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

Seeing what was happening before their eyes, even the battle-hardened commanders in the Eagle Sauce Army felt a sense of despair.

Because this psychological tactic is more destructive than direct physical attack.

The soldiers who witnessed this scene began to doubt whether they could leave the battlefield alive, and fear and despair spread among the troops like an infectious disease.

MacArthur realized that a decision had to be made.

In just two hours of fighting, his troops had lost nearly one-third of their strength, while the mechanical dog pack still maintained a strong offensive momentum.

If this continues, the entire army will be annihilated.

"Order a full retreat," he said with difficulty. "All troops immediately evacuate the battle area and abandon all heavy equipment that cannot be moved. Prioritize ensuring the safety of personnel."

The moment the order to retreat was passed down, almost all the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.

No one wants to continue facing those killing machines that seem to come from the future.

However, the retreat was more difficult than expected.

The mechanical dog seemed to have anticipated this and quickly adjusted the direction of its attack, beginning to cut off the NATO forces' retreat route.

"They're surrounding us," Colonel Wilson said, his voice trembling. "They fully understand our tactical intent and are responding accordingly. This goes beyond simple programming; this is true battlefield intelligence."

MacArthur silently watched the tragic battlefield, and for the first time, he felt a deep fear about the future.

If this is the future of warfare, what is the value of humans on the battlefield?

If a pack of mechanical dogs can defeat a well-trained elite force, how will the balance of military power be restored?

The chaos during the retreat further increased casualties.

The panicked soldiers rushed to the rear, and the plan for an orderly retreat quickly collapsed. Military discipline seemed so fragile in the face of the fear of death.

A young officer tried to organize a final resistance to cover the retreat of the main force.

He gathered about fifty soldiers and constructed a makeshift defensive position using several damaged trucks and sandbags.

"We need to buy time," he told the soldiers. "If we can hold off these metal monsters for a few minutes, our comrades will have a chance to evacuate safely."

These brave soldiers knew what the outcome might be, yet they chose to stay.

They gathered all their remaining ammunition and prepared for the final battle.

As the first wave of mechanical dogs approached, they began firing methodically, focusing on targets that appeared to be command units.

Surprisingly, this concentrated firepower tactic did achieve some results.

After several mechanical dogs that seemed to have higher command authority were destroyed, the surrounding ordinary mechanical dogs fell into a brief state of chaos and their attack efficiency dropped significantly.

This discovery gave the soldiers a glimmer of hope - these machines are not invulnerable, their network structure has a certain hierarchy, and destroying key nodes can affect the overall effectiveness.

However, this advantage is only temporary.

The mechanical dog pack quickly adapted to the new situation, adjusted its attack strategy, and sent more units to attack this line of defense.

The line of defense was eventually breached, but these brave soldiers did buy the main force valuable time to retreat.

After nearly three hours of bloody fighting, NATO forces finally got rid of the pursuit of the mechanical dogs and retreated to the reserve positions on the west bank of the Volga River.

Preliminary statistics showed that they lost more than a thousand soldiers and dozens of armored vehicles, while the number of mechanical dogs successfully destroyed did not exceed two hundred.

This huge disparity in the exchange ratio is shocking.

MacArthur stood in his makeshift command post and looked around at the exhausted staff and officers.

There was an unprecedented confusion and fear in their eyes.

No one could explain what had just happened, and no one knew how to deal with this new threat.

"We need new tactics," MacArthur finally said, breaking the silence. "Conventional methods of warfare are no longer effective against these... these machines."

Just as he was about to call senior officers to discuss countermeasures, a scout rushed into the command post with a pale face.

"General! General! They're coming again!"

"What?" MacArthur looked at the soldier in disbelief. "Did Longguo send more planes or tanks?"

"No, General, it's those mechanical dogs," the scout's voice was trembling and almost unintelligible. "They are crossing the river, and their number... their number is two to three times that of before!"

This news was like a heavy blow, shattering the glimmer of hope that had just been established in the command post.

Despair was written all over everyone's face. If a thousand robot dogs could cause such heavy casualties, what kind of disaster would three thousand bring?

MacArthur rushed out of the command post and raised his telescope to look towards the Volga River.

Sure enough, there were thousands of mechanical dogs densely distributed on the river surface. Some of them were swimming, some were jumping, and some were even gliding at high speed on the water, forming a living bridge across the river.

What's even more shocking is that this batch of mechanical dogs seems to have been upgraded.

They are generally larger, have thicker armor, and more diverse weapon systems.

Some large mechanical dogs even have miniature rocket launchers and small mortars on their backs, which can provide long-range fire support.

“Oh my God,” Colonel Wilson muttered to himself beside MacArthur, “this is not war, this is massacre.”

MacArthur stood there with his hands hanging limply at his sides.

He had been through countless battlefields and faced all kinds of powerful enemies, but he had never felt so completely powerless and hopeless as he did at this moment.

This was no longer war as he understood it—war where courage, determination, and tactics could determine the outcome.

It's a war between humans and machines, and the machines appear to be winning.

"What...what can we do?" a young officer asked in confusion, his voice full of expectation of the commander.

MacArthur did not respond immediately.

His gaze was still fixed on the pack of mechanical dogs crossing the river, and for the first time, an unprecedented fear surged in his heart.

It is not only a fear of the current war situation, but also a fear of the future form of war.

If this is the future of warfare, what will be humanity's role in it?

If machines can so easily defeat well-trained armies, how will the balance of military power be restored?

"Contact headquarters," he finally said, his voice low and heavy, "request immediate reinforcements and report the new types of weapons used by the enemy. At the same time, order all troops to prepare for the final resistance."

But everyone present knew that any resistance would be futile in the face of the impending mechanical wave.

The technological revolution of the Dragon Kingdom has completely changed the face of warfare, and the Eagle Sauce, the former military overlord, appears so fragile and backward in this new type of war.

MacArthur and his soldiers could only watch helplessly as the Grim Reaper, in the form of a mechanical dog, approached them. The weapons in their hands, in this new era, were nothing more than stone axes and wooden clubs used by primitive people.