"What's going on with that plane overhead?"
In the Reis Legion convoy speeding toward Dead Mine Town, the commander narrowed his eyes at the plane circling above.
"Commander, it should be one of Kuis's planes. I saw it very clearly just now. It came from the direction of Dead Mine Town."
His assistant promptly answered.
Even as he spoke, however, surprise and unease were audible in his voice.
In truth, he could hardly believe it himself.
This was the Wasteland!
Where had Dead Mine Town gotten a plane?
Wasn't it just a mining site?
If they had a plane, didn't that mean they already had an airfield and the logistics and maintenance infrastructure to support it?
Even the simplest supporting infrastructure seemed utterly incredible in the Wasteland's current conditions.
As far as they knew, only the Dawn Consortium might have a dedicated airfield and pilots. No other faction had those resources.
Didn't that mean Dead Mine Town now possessed strength rivaling the Dawn Consortium?
That was simply absurd.
The commander had clearly thought of all this too, but more importantly, he understood that their movements were now completely exposed to the enemy.
Watching the plane prepare to head home, he gave an order in a low voice:
"Order all units to advance toward Dead Mine Town at full speed. Contact the Dawn Consortium as well. Have them provide long-range supporting strikes before we launch our attack."
"Understood!"
The massive convoy accelerated again, soon passing through the wilderness and forest into the final stretch of open ground. They were now less than three kilometers from Dead Mine Town.
"Notify the Dawn Consortium that they can begin their long-range attack..." the commander began.
Before he could finish, however, every electronic instrument inside the command vehicle was hit by interference.
The instruments failed,