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After hearing MacArthur's words, the intelligence officers looked confused as they flipped through the latest reports.

"According to the latest intelligence, the Dragon Kingdom did send ground reinforcements, but they don't seem to be regular troops."

"Our reconnaissance aircraft reported seeing some strange equipment moving in the direction of Stalingrad, but were unable to confirm what it was."

MacArthur frowned and continued to observe the battlefield carefully through the telescope.

The east bank of the Volga River looked unusually calm. Apart from some scattered Russian soldiers and a few old trucks, there was no sign of any large-scale troop movements.

"Perhaps this attack is just a psychological tactic by the Dragon Kingdom," MacArthur tried to comfort himself. "They may not have enough ground troops to support the Russians. The drone attack may just be to cover the Russians' retreat or reorganization."

Just as he was beginning to regain a bit of confidence, a scout ran up to the command vehicle, breathlessly saying, "General! There's something unusual on the east bank! Something...something I've never seen before is approaching the riverbank!"

MacArthur immediately pointed the telescope in the direction indicated by the soldier.

At first, he could only see a blur of dust, but as the distance got closer, he finally saw the strange scene clearly - it was not a regular troop march, but some kind of mechanized creatures moving rapidly.

“What is that…?”

MacArthur muttered to himself in disbelief, and the telescope in his hand trembled involuntarily.

As these objects approach, their forms become clearer.

It was a group of four-legged robots that looked like dogs or wolves, but were made entirely of metal and composite materials.

They run across rough terrain with incredible speed and agility, each step precise and coordinated.

What is even more shocking is that these robot dogs are loaded with various weapons on their backs and sides - some carry light machine guns, some are equipped with small missile launchers, and some seem to carry some special electronic equipment.

"Robot dog," the intelligence officer swallowed hard, his voice hoarse, "It is said that Longguo has been developing military quadruped robots, but we believe that this technology will take at least ten years to be put into practical use..."

MacArthur couldn't look away. These robot dogs weren't just a few, but hundreds, densely packed together, covering his entire field of vision.

They do not require rest or supplies like human soldiers, do not feel fear or hesitation, and carry out their tasks exactly as they are programmed.

The most terrifying thing is that they demonstrate a kind of collective intelligence - some are scouting in the front, some are on guard on the flanks, and some are providing fire support in the rear, forming a perfect three-dimensional tactical system.

“Oh my God,” MacArthur muttered, the expression in his eyes changing from anger and resentment to pure shock and horror. “This is not war, this is… a science fiction movie.”

As the robot dogs approach the Volga River, they begin to demonstrate even more astonishing abilities.

Some robot dogs jumped directly into the river and were able to swim as efficiently as amphibians; others deployed previously hidden small propulsion devices, allowing them to fly or glide short distances and easily overcome obstacles.

Their way of movement completely breaks the operational mode of conventional armies. They ignore terrain restrictions, do not require roads or bridges, and directly approach the target via the shortest path.

As the pack of robot dogs approached, a strange friction sound filled the entire battlefield - it was the sound of hundreds of mechanical claws grabbing the ground at the same time, regular and strange, like the breathing of some creature from another world.

The sound itself has a psychological deterrent effect, making people feel fear instinctively.

MacArthur raised the telescope again and stared at the rapidly approaching robot dogs.

Their metal bodies gleamed coldly in the sunlight, their mechanical joints moved precisely, and the red light in their electronic eyes seemed like a gaze from hell.

At this moment, MacArthur's expression froze - it was a deep astonishment, a fear of the unknown, and even an epiphany of his own arrogance.

For the first time, this legendary general, who was once so powerful, truly felt his own insignificance and powerlessness.

This was no longer the war he was familiar with, but the beginning of a whole new era, an era in which humans might no longer be the protagonists on the battlefield.

……

The Dragon Kingdom's mechanical dogs surged in from the east bank of the Volga River like a tide, their metal claws making harsh sounds as they scratched the ground, and their electronic eyes flashed a cold red light.

They did not act individually but moved in tactical formations—vanguards, flanks, central assaults—as if directed by some collective intelligence.

Each mechanical dog's movements are precisely coordinated, maintaining the overall formation while flexibly adjusting its individual route according to the terrain.

MacArthur recovered from his initial shock and quickly regained his commanding composure.

"All troops, open fire immediately!" His order was broadcast across the battlefield via radio. "Concentrate your fire and aim at their joints and heads!"

NATO soldiers immediately followed the order, and the M249 light machine guns, M4 carbines and M240 heavy machine guns opened fire at the same time, forming a dense firepower network.

Bullets rained down on the pack of mechanical dogs, drawing countless lines of fire in the air.

The first round of volleys seemed effective, and several mechanical dogs rolled to the ground after being hit, but a chilling scene happened immediately - most of the mechanical dogs that were hit actually stood up again and continued to move forward, as if the bullets that hit them were just insignificant mosquito bites.

“Damn, they have some kind of armor protection!” a lieutenant exclaimed. “Conventional ammunition is almost ineffective!”

Indeed, these mechanical dogs are covered with a special composite armor that can resist attacks from most small-caliber weapons.

Even if bullets hit their bodies, they can only cause surface damage and cannot affect the operation of their core systems.

What makes the American soldiers even more desperate is that the movement of these mechanical dogs is extremely unpredictable.

They do not walk upright like human soldiers, but instead stay close to the ground, running, jumping, and rolling at extremely fast speeds.

They are only about 60 centimeters tall, providing extremely small shooting targets, and can run continuously at a speed of 50 kilometers per hour, far exceeding the handling capabilities of human soldiers.

"Aim! Aim!" the infantry company commander shouted desperately, but his soldiers were unable to effectively lock onto these high-speed moving targets.

Even the most accurate shooter can only hit one or two mechanical dogs occasionally.

A young American soldier stared at the sight, trying to lock onto a mechanical dog rushing towards him.

His finger squeezed the trigger, and three bullets were fired, but all of them grazed the mechanical dog's body.

Before he could take aim again, the mechanical dog pounced on him.

The light machine gun on the mechanical dog's back opened fire instantly, and three bullets accurately hit the soldier's chest.

The young soldier fell down forever before he could even scream...