The command center of the Chaotic Blade Association observing the battle from the mountain base was also in complete chaos. Without Strak's suppression, the staff and officers were all arguing among themselves.
"Where's our artillery? Hurry up and counterattack!"
Ulysses, the artillery commander being questioned by a staff officer, looked somewhat embarrassed.
"The server is in paralysis, without computational assistance, we can't aim accurately at all..."
The staff officer was somewhat puzzled: "You mean if we can't aim accurately, we just won't shoot? Without artillery support, what if they counterattack at dawn?"
Feilinger, the logistics officer standing by, stepped forward to speak in favor of Ulysses.
"It's not that we don't want to fire, but each smart-programmed shell costs thousands of euros. A few rounds of blind firing and we'd be out of ammunition."
"Anyway, we already have the advantage now, saving a bit is better than nothing."
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