Blobe.

The camp was quiet at night.

Although it was early in the morning, Captain Matthew still did not sleep.

He had just spoken on the phone with his wife, who was far away in Florida, and was now playing a mobile game.

It's just that Starlink's satellite signal is indeed a bit unpleasant, especially when so many people are gathered 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 want to cover their heads to cover up the glory of being soldiers, and second, their "comrades-in-arms" are actually a group of "rabble".

Yes, more than half of these four thousand, at least three thousand, were rabbles - 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 level, but their level of shooting cold guns and escaping for their lives was first-class.

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

Moreover, these people are also the best cannon fodder, and they are also the bait to lure snakes out of their holes.

What snake?

Naturally, it was the fleet that was parked in the ports of the Red Sea.

Judging by it, as well as reliable sources, the other side will definitely intervene - if it does not intervene, there is absolutely no need to make such a tough move and drive a fleet with such an exaggerated approach.

A gunshot broke the quiet night.

Matthew was only stunned for a moment, and then he got up in an instant and grabbed the walkie-talkie next to him.

"Where?"

"There is an enemy five kilometers away."

Matthew held his breath for a moment.

The subconscious tells him that the snake is 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 the first perspective.

Quite simply, the two sides have exchanged fire, and the mechanical fighters have even advanced to within five hundred meters of the barracks.

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

At this time, countless people are retreating towards the city.

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

"General, the first phase of the goal is completed, eliminate the 600 non-liberation people, please send follow-up troops to clean up the battlefield, and at the same time carry out the rotation of fighters."

After He Mo finished explaining, he stood up and looked at his companion who stayed up all night with him.

Everyone stood up to look at her—everyone had shock and wonder on their faces.

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

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

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

To put it bluntly, it's two hundred robotic soldiers, armed with semi-automatic rifles, who rely on sensors and a shared information network to engage in a frontal exchange of small arms with 3,000 people on the opposite side – or 4,000 based on battlefield performance. ….

Everything is according to the armament situation in this land.

However, the result was...... Pure, one-sided slaughter.

One hundred robot warriors, only one percent of the battle damage - only one mechanical warrior was hit and lost combat effectiveness.

But their result was 600 corpses.

He Mo knew what her comrades-in-arms were thinking, she exhaled softly and said slowly.

"In the future, the profession of soldier will be a thing of the past."

……

Captain Matthew is crazy

He climbed up the stairs until he reached the top of the building, when he fell down heavily and began to gasp for air.

The comrades-in-arms around him also quickly lay down and handed him the satellite phone at the same time.

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

Matthew's head was extremely clear at this moment, and even without flares, he could be completely sure that it was the robot who was fighting with him.

Yes, those black ones, ghostly and grim-reaper-like battle robots.

The marksmanship of each of them...... It is no longer necessary to describe it as a sharpshooter.

No! It's not just the marksmanship, it's their attack system.

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

And with their marksmanship comparable to that of the best snipers, all the targets marked by them will not escape!

Then, Matthew thought that the other side was just "gun-to-gun".

There are no drones on the opposite side yet.

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

"Lincoln, this is Black Hawk."

"Black Hawk, how's it going?"

"It's not good, it's bad, we can't beat it."

"What are your casualties?"

"It's not clear, but a lot of Somalis were lost, and they fled a lot." Matthew swallowed hard, looked at the sky, and said in a trembling voice, "We've now withdrawn to the city—I ask for a retreat."

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds.

"Take advantage of the terrain and hold on a little longer."

Captain Matthew's eyes flashed with despair.

"IR, no helicopters, no long-range artillery, no missiles, you're going to 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, staring at the stars and breathing.

Black Hawk?

The names are not auspicious......

……

Provincial capital, brain-computer center.

Ye Ming slowly took off his glasses, his brows furrowed.

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

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

When he lowered his glasses, it was also when the Battle of Blobe was declared over.

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

When the mechanical warrior easily controlled the drone and took the high ground with negligible battle damage, the commander on the opposite side laid down his weapon in a foolish manner.

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

"Did you pick it up?"

"Got it."

"Just take it." Ye Ming exhaled a long breath.

Although he had simulated and practiced many times, he also knew that no matter what kind of exercise, the mechanical warrior would be an overwhelming victory.

But...... It is only after the actual combat that the gap between the organism and the inorganic is revealed.

There is an insurmountable gulf between flesh and metal, between humans and computers.

"How does this end?"

"Then it depends on what the other side says."

(1 chapter added).

Three points of confusion