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"Fire! Fire!" Colonel Michael shouted desperately.

However, it was too late.

Tens of thousands of swarm drones scattered instantly like a hornet's nest that had been poked, and pounced on the American troops on the ground from all angles in a suicidal attack posture!

A tank soldier had just stuck his head out of the turret and tried to fire a machine gun when a drone crashed directly into his face at lightning speed!

With a muffled sound, the tank soldier's head exploded instantly, and red and white objects splattered all over the turret.

The ammunition box of another Bradley fighting vehicle was hit by several drones at the same time, causing a violent chain reaction. The entire vehicle was blown to pieces and the surrounding soldiers were blown away by the shock wave.

More drones penetrated into weak parts of tanks and armored vehicles, such as tracks and engine cooling vents, and then detonated themselves.

Although the explosive power of these small drones is not enough to destroy the front armor of the M1A1, it is enough to paralyze its mobility and make it a fixed target.

For the exposed infantry, the attack was a one-sided massacre.

The swarm of drones was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, shuttling back and forth among the crowd. Every collision was accompanied by an explosion and the fall of a soldier.

The soldiers fired frantically but with little success. They didn't even know which direction to shoot because the enemy came from all directions!

The entire battlefield instantly turned into a bloody battlefield, with explosions, screams, and the sound of metal tearing incessantly.

The American soldiers, who had just been immersed in the joy of victory, were now like lambs to be slaughtered, unable to fight back under the endless attacks of suicide drones.

Inside the flagship command center, Admiral Harris watched all this in amazement as he watched the real-time footage transmitted back by the drone.

His mind went blank, unable to comprehend what kind of enemy he was fighting.

“These…these drones…where did they come from?”

He asked with a trembling voice.

An intelligence analyst pulled up satellite data from just a few minutes ago and reported with a pale face, "Sir, according to our analysis, these small drones... were most likely launched by the rockets just now!"

"What?!" Harris looked at him in disbelief.

"Yes, sir."

"When the rockets reached the target area, they did not explode directly. Instead, they released these attack drones."

"They used rocket artillery as a long-range delivery tool and precisely sent drone swarms over our troops."

"This... this is a brand new tactic we've never seen before, combining long-range strikes with drone swarm warfare!"

Admiral Harris slumped in his chair, his eyes empty.

He finally understood. The seemingly meaningless artillery preparations before had destroyed nothing more than some decoys and empty shells.

The real main force of the Yugoslavs - the so-called "approaching enemy forces" - had been hiding in the dark, waiting for them to enter the ambush circle.

They created the illusion of taking the initiative to attack, luring the American troops away from the beachhead and into the open area.

Then use rocket launchers to launch swarms of drones to deal a devastating blow to the assembled armored forces.

This is a perfect, interconnected trap!

And he, Admiral Harris, like a fool being led by the nose, walked step by step into the enemy's carefully arranged slaughterhouse.

He thought of the mysterious mechanical bird, the rocket artillery positions that were "easily" destroyed by the airborne troops, and his own ridiculous self-confidence and arrogance.

It turned out that from the very beginning, he was being played around by the other party. The other party knew every move he made and had prepared corresponding "surprises" for him.

"Retreat... let them retreat quickly..."

Harris spoke with his last bit of strength, but his voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

However, for the "Hammer" assault group, which was trapped in the siege of a swarm of drones, retreat has become an unattainable luxury.

In this hell of explosions and death, their only destination seems to be destruction...