On this side they were stunned; on the other side, they were horrified.
The stream had a 30-second delay; by the time the news went from Europe to Cuba and then to Skai's hands, the frontline was already on fire.
A dozen-odd Predators swept across the sky over the positions first, the roar of their turbine engines screaming past. The HD electronic eyes below rapidly locked onto the trenches and the Cuban Soldier positions inside, but they didn't attack. Even as several were shot down by ground-based AA fire, they didn't fire a single shot or shell—because they weren't carrying any weapons at all.
The target coordinates were instantly synced via digital link into Mongolian Toplaner's hands more than twenty kilometers behind the front. He almost didn't have to calculate a thing: the AI "Mother Hunter" spat out the firing solution directly, the Mechanic players corrected the howitzers accordingly, and then opened fire.
