"Good! Well done."
Seeing the artillery impact points through the frontline drones made Morrison feel delighted.
He had wanted to do this for a long time!
If it weren't for the psychological shadow left by the previous incident with the Polar, making warships afraid to approach within a hundred kilometers of the coast, players might have been bombarded a hundred times a day by electromagnetic cannons during this short period.
This time Morrison was gambling
He gambled that Horizon Corporation had piled all its resources on the Polar, that the offshore area was no longer a threat, and only then did he dare to order the ship to approach the shore.
After all, you never know.
"Sir, their forces have started retreating."
"Now they're afraid, but it's too late."
Morrison said with great satisfaction.
"Once you notice any signs of their gathering, continue the bombardment. Order each squad to prepare for a counterattack after the bombardment ends."
"Yes, sir!"
