The commander's mind is now filled with one sentence:
Today is a damn hell of a day.
First, the anti-aircraft vehicles were lost, the nearby airport was inexplicably attacked, and the garrison was lured away like a herd of pigs and got beaten on the way.
Now military technology is air-dropping a bunch of boxes over our heads, and out of these boxes come soldiers shouting that we're traitors...
Are you insane?
Do I know you? You just call me a traitor!
I don't think there's any damn relationship between Cuba and New America, so how do you spit out the word 'traitor'?
But no one can answer this question for him now because these lunatics have already launched an attack on the Cuban soldiers.
"Playing tricks here, who are you trying to scare?! Fire at will, eliminate all enemies!"
He can't deal with the airport situation now; the urgent task is to handle this group of lunatics in front of him.
