The voices came through broken and overlapping, interrupted constantly by the storm and whatever interference frequency the enemies were running, and Ning could tell almost at once that the messages were arriving with a noticeable delay.
By the time an allied unit's report reached him, whatever it was describing had already changed.
In the observation gallery above the chamber, the display showed the same churning wall of white.
Several cadets groaned at once.
"A blizzard," one of the cadets from Hale's academy said, almost sounding sympathetic. "That's brutal."
"Worse than the desert," Tobin said, leaning forward against the railing with a grim expression. "At least in the desert, you can see. In a blizzard, you can't see anything at all. You don't know where the enemy is, you don't know where your allies are, and half the time you can't even tell which way you're facing."
