"What, you can't do it?" Chief of General Staff William Kyle stared at Duke Meyer.
Duke Meyer pulled out a handkerchief edged with gold and bearing his family crest to wipe his sweat and said, "Our Air Force's close air support effectiveness on fast-moving cavalry troops is likely to be inadequate; we can only resort to machine-gun strafing. Furthermore, the high grass on this prairie greatly hampers our ability to search for the enemy from the air."
The Imperial Emperor asked, "You mean to say that the Air Force has no way to deal with cavalry?"
"We have a way; fighter strafing will do the job, but—"
"But what?" the Emperor pressed.
Meyer Marshal shrugged, "Our fighters are only equipped with two machine guns and 1,000 rounds of reserve ammunition; this firepower is quite weak for ground attacks, and the density is not sufficient.