"The intel was wrong!"
"Weren't we told that Carmel Town had seen bloody fighting and that the enemy was short on heavy-weapon ammunition?"
The Blue Team had been stunned by the loss of so many tanks in a single battle.
Looking at the chaotic battlefield, everyone initially thought they had been subjected to a massive bombardment by the Red Team.
But on closer inspection, something was off. There weren't many shell craters.
This wasn't a torrent of firepower. On the contrary, the firepower had been sparse.
"There were only a few dozen shots in total!"
"Just ordinary anti-tank infantry rockets!"
"Then how did they destroy so many of our—"
The Blue Team soon realized that it wasn't the enemy's firepower that was terrifying, but its absurdly high kill efficiency.
The scattered rockets had somehow created the momentum of a massive army. One shot destroyed one tank, one shot wiped out multiple artillery vehicles, and one shot killed an entire cluster of soldiers.
After several rounds, not a single shot had missed. At the very least, each shot had destroyed one tank.
This was an utterly terrifying level of efficiency. Normally, no one knew how many shells it would take to destroy a tank.
More often than not, a shot would land nearby and merely blast up a cloud of smoke and dust.
Even when they finally hit, they might only strike the armor. In the end, the mighty tank would continue advancing through the smoke.
Even experts only aimed to hit a tank's tracks from medium or long range, crippling its mobility. They didn't expect to hit a kill point—that was only possible at close range.
Yet at that moment, the Red Team actually had experts who could hit the kill points with every shot from several hundred meters away.