Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1168: Chapter 379: I’m in Cuba, It’s So Awesome

Havana Command

Lancaster, seated in front of the holographic map, was in a good mood, the gloom of many days dissipated with the arrival of reinforcements.

He even had the leisure to ask the maid to pour him a steaming cup of tea, sipping while observing the battle situation.

Yet the more he looked at this holographic map, the more he found it astounding.

Questions lingered in his mind

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Why could these people fight to the death, charge through endless shellfire, with high spirits, achieving one hundred percent battle damage, truly fighting to the last man?

Why, despite being at a disadvantage in numbers and equipment, could these people always use guerilla tactics to disrupt his troop deployments, force the garrison to move, and once moving, they would seize the flaw, gather superior forces to wipe out more with less?

From a single infantryman to a hundred-man company, they scattered like stars in the sky, came together like a firestorm, always brimming with ideas, even daring to have three men conduct a night raid on a company position, creating a panic.

It seemed as though no difficulty was a hardship before them, forcing Lancaster to restrict all Cuban forces within the defensive line, prohibiting any unauthorized attacks without orders.

Could it be that this effect was merely due to drugs and brainwashing?

Lancaster had seen brainwashed soldiers; they typically displayed slow reactions, dullness, low intelligence, even willing to die in battle would not be decisive, only used as cannon fodder.

He combed through European war history books, trying to find a clue from the past, but all hopes were dashed.

In the books, he saw one wise and brave general and marshal after another, commanding millions with skillful hands, achieving miraculous victories, yet unable to explain the enemies he faced.

Why couldn’t he do the same?

Or had the enemy’s command reached the level of precise control over individual soldier actions?

The unanswered question led to vexation

His tightly furrowed brows made other officers at the command table not dare to breathe

When Major General Ron ran into the tent, he brought an even more displeasing situation.

He pointed to the city "Da Haguai" on the holographic map where the blue forces had previously advanced, gestured a few times, and removed the last position on the outskirts, speaking urgently

"All our forward outlying positions have been broken, and the logistical line was just cut, making Da Haguai a completely besieged city, with three thousand men still garrisoned inside."

Lancaster put down his tea cup, picked up the command baton and said

"It’s okay, once the Black Forest paratroopers launch an attack, everything will be fine."

A staff officer hesitated, glanced at Ron, unsure whether to report the recent air force news.

Finally, with Ron’s slight nod, he reluctantly said

"Sir... Black Forest... Black Forest they..."

"The Black Forest reported front-line air forces encountered massive drone attacks, intense fighting, failing to secure air superiority, worrying about heavy parachute casualties, thus not conducting an airdrop operation."

The air force ultimately didn’t confess that their aircraft were seized, just citing severe losses, reporting all as battle damages, and sealing the matter, forbidding anyone from speaking out.

"...."

Crack!

The command baton in Lancaster’s hand snapped with a sound

His facial muscles spasmed continuously, twisting like being infected with the demonic puppet virus, resembling a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

He stretched out a trembling hand, yanked off the tie from his neck, threw it into the maid’s hand, and growled

"Get the Black Forest and Air Force commanders’ holographic projection in here, everyone else out except for Ron."

Hearing this, others rushed out of the command post as if pardoned, not willing to linger for a moment, while Ron wanted to ask if he could leave too.

This European young master was indeed difficult to serve, berating him daily.

Previously saying the Cubans were useless, and now he thought the Europeans weren’t much better.

If not for the opponent’s strong family influence and relying on European military aid, Ron would have shot him long ago.

Quickly, the command post was emptied, not even leaving the maid behind, and the other two summoned officers were connected.

The air force major wore a deadpan expression, as if to say "whatever," while the Black Forest commander was much more respectful.

After all, the opponent’s wealthy father funded them, being the wealthy benefactor, an old money family, not to be easily offended

Crack!

Lancaster angrily smashed the baton on the map, yelling at the two newly arrived officers

"That was an order! The Black Forest airborne invasion was an order! How could you ignore my operation plan out of fear of casualties?"

He gritted his teeth, eyes appearing ready to spit fire

"Have our European soldiers become so cowardly? In facing intense aerial combat, why didn’t you request aid from the United Kingdom? Didn’t the Brit’s air corps bring planes?

And you too, all Cuban units are cowards, officers and soldiers alike are disloyal and unrighteous cowards!"

Stan rebutted anxiously, like machine gun fire

"Even if I requested help, those Brits wouldn’t dispatch their air forces, they’d be happy if our army perished, plus intel leaked then, detected, enemy ground units unknown, hastily parachuting without air superiority would likely..."