Song He and Xiang Xiaotong stood silently before the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the battle without saying a word.
The satellite broadcast had extremely high resolution. They could see every astronaut's hand and foot movements clearly—who raised their weapon quickly, who seemed injured and walked unsteadily. From above, everything was plain as day.
There was even a recognition program scoring everything in real time: the Lunar Rovers, the Rocket Munitions, and every astronaut!
The maneuverability of each vehicle model, the accuracy, speed, and explosive power of both sides' Rocket Munitions, the astronauts' awareness in field and urban combat, and their shooting accuracy—all the data emerged along with the battle, like an electronic cricket fight. But every electronic cricket represented a real human life. In just half an hour, the combined death toll had exceeded a hundred!
The battle-scoring program was clearly classified information within the Space Force. Normally, only authorized military personnel could view it, yet it had been opened directly for the two of them. On one hand, both Song He and Xiang Xiaotong had experience modeling large-scale military engagements, so they could understand this kind of localized Small Campaign. On the other hand, lunar development could not do without their work. Understanding the general situation of lunar warfare would help Teacher Bai improve and manufacture the next generation of equipment.
At last, as a fierce close-quarters fight in one corner of the battlefield ended, the battle essentially came to a halt. All the Lunar Rovers on both sides had been destroyed or disabled. The dense bombardment fell silent, and the dust storm quickly subsided. As the smoke cleared, the full battlefield gradually came into view.
More than thirty Lunar Rovers of different models lay scattered throughout the Ring Mountain like chess pieces, burning, exploding, overturned, and flipped upside down.