The night was deep.
In the southeastern part of Sunset Province, twelve "Tiger Whale" transport planes raced across the boundless desert, kicking up billowing dust in their wake as they sped towards Oasis No. 3.
To avoid detection by the Army, the altitude of the flight formation was kept very low, at times less than fifty meters above the ground.
The pale blue electric arcs, though less conspicuous than the exhaust plumes of fuel-powered planes, would be visible in the cloudless night sky to anyone on the ground who wasn't blind.
Not to mention, the Army also had planes and radar. While their technology was not highly sophisticated, it didn't mean they posed no threat.
Especially after realizing that the corporations had entered the war.
They would inevitably deploy more anti-aircraft equipment and more anti-armor weapons to the front lines, perhaps even tapping into weapon caches that had been sealed for a century.
That is, as long as they weren't foolish.