Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

Smirnov stood atop an armored vehicle, watching a flock of birds fly overhead in the morning light, their graceful silhouettes drawing a beautiful arc across the azure sky. This momentary beauty of nature relaxed his frayed nerves a little, and a smile unconsciously crept into his lips.

However, this brief moment of peace was quickly shattered by a strange feeling. As a veteran of decades of combat, his intuition told him something was amiss. The birds' flight was too uniform, their movements too mechanical, completely out of character for natural creatures.

"Shoot one down for me," he ordered the sniper beside him, his voice filled with urgency, "the lone one."

The sniper quickly took aim and pulled the trigger. With a crisp gunshot, the "bird" fell from the sky, drawing an unnatural arc, and landed heavily on the grass in front of the armored vehicle.

Smirnov jumped off the armored vehicle and strode toward the crash site. A soldier had already picked up the object and respectfully handed it to the marshal. As Smirnov took the ingenious device, he felt as if an invisible hand were gripping his heart.

This wasn't a bird at all; it was clearly a finely crafted bionic drone. Its lightweight carbon fiber frame, lifelike feather-like shell, and miniature optical system and communications equipment—this level of sophistication surpassed even the most advanced reconnaissance equipment in the Soviet Union.

"Damn it!" Smirnov cursed softly, his fingers unconsciously clenching the drone's fuselage. "Our every move is under surveillance by the Dragon people!"

He turned around and yelled to the communicator: "Contact all troops immediately and retreat! We have been exposed!"

However, the communicator's expression turned into horror: "Report to the Marshal, our communication system has completely failed! The radio only has a noisy electric current sound, and the satellite communication has also been cut off!"

Smirnov's face paled instantly. He realized this wasn't just simple electronic interference, but a carefully planned trap. The Dragons weren't just using these "mechanical birds" to monitor their movements; they were also unknowingly severing all contact with the outside world.

"The order can't be conveyed," he muttered to himself, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, "400,000 troops are trapped in this area, and the Dragon people can clearly see our every move..."

At this moment, an armored soldier came running to report: "Comrade Marshal! We have discovered more abnormalities! Not only the communication equipment, but even the tank's fire control system has malfunctioned, and the radar screen is full of clutter!"

Smirnov's military intuition told him that the situation was worse than he had imagined. The Dragons had apparently mastered some advanced electronic warfare technology that could paralyze their entire command system without them noticing.

"This is impossible!" he growled. "Even the Eagles don't have this level of electronic warfare capability! Where on earth did the Dragons get this technology?"

A young technical officer stepped forward cautiously. "Comrade Marshal, based on my observations, these interferences seem to be patterned. They are like some kind of electromagnetic pulse network, completely enveloping us. And..." He paused, his voice becoming more cautious. "This level of technology is at least twenty years ahead of ours."

Smirnov's mind raced. As an experienced commander, he understood the precariousness of the situation. Four hundred thousand troops were trapped within the enemy's electronic encirclement, without communications, an effective command system, and even the most basic fire support.

"Gather all officers!" he shouted, his voice filled with a hint of desperate anger. "Since the radio is not working, we have to use manpower to pass the order! All troops must move to the northwest immediately. We must withdraw from this damn trap before dark!"

However, at this moment, a scout brought even more despairing news: "Comrade Marshal, a large number of UFOs have been spotted in the northwest! Their silhouettes... look like the kind of fighter jets that shot down our F-15s!"

Smirnov's heart sank. The J-20, Dragon State's most advanced stealth fighter, had proven its formidable capabilities over the East China Sea two years earlier. Now these ghostly fighters were surrounding them, while their air defenses were completely rendered ineffective by electronic jamming.

"What about the south?" he asked anxiously.

"Report to the Marshal, a large number of armored forces have been spotted maneuvering in the south!" Another scout ran over to report, "Judging from their formation, they should be the new combined brigade of the Dragon Kingdom!"

Smirnov felt dizzy. He recalled the intelligence report he'd received about Dragon Country's latest military reforms—the abolition of divisional structures in favor of highly mobile combined-arms brigades. At the time, they'd dismissed it as mere talk. But now, this new combat force was demonstrating its formidable mobility and combat effectiveness before their very eyes.

"What about the east and north?" His voice was trembling noticeably.

"We've detected a large amount of drone activity to the east, and to the north..." The scout swallowed, "There appears to be some kind of large radar station operating to the north. This could be the source of the interference with our communications and electronic equipment."

Smirnov slumped on the roof of the armored vehicle, his eyes glazed over. He finally understood: from the very beginning, the Dragons had been waiting for them to fall into their trap. Those deserted barracks, those deliberately exposed signs of retreat, were all carefully planned bait. And now, with the Soviet Union's steel torrent penetrating the heart of Dragon Country, this massive trap had finally snapped shut.

"Comrade Marshal, what should we do?" The officers around him were anxiously waiting for his orders.

Smirnov smiled wryly and shook his head. He recalled how the German armored forces were surrounded at Stalingrad during World War II. The Germans had been equally arrogant and dismissive of their opponents, ultimately paying a heavy price. Now, history seemed to be repeating itself, only this time, they were the army trapped.

"Pass the order down," his voice was hoarse and tired, "all troops build defensive fortifications on the spot. Since you can't withdraw, prepare to fight."

Just then, a strange buzzing sound suddenly erupted from the sky. Everyone looked up to see a formation of hundreds of drones approaching from all directions. These drones had diverse shapes: some resembled birds, others insects, and even some with bizarre shapes that defied all aerodynamic principles. But they all had one thing in common: each one was equipped with some mysterious electronic device.

"This is their trump card," the technical officer's voice was filled with deep despair. "These drones can not only monitor us, but also carry out targeted interference with our electronic equipment. They are like an invisible net that completely traps us."

Smirnov stood up and surveyed the troops around him. Armored vehicles formed long lines, their tank turrets helplessly turning, searching for possible targets. But on a battlefield completely controlled by electronic means, these steel behemoths were like prey entangled in a spider's web, at the mercy of the enemy.

"Comrade Joseph is right," he said bitterly, "the shape of warfare has changed. But he is wrong to think we can still use the tactics of the last century against the Dragon Kingdom."

On the distant horizon, teams of Dragon Nation's combined arms brigades were slowly approaching. Their movements were precise and orderly, clearly demonstrating that under the command of the "War Skull" system, each combat unit was perfectly executing tactical intent.

In the distant sky, the silhouettes of stealth fighters loomed, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, ready to reap the desperate army. On the ground, countless electronic jamming devices were working tirelessly, reducing the proud mechanized forces of the Russian Bear Nation to a pile of scrap metal.

Smirnov suddenly remembered the young man they had looked down upon—Fang Yu. It was this mysterious military expert who, in just a few short years, had pushed Dragon Country's military technology to a whole new level. The J-20 fighter jet, the reform of the combined arms brigade, the "War Skull" system, electronic warfare equipment...all of these were his masterpieces.

"Comrade Marshal!" A panicked voice interrupted his thoughts, "The Dragon Kingdom's armored forces have begun the attack!"

Smirnov raised his binoculars. Through the lenses, he watched the Dragon Nation's combined arms brigade execute a breathtaking display of tactical maneuvering. Each combat unit seemed a self-contained organism, yet perfectly coordinated with the others. Small combat groups composed of tanks, infantry, artillery, and anti-aircraft weapons were attacking them with astonishing coordination.

“This is the war of the future,” he muttered to himself, “and we are still stuck in the past.”

In the sky, the flock of mechanical birds continued to circle, silently witnessing this battle destined to go down in history. Smirnov knew that from the moment they set foot on this land, failure was already doomed.

"Attention all troops," he said, picking up the now-defunct communicator, his voice strangely calm. "We're not just facing a new army, but a completely different era. The Dragons have taken the war into a new dimension, and we're still responding with the same old thinking."

The surrounding officers fell silent. They all understood the meaning of the marshal's words. On a battlefield completely controlled by electronic equipment, traditional advantages in numbers and firepower had lost their meaning. Their proud iron torrent, in the face of the invisible and intangible electronic warfare, was as fragile as a paper toy.

“Prepare to surrender,” Smirnov said finally, his voice filled with bitterness. “Continued resistance will only result in more casualties.”

At this moment, a clear broadcast suddenly sounded in the sky. The voice did not come from their communication equipment, but came directly from those mechanical birds:

"Attention, Far Eastern Front Command of the Bear Country: You are completely surrounded, and all communications and electronic equipment are under our control. To avoid unnecessary casualties, please lay down your weapons and surrender immediately. We guarantee to treat prisoners of war in accordance with international conventions. Repeat...