The sandstorm battered the bulletproof glass of the temporary command post, making a dense pattering sound, as if millions of bullets were pounding on the small building hidden deep in the sands of New Jade Gate.
As the pounding grew more intense and the soldiers inside the command post breathed tensely, the air within the room seemed to turn visibly hot and feverish.
But of course, none of it affected Summers, who sat calmly in the commander's seat.
The cyborg stared fixedly at the screen of the terminal before him. Data flickered and refreshed in his glowing electronic right eye, though it was hard to tell whether they were calculations inside his skull or reflections from the terminal.
He watched the data on the terminal change, while the soldiers watched him. No one said a word, until a composed electronic female voice suddenly rang through the command post. "Five hits out of twelve! The enemy battlecruiser White Owl has been hit again! Repeat, five hits out of twelve..."
"Lunar Automated Observation Post Two confirms: the White Owl's midsection hatch is on fire, and the bridge has exploded! The battlecruiser White Owl is confirmed to be heavily damaged!"
A small cheer broke out in the command post.
Many felt the satisfaction of having avenged themselves, along with a touch of pride at having outdone their allies.
Yes, their allies in neighboring Yaochi, several thousand light-years away, had also been pinned to the surface by the enemy, and were holding out so stubbornly that the enemy had suffered heavy losses. But they had never sunk an enemy ship as powerful as a battlecruiser.
Come to think of it, in the history of the Galactic Wars, the last time a capital ship had been brought down by surface-based anti-aircraft fire was during the