Although it was already early in the morning, Captain Matthew still did not fall asleep.
He just had a phone call with his wife in Florida and is now playing a mobile game.
It's just that the Starlink satellite signal is indeed a bit poor, especially when so many people are gathered together - it can be seen that there are indeed many people who are still awake.
Frankly speaking, he really didn't want to participate in this mission.
Firstly, they want to cover their heads to cover up their glory as warriors. Secondly, their "comrades" are actually a bunch of "rabble".
Yes, more than half of these four thousand people, at least three thousand people, are rabble - they turned out to be pirates, robbers, militiamen, thieves...
In short, it is not a regular army.
But he also had to admit that these locals from the lowest level of society were all as slippery as loaches. Although they had no tactical proficiency, their skills in cold shooting and escaping were top-notch.
I still remember that the Black Hawk crashed in Somalia.
Moreover, these people are also the best cannon fodder and bait to lure snakes out of their holes.
What snake?
Naturally, it was the fleet parked in the Red Sea port.
According to judgment and reliable information, the other side will definitely intervene - if not, there is no need to make such a tough move and send a fleet over in such an exaggerated way.
A gunshot broke the quiet night.
Matthew was just stunned for a moment. He stood up instantly and grabbed the walkie-talkie next to him.
"where?"
"An enemy appears five kilometers away."
Matthew held his breath for a moment.
His subconscious told him that the snake was coming!
How could these Africans be capable of conducting night raids?
…
He Mo was still half lying on the chair.
She has moved away from the first perspective.
It's very simple. The two sides have exchanged fire, and the mechanical warriors have even advanced to within 500 meters of the military camp.
In the machine vision, she could clearly see that large tracts of red dots marked as "enemy" fell directly under the attack of land and air, and then turned into a rising number.
At this time, the screen showed countless people retreating towards the city.
Obviously, the other side has realized that this is their invincible opponent, trying to enter the city and rely on the buildings and terrain to carry out street fighting.
"General, the first phase goal has been completed, 600 non-combatants have been eliminated. Please send out follow-up troops to clear the battlefield and rotate soldiers at the same time."
After He Mo finished explaining, he stood up and looked at his companion who stayed up all night with him.
Everyone stood up and looked at her - everyone had shock and disbelief on their faces.
At first, they were a little nervous and excited. But as the battle really started, their excitement quickly disappeared.
The reason is simple: this is not a war at all.
——In order not to expose too much strength, they did not even use network coverage and signal blockade. On the battlefield, they only deployed drones for ground-to-air cooperation.
To put it bluntly, there are two hundred robot warriors, armed with semi-automatic rifles, relying on sensors and a shared information network to engage in a frontal light weapons exchange with three thousand people on the opposite side - according to the battlefield performance, it should be four thousand people...
Everything is based on the armament situation on this land.
However, the result was... pure, one-sided massacre.
One hundred robot warriors suffered only one percent battle damage - only one mechanical warrior was hit and lost its combat effectiveness.
But the result of their battle was six hundred corpses.
He Mo knew what her comrades were thinking, so she breathed softly and spoke slowly.
"From now on, the profession of soldier will become history."
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He climbed up the stairs until he stood on the top of the building, then he lay down heavily and started breathing heavily.
The comrades beside him also quickly got down and handed him the satellite phone.
"Mike, order everyone to go to the roof, find furniture from downstairs, and set up defenses on the roof to defend against drone attacks."
Matthew's mind was extremely clear at this moment. Even without the use of flares, he could definitely confirm that the person fighting him was a robot.
Yes, those black ones are like ghosts, death-like battle robots.
The marksmanship of each of them... can no longer be described as a sharpshooter.
No! It’s not just the marksmanship, but their attack system.
Their attack system and combat logic allow each of them to attack different effective targets - there will definitely be no "head grabbing" phenomenon.
And with their marksmanship comparable to that of the best snipers, all targets marked by them cannot escape death!
Then, Matthew thought that the other side was just "fighting guns."
The other side has not dispatched any drones yet.
Matthew's hands kept shaking as he held the satellite phone.
"Lincoln, this is the Black Hawk."
"Black Hawk, how's the situation?"
"The situation is not good, very bad. We cannot defeat it at all."
"How are your casualties?"
"It's not clear yet, but we lost a lot of Somalis, and they also fled a lot." Matthew swallowed hard, looked at the sky, and said in a trembling voice: "We have withdrawn into the city now - I request a withdrawal."
There was silence on the phone for a few seconds.
"Use the terrain to your advantage and hold on a little longer."
A flash of despair flashed in Captain Matthew's eyes.
"Ir, there are no helicopters, no long-range artillery, and no missiles. You want us to fight robots like this?"
"Major, if you don't want us to fight these robots on our own land in the future, then..."
Matthew lay flat on the roof, looking at the stars in the sky and breathing heavily.
Blackhawk?
The names are not auspicious...
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Provincial capital, brain-computer center.
Ye Ming slowly took off his glasses and frowned.
Director Niu opposite looked at him with a smile: "A little bit unbearable?"
"I really shouldn't watch the first-person perspective." Ye Ming resisted the surge, closed his eyes, and then shook his head vigorously: "I just hope some people can wake up."
When he put down his glasses, it was also when the Battle of Blobe was declared over.
——Killing the enemy is not the goal, but making the enemy disappear is.
When the mechanical warrior easily controlled the drone and took the commanding heights with minimal battle damage, the commander on the opposite side put down his weapon in a humble manner.
"Don't worry, I'm awake now." Director Niu pointed to the mobile phone on the coffee table: "Today, there were more than a dozen calls from over there."
"Did you take it?"
"received."
"Just take it." Ye Ming took a long breath.
Although he had simulated and practiced many times, he also knew that no matter what kind of exercise, the mechanical warriors would be an overwhelming victory.
But...it was only after actual combat that the gap between organic matter and inorganic matter became apparent.
There is an insurmountable gap between flesh and metal, humans and computers.
