Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 186 The Role of Drones
Only when you are on the battlefield can you realize the horror of war.

Before coming to Aotu Manor, those Yakuza members who were attracted by the high bounty had no idea what they would encounter. They naively thought they were here to fight a gang war.

The most brutal scene that the Yakuza members could imagine was that they would stay in the manor as the defenders, and then a large number of enemies in black suits would rush over from all directions, and they would shoot at each other with pistols at a distance of dozens of meters.

During this process, many people will be shot. They will wail and call for help. Their blood will stain the tatami red because of their falls. The fallen bodies will allow the carp in the manor's pond to taste human flesh for the first time.

It doesn't matter. They are used to living on the edge of a knife, and injuries and deaths of their companions are commonplace.

However, the reality is much more cruel than the cruelest scene these desperadoes could imagine.

The grenades and suicide planes that fell from the sky instantly shattered the courage and fantasies of these ruffians. All of a sudden, this situation of passively taking a beating and not knowing how to fight back made them collapse.

After the American captain and Copperfield who were hiding in the manor observed this situation through the cameras on the wall, they immediately became furious.

The two men saw clearly the previous wave of bombing. The drone pilots who threw the grenades and launched the suicide attacks were not experienced. It was obviously their first time doing such a job. Most of the grenades that fell from the sky fell outside the trenches.

Secondly, the amount of explosives bundled with the drone was not much, and there were no shrapnel. The explosion was just a little louder, but the damage caused to the infantry in the trenches was not as strong as that caused by an offensive grenade.

After one wave of bombing, more than a hundred people were killed, but less than ten fell down. Only four of them were killed on the spot. The others could still crawl on the ground, and some could even stand up. Their injuries were not serious and could be rescued.

In addition, the main reason why the first wave of air strikes achieved such results was that these ruffians gathered together, so that as long as a grenade was thrown nearby, it could kill three or four people.

In other words, out of the fifteen drones that launched the bombing, only three of them dropped grenades or performed suicide ramming attacks that successfully landed in the trenches, so the bombing success rate was not high.

There are more than ninety people left. Can they hold on?
The American captain thought it was no problem, but the people outside who were being bombed didn't think so. The casualty rate suddenly soared to 10%, which was too scary for them.

They could understand the face-to-face pistol fight, where ten people were killed in the exchange of gunfire. But facing the grenade bombing from a drone, this sudden attack that they could not fight back against...

Anyway, the rabble ran, quickly and efficiently, dropping their weapons and disappearing into the darkness.

Of course, there were also people who tried to resist stubbornly, and more than a dozen people stayed behind. They raised their guns and fired at any place in the night sky where there was a suspicion of a drone.

So when the drone pilots flew the drones over to launch the second wave of air strikes, there were still targets to attack.

It was not known whether the dozen or so people who stayed behind were mentally rigid or one of their fathers was dead, but they were very stubborn. They fired hundreds of shots into the sky, and only after several people were killed by the second wave of drone bombing did they completely collapse and flee.

The two waves of air strikes took fifteen minutes, including the loading of ammunition for the drones.

……

"Wow, an unexpectedly good result." Fujiwara Masato looked at the video displayed on the tablet in his hand and clapped his hands with slight excitement.

I knew that civilian drones would be more useful if they were modified into armed drones, but Fujiwara Masato never expected them to be so useful!

Since the enemy did not have professional anti-drone guns, the guys gathered in the Oto Manor had almost no counterattack capability against the drones covered by the night.

Firing assault rifles and light machine guns into the air?
It's useless. The drone target is so small and is constantly moving. Plus, when you raise your gun and shoot into the sky, your arm will be unstable due to your body structure, resulting in lower shooting accuracy.

All in all, using individual weapons to counter drones is an extremely difficult task.

It can even be said that luck is more important than your marksmanship. You need to be lucky to find the target before the drone drops its bombs, or you need to be lucky to hit a drone a hundred meters high with one burst of bullets.

This is equivalent to rolling the dice continuously and getting six consecutive sixes. If you win the bet, you can shoot down a drone, and the drone pilot can quickly fly a second drone over to cause trouble for you.

If you lose the bet, you will lose your life.

In this kind of gambling, the losses are greater than the gains. Anyone with a bit of common sense would not participate in such a gambling game.

The ruffians stopped gambling and ran away.

Originally, if Fujiwara Masato wanted to deal with this mob of a hundred or so, he would have to let his NPC subordinates get close and open fire. In the end, even if he could defeat these scums, it would take twenty to thirty minutes and result in a small number of casualties.

In any case, these hundreds of enemies have guns and shelters. No matter whether they are civilian guns or pistols, the bullets fired from their barrels can kill people. Bullets have no eyes, and wearing a bulletproof vest does not mean that you will not be killed by bullets.

Now there were only two waves of attacks from a dozen drones, which took exactly fifteen minutes, and more than a hundred enemies were defeated. There were no casualties on our side, and only a dozen of the former were left.

With such a casualty ratio, it's a big victory no matter how you look at it.

Yishan Liang, who was watching from the side, was also greatly shocked. With his rigid thinking, he often heard people say that drones on the Russian-Ukrainian battlefield had changed the form of war.

But he didn't know how the changes would be made specifically. Yishan Liang, who was still using a fax machine and floppy disks to work, found it difficult to understand such a thing.

It was not until now that the Director General of the Metropolitan Police Department, who had witnessed the entire process, understood what it meant to change the form of war.

“It’s time for the Metropolitan Police Department to increase its investment in drones.”

is it?

Fujiwara Masato looked at Masuyama Ryo and muttered to himself, if that was the case, then he would have to buy a batch of anti-drone guns and recruit some drone experts. Once the drone guns didn't work, he would use the drone to crash into them.

Well, there are several drone pilots among these people who are worth recruiting. Let’s investigate their backgrounds and see if they have the possibility of joining the poker organization.

Well, that’s all for the future, let’s just deal with these bastards in front of us first.

The fact that the cannon fodder filling the perimeter of the Oto Manor had not played any role at all and was completely defeated after just fifteen minutes made the American captain anxious.

"Hurry, get the killers out, let them drive to kill those drone pilots!" Copperfield, who was even more anxious, urged loudly and put forward his own bad idea.

"No, those killers can't leave the building. Their lives are worthless, but they can't be used now!"

Although he was anxious, the American captain knew very well that he could not be impatient or let his employer act recklessly, otherwise he would not be able to fight this battle.

"Have them standby and quickly block the windows and doorways. Be careful of the drones in the night sky!"

"Then what should we do?" "Of course we should continue to hold on... Damn it, the drones are buzzing overhead, whoever goes out will die!"

The American captain was helpless. No matter how skilled he was, he was unable to move. He could only hope that the Japanese buildings in Okuto Manor were strong enough and that the roofs could withstand the bombing of grenades.

Copperfield walked back and forth on the tatami, his expression changing.

He had just called his subordinates and asked them to clear the drones in Tokyo, but this would take time, and even if they bought the drones, how to modify and use them would be a problem.

Drone pilots are not like taxis that can be found everywhere.

But now Copperfield urgently needs a drone to save his life. His life will not be in danger. Since everyone has set rules for the duel, he will definitely not die as a manager.

If they continued to fight like this, the offline trading platform of the dark web group would be ruined. They originally wanted to teach the Japanese a lesson and let them know how powerful they are.

If he ended up making things worse and instead let his opponent show off his prowess and win the duel, then Copperfield's title of manager would have to be added with the word "former".

After much thought, Copperfield suddenly thought of a place where he could quickly deploy a drone and solve the overhead trouble once and for all.

"Captain, can you rent out the military drones and operators in your base?"

"Maybe. I'll give you the base commander's private phone number and you can talk to him." The captain could not deny it.

After getting the mobile phone number, Copperfield quickly took out his satellite phone and dialed it. After a few simple inquiries, he gave up.

"Impossible, the U.S. military's drones must not appear above your head."

"I'll give you one million... no, five million!!!"

"Dudududu!"

The call was hung up before Copperfield could finish his words. He couldn't help but sigh. He also knew the reason why the call was hung up. It was simply that he didn't want to have anything to do with the dark web group.

There is nothing special about selling weapons and equipment on weekdays, everyone is doing it. It is okay for low-level officers to do some private work with their subordinates during their vacation, because the salary of the US military is so little, and the honors are not enough. It is natural for the brothers to get some benefits.

But deploying military equipment and working for a shady underground organization is another matter.

If this matter were to be exposed, the position of the person in charge would be taken away by someone else.

"Don't worry, sir. They can't destroy us with just drones. In the end, they will have to come and engage in a face-to-face firefight with us."

The American captain was comforting Copperfield. At this time, a black soldier ran in, shouting loudly.

"Hey, Boss, come over here and take a look! They've launched an attack, and something's not right!"

What's wrong?
The American captain hurriedly left the house, and with the cover of the roof above his head, he quickly came to the edge of the wall and looked in the direction pointed by the mercenary with a night vision telescope. After looking for a while, he found something wrong.

"Damn it, it's a bulldozer, they're going to flatten the manor!!!"

……

Yes, Fujiwara Masato did not intend to engage in street fighting with the enemy. This was the tone set from the very beginning. The drone war and the two bulldozers now heading towards the manor were all means.

The drones clear out the enemies outside the buildings and monitor the battlefield at the same time, leaving no place for any enemy to hide. The bulldozers, which have been modified to be bulletproof, are used to deal with all unnecessary buildings on the battlefield.

Amid the roar of their engines, two bulldozers slowly drove towards the Aotu Manor two hundred meters away.

The mercenaries in the manor, whether they were veterans from East Ukraine or former Malaysian special forces, all knew that they could not let the two bulldozers get close to the manor, otherwise if the wall was flattened, the house would be the next to be destroyed.

Without the cover of the rooftop, the drones overhead can do whatever they want with impunity.

Malaysia’s former special forces may not have this concept and do not know what it feels like to be targeted by a drone.

Those old soldiers in East Ukraine are too afraid of this. Isn't the reason they fled their country because they were bullied by drones?
So, after realizing this, without the American captain's urging, the East Ukrainian veterans nervously picked up their M16 assault rifles and climbed onto the sandbags behind the low wall.

They planned to wait until the bulldozer got a little closer, then concentrate their fire on the two civilian machines and use dense rain of rifle bullets to penetrate the steel plate outside the bulldozer cab.

At this moment, the drones that had been hovering over the manor began to take turns throwing grenades to the ground, and their bombing was mainly concentrated on the wall area in the direction of the bulldozer.

Two consecutive explosions occurred outside the manor, and the East Ukrainian veterans who were raising their guns and preparing to open fire were immediately suppressed by the explosions.

If the bomb missed this time, there was no telling what would happen next time, so they had to jump off the shooting platform behind the wall and run towards the Japanese house a few meters away.

When the explosions stopped, the veteran soldiers from East Ukraine wanted to return to the shooting area, but they heard the unique sharp scream of drones and the explosion of grenades in the courtyard above their heads.

This time, a mercenary holding a gun fell down while running, obviously hit by shrapnel. Blood kept spurting out from his neck. His companions next to him rushed over and pressed on his neck, trying to stop the bleeding, but to no avail.

After a while, there was no movement from this unlucky old soldier who had survived the battlefield in eastern Ukraine but fell down here.

Seeing this, the old soldiers from East Ukraine "greeted" the drone pilots in the "beautiful" slang of their hometown. No matter how good their marksmanship was or how rich their war experience was, they could not avoid the drone bombings that fell from the sky.

This feeling is so frustrating.

"Retreat, everyone retreat, don't worry about the wall, we abandon the wall." The American captain had no choice but to give up the wall. The drone overhead was too threatening.

If we continue to let our men go forward to be bombed, there will be no need for bulldozers and enemy troops to come, as our morale and fighting will will be destroyed by these civilian flying objects.

In addition, the enemy commander who designated this combat plan was too insidious. If the mercenaries on his side went up the wall, he would stop the bulldozers and keep them at a distance, and the drones would take the opportunity to bomb them in turns.

If you don't climb up the wall yourself, the bulldozer will move forward slowly, and you will have to accept the constant cover and surveillance of the drone overhead at all times.

As a part of the US military, when has the captain ever fought such a frustrating battle?
The captain was so angry about this incident that he wanted to call his brothers in the base to drive an armored vehicle over to seek revenge.

(End of this chapter)