"Screech—!"

A sudden and abrupt brake jolted into existence, sending the unprepared Major General Borg's body lurching forward, his head colliding with the edge of the bed.

The sharp pain made him sit up abruptly, rubbing his aching forehead, he shouted angrily, "What's going on?!"

"Enemy attack! General!" shouted a staff officer wearing headphones, his voice shrill and trembling due to panic.

"Calm down, it's not a big deal." Though irritated, as the highest commander of the Richmond Guard Team, Major General Borg didn't waste words.

Specific battlefield tactical command wasn't within the general's duty scope; the battle group has a complete command chain and procedures for unexpected situations.

As a general, he could just sit and wait; sporadic attacks wouldn't greatly affect the convoy—yet reality differed from what he thought.

Just as the battle group's convoy halted, several buzzing quadcopter drones flitted ghost-like from the ruins of dilapidated buildings on both sides of the road.

These drones utilized the cover of the ruins, skimming low to within only twenty to thirty meters of the convoy.

"Watch the skies! It's drones!" a sharp-eyed soldier yelled frantically, his voice filled with despair.

Within the convoy, an armored personnel carrier filled with soldiers abruptly stopped, its door clanged open, and seven or eight fully armed soldiers swiftly jumped out.

Quickly and skillfully, they rushed toward a relatively intact two-story building by the roadside, attempting to seize this potentially crucial vantage point.

Before the machine gunner among the soldiers could even search for any hidden enemies, another drone zipped by just under a meter in front of him.

A thin fiber optic line trailed behind the drone as if it were a fine thread guided by the hand of death.

This clearly indicated that traditional radio reconnaissance and interference were completely ineffective against these fiber optic-guided drones.

"No—!" The machine gunner didn't have time to turn his machine gun, in desperation pulling out his sidearm, repeatedly squeezing the trigger at the swiftly darting drone.

Yet the drone sped quickly away, utterly ignoring the 'bang-bang' of random shots, zooming straight toward the middle of the convoy.

Though equipped with the "Avenger" air defense system, these vehicles lacked radar systems and relied on electro-optical search and aiming.

Faced with the ground-skimming suicide drones, the "Avengers" failed to acquire and lock onto targets, like a beast lost without sight, turning its turret in vain, completely ineffectual.

"Boom—!"

Another deafening explosion roared, and the ghost-like suicide drone hit the armor command vehicle that had multiple communication antennas mounted on its roof.

The incendiary bomb suspended beneath the drone's body exploded instantly, spraying vast amounts of orange-red flames that rapidly engulfed the entire armored command vehicle, black smoke mixed with the acrid smell of burning rose to the sky.

Inside the cabin, the soldiers felt roasted by the intense heat, forced to hastily open the distorted vehicle door, rolling and jumping down from the burning vehicle, grabbing onboard fire extinguishers, and frantically spraying at the fierce flames clinging to the vehicle.

Meanwhile, the cabin door at the back of the command vehicle was also yanked open, four or five officers in different ranks' uniforms jumped out anxiously.

Among them was the 'fearless in danger' Major General Borg.

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In just two or three minutes, the armed convoy of hundreds of vehicles consecutively suffered an onslaught of three powerful shells and seven suicide drones.

Billowing black smoke rose from the front, middle, and rear of the convoy, and the air reeked of the pungent smell of gunpowder and burning, causing casualties to over a dozen soldiers.

Originally somewhat orderly, the battle group descended into huge chaos, the soldiers skittish like startled birds, unable to discern where the attackers were hiding, nor knowing the number and equipment of the opponent.

They fired blindly like headless flies, attempting to use a dense web of firepower to veil their inner fears, but the unguided shooting merely wasted valuable ammunition without any practical effect.

Major General Borg had to step in and command, first instructing soldiers to get out of the vehicles, forming left and right wings for defense, searching for possible enemy positions, and avoiding clustering together for a concentrated attack.

Upon confirming that all attacks were remotely controlled, he decisively ordered the front team to become the rear team, retreating from the combat zone as swiftly as possible to avoid further losses.

Half an hour later, the battle ended; the torn-up battlefield lay in ruins like a shredded canvas.

Soldiers, like grave diggers, searched through the wreckage of destroyed vehicles for survivors and clues about the enemy. They found fragments of the suicide drones, confirming the enemy's use of fiber optic guidance.

The operators behind this were certainly no rabble; this attack was meticulously planned, not initiated on the fly. The organizer behind must not be just survivors.

Following the filament-like residual fiber scattered amidst the ruins, soldiers tried to track the assailant's path, ultimately finding nothing but an empty wasteland.

The attackers had long since "left the building," leaving no valuable clues at the site except for the faint gunpowder smell mocking their helplessness.

Standing by the charred command vehicle, Major General Borg was extremely irritated, "It must be those damn yellow-skinned monkeys. No one else in Virginia would dare challenge us."

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