The last thing General Granger saw before the purge was a simple text box, blinking in the center of his frozen screen:
He tapped the icon. No cooldown. He tapped it again. And again. And again. The last thing General Granger saw before the
It wasn't a matter of strategy or troop morale. It was math. On the scorched plains outside of Al-Khobar, his four Avenger mobile anti-air systems were slag. His single Particle Cannon uplink was smoking rubble. And GLA forces—a relentless tide of technicals, RPG troopers, and hijackers—were swarming his last command center. And again
He dragged a blueprint for a over the map. Then twenty. Then two hundred. He placed Aurora bombers like tiles on a floor. He built Patriot batteries in a solid wall from horizon to horizon. It was math