasing toxins, faced a comprehensive onslaught by the immune system for the first time.

The night jungle burned with the roar of Super Earth; bullets carrying the greetings of the infiltrators were sent into the enemies' hearts. They were like efficient killing machines, whose only purpose here was to eliminate every enemy in sight!

A Cuban soldier hiding behind a tree bent over and sprinted toward the nearest truck, trying to use its sturdier body to shield against incoming bullets. As he left his original cover, a round bullet with a different shape than the traditional pointed design instantly penetrated his head, releasing a stream of pink brain matter and blood. Resentment lingered in his eyes as he slowly fell.

"Big guy, this thing is pretty damn handy, huh."

A close comrade tightly gripped the electric rifle, unable to part with it.

The combo of propellant and electromagnetic rail acceleration gave it far superior penetration than past bullets.

Although a bullet's real lethality comes from the cavitation effect, the increasingly robust artificial body protection and the acceleration of implants like Sianweistan have greatly elevated the importance of bullet penetration and speed.

"Of course, your big brother and I spent quite a bit to commission Sea Superman to design this new equipment, it's limited edition. If it weren't for this opening event, I wouldn't have taken it out."

The new standard rifles commissioned by the Truth Department are almost akin to purple equipment, with costs as high as 20,000 each, surpassing the price of most popular firearms on the market.

Yet the stability is undeniable. With AI-simulated environments for limitless shooting simulations and various harsh conditions simulations, most design errors have been avoided.

After countless resets, they finally produced a prototype that satisfied the Truth Department.

At this moment, through the perspective of a drone hidden in the branches, Sky Net quickly marked a Cuban soldier armed with a rocket launcher. He had already aimed the launcher at the rock pile where the Truth Department members were hiding.

Just like how enemies' attacks are often highlighted at critical moments in games, the close comrade also received an immediate warning from Sky Net. Almost instinctively, he activated Sianweistan, quickly leaned out, and fired a burst at the Cuban soldier.