From black technology to super engineering

Blobbe.

The camp at night was extremely quiet.

Although it was early morning, Captain Matthew still did not fall asleep.

He just got off the phone with his wife in Florida and is now playing a mobile game.

It's just that the satellite signal of Starlink is really a bit bad, especially in the case of so many people getting together - it can be seen that there are indeed many people who have not slept.

Frankly speaking, he really didn't want to participate in this mission.

First, they have to cover their heads to cover up their glory as soldiers. Second, their "comrades" are actually a bunch of "rabble".

Yes, more than half of the four thousand people, at least three thousand people, are mobs—they turned out to be pirates, robbers, militiamen, and thieves...

In short, it is not a regular army.

But he also had to admit that these locals from the bottom of the society were all as slippery as loaches. Although they had no tactical skills, they were top-notch in escaping.

I still remember that the Black Hawk fell in Somalia back then.

Moreover, this group of people is also the best cannon fodder, and also the bait to lure snakes out of their holes.

What snake?

Naturally, it was the fleet parked in the Red Sea port.

According to the judgment and reliable news, the other side will definitely intervene—if they do not intervene, there is no need to make such a tough move and send a fleet so exaggeratedly.

A gunshot broke the quiet night.

Matthew was only stunned for a moment, then he got up instantly and grabbed the walkie-talkie beside him.

"where?"

"An enemy appeared five kilometers away."

Matthew held his breath for a moment.

The subconscious told him that the snake was coming!

How could these Africans have the ability to carry out night raids?

...

He Mo was still half lying on the chair.

She has shifted away from first-person perspective.

It's very simple, the two sides have exchanged fire, and the mechanical soldiers have even advanced to within 500 meters of the barracks.

In the machine vision, she could clearly see that a large number of red dots marked as "enemies" fell directly under the blow of land and air, and then turned into a rising number.

At this time, the screen showed that countless people were retreating towards the city.

Obviously, the opponent has realized that this is their invincible opponent, trying to enter the city in vain, relying on buildings and terrain for street fighting.

"General, the goal of the first phase has been completed, and 600 non-solutions have been eliminated. Please dispatch follow-up troops to clean up the battlefield and rotate fighters at the same time."

After He Mo explained, he stood up and looked at his companion who stayed up late with him.

Everyone also stood up and looked at her - everyone had shock and disbelief on their faces.

At first, they were a little nervous and excited. But their excitement quickly faded as the battle really started.

The reason is simple, this is not war at all.

——In order not to expose too much strength, they didn't even use network coverage and signal blockade. On the battlefield, they only dispatched drones for ground-air coordination.

To put it bluntly, it is two hundred robot soldiers, holding semi-automatic rifles, relying on sensors and a shared information network to engage in a frontal light weapon exchange with 3,000 people on the opposite side—according to the battlefield performance, it should be 4,000 people.

Everything is according to the state of armaments in this land.

The result, however, was... pure, one-sided carnage.

Out of a hundred machine warriors, the battle damage was only 1% - only one machine warrior was hit and lost its fighting power.

But the result of their battle was six hundred corpses.

He Mo knew what her comrades were thinking, she exhaled softly, and spoke slowly.

"In the future, the profession of soldiers will become history."

...

Captain Matthew frantically climbed the stairs, until he stood on the top of the building, he fell down heavily, and began to pant heavily.

The comrades around him also quickly got down and handed him the satellite phone at the same time.

"Mike, order everyone to go to the roof, find furniture from downstairs, and arrange defenses on the roof to defend against drone attacks."

Matthew's head was extremely clear at this moment. Even without flares, he could be sure that the one fighting him was the robot.

Yes, those black ones are battle robots like ghosts and gods of death.

Each of their marksmanship... can no longer be described as a sharpshooter.

No! Not just marksmanship, but their attack system.

Their offensive system and combat logic allow them to attack different effective targets for each of them-there will never be a "head grabbing" phenomenon.

And with their marksmanship comparable to the best snipers, all targets marked by them are doomed!

Then, Matthew thought about it, the other side was just "gunning".

No drones have been dispatched on the opposite side.

Holding the satellite phone, Matthew's hands kept shaking.

"Lincoln, this is Black Hawk."

"Black Hawk, how is the situation?"

"The situation is bad, very bad, we can't beat it at all."

"How about your casualties?"

"I don't know yet, but many Somalis were lost, and many of them escaped." Matthew swallowed hard, looked at the sky, and said in a trembling voice: "We have retreated into the city now-I request to retreat."

There was a few seconds of silence on the phone.

"Take advantage of the terrain and persist."

A look of despair flashed in Captain Matthew's eyes.

"Sir, without helicopters, long-range artillery, or missiles, you let us fight robots like this?"

"Major, if you don't want us to fight these robots on our own soil in the future, then..."

Matthew lay flat on the roof, looking at the stars all over the sky and breathing heavily.

black hawk?

The name is not auspicious...

...

Provincial capital, brain-computer center.

Ye Ming slowly took off his glasses, frowning.

Director Niu on the opposite side looked at him with a smile: "A little unbearable?"

"I really shouldn't look at the first-person perspective." Ye Ming resisted the surge, closed his eyes, and then shook his head vigorously: "I just hope that some people can wake up."

When he put down his glasses, it was also when the Battle of Blobbe was declared over.

——Killing the enemy is not the goal, but turning the enemy into nothing is.

When the mechanical warrior easily controlled the drone and took the commanding heights with minimal damage, the commander on the opposite side put down his weapon.

"Don't worry, I'm already awake." Director Niu pointed to the mobile phone on the coffee table: "Today, I made more than a dozen calls over there."

"Are you ready?"

"received."

"Just pick it up." Ye Ming took a long breath.

Although he has simulated and practiced many times, he also knows that no matter what kind of exercise, the mechanical warrior is an overwhelming victory.

But... the gap between organisms and inorganics is only revealed after actual combat.

Flesh and metal, humans and computers, have an insurmountable gap.

"How did this end?"

"That depends on what the other side says."

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