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Chapter 200 Gad: Blow it up for me!
Edmund Wright looked at his father-in-law and said helplessly: "Commander, if you don't believe me, then you have to believe Director Li, right?"

"Produced by the Flower Growers, carefully selected by the Eagle Sauce, and carefully selected by the Big Mao, the performance is definitely no problem."

"Director Li assured me that 500 swarm drones can kill indiscriminately in Africa."

When Simmons Roy heard this, his uneasy heart calmed down a little.

After Edmund Wright finished drawing a map of the poaching mercenary camp, he began to arrange combat missions.

Although it is said to be arranging combat missions, in fact it is just making combat arrangements according to the instructions of the swarm drones.

We are all laymen, and if we operate it ourselves, something might go wrong. If we follow the instruction manual, we will definitely not go wrong.

Edmund Wright was quite aware of his own air combat abilities.

His combat arrangement was very simple. He divided the areas in advance according to the mercenary camps, and then used swarm drones to carry out intensive bombing.

The entire operation process is similar to spraying pesticides on farmland. The area is marked and then the process is carried out step by step.

All five hundred drones were taken out, and they began to mount grenades and remove the grenade fuses.

A grenade weighs 250 grams. Under extreme circumstances, it is not a problem to carry ten of them on a drone.

Simmons Roy looked at these grenades, and after thinking it over in his mind, he felt a lot more relieved.

500 drones and 5000 grenades, even if there are more than 2000 people on the opposite side, it is enough to give those mercenaries a hard time.

Even if those mercenaries are made of iron, these 5000 grenades can still turn them into sieves. The steel balls in the grenades are no joke.

His only worry now is that his son-in-law only brought 20,000 grenades this time, and he doesn't know if they are enough.

Preparations for takeoff are complete.

Edmund Wright began to mobilize the fifty drone operators before the battle, saying, "Fighters, for Gad, for the people, I wish you all a great victory and immediate success!"

"Gade is waiting for our triumphant return. The national prestige and military might depend on our air force!"

"A celebratory drink. After the victory is over, I will drink it with everyone!"

"Please rest assured, leaders. We will definitely win the first mission!" The 50 drone operators answered loudly in Gad language.

When they were training at Huadun, in addition to the training sessions, they were also given basic queue training by Edmund Wright every day.

Therefore, the spirit and energy are completely different from that of Gad's army.

Although these fifty people only trained to a certain level in a month, the momentum they displayed still shocked Simmons Roy.

He couldn't understand why these fifty people seemed to have been reborn just by going to the flower grower's house.

This momentum is completely different from the mercenaries rampant in Africa, and it is more oppressive.

Edelman Wright saluted the fifty men and gave the order, "The action begins!"

After he finished speaking, he entered the headquarters tent and began to watch the entire battle.

Five hundred drones, operated by fifty operators, quickly took off one after another.

In fact, according to the combat mode of swarm drones, a mere 500 swarm drones do not require 50 operators.

According to Huadun Factory's own tests, two to three engineers are more than enough.

It’s just that the skills of these guys in Africa are really not good enough. Once the number of swarm drones increases, they are prone to various accidents.

At present, at most, one person can control ten crosses, but this is enough.

Five hundred drones took off one after another, which was quite shocking visually.

After they formed a formation in the air, they began to fly towards the mercenaries' camp.

Since they had conducted reconnaissance in advance and the reconnaissance area had been divided, all they had to do was follow the procedures, so there were no major problems in the operation.

Hundreds of meters in the sky, the buzzing sound of the swarm of drones could not be heard at all.

The African continent is sparsely populated and has no light pollution. The starlight in the night sky also provides good camouflage for swarm drones.

In less than ten minutes, 500 swarm drones arrived above the mercenary camp. Without radar scanning, the drones above the mercenaries' heads had no difference at all.

Most of them had fallen asleep at this time. Even the sentries on night shift were mostly holding their phones and watching videos.

Compared with the army of a major power, the organization and discipline of mercenaries are almost non-existent.

The three leaders of the poaching gang were gathering together drinking at this time.

Billy, with a cigar in his mouth and a glass of whiskey in his hand, chatted with the other two people in a casual manner.

He admired the African night sky with great satisfaction, the starry sky without any light pollution, a scene that is difficult to see in the city.

Billy was so excited that he put down the whiskey in his hand, took out his mobile phone, took a picture of the starry sky, admired it alone for a long time, and then sent it to his family.

soon.

He received a reply from his daughter: "Very beautiful, even the stars in Africa are distributed very neatly, completely different from those at home."

Billy was stunned for a moment when he saw his daughter's reply message.

He then thought of something and immediately began to enlarge the photo.

In the photo, there are indeed many inconspicuous small points of light, which look no different from starlight, except that they are arranged very fairly.

"You two, stop drinking. I'm really panicking!"

"I feel that Gad's drones have already flown over our heads." Billy put away his phone, stood up and said while putting on his bulletproof vest.

The other two looked at him in surprise, then raised their heads and looked at the starry sky.

Apart from the sky full of stars, they didn't notice anything wrong.

"Billy, you are panicking, are you because your little lover in Africa was discovered by your wife?"

"Even if those toy planes from Gad come, what can they do? I don't believe they can blow me to death."

Whoosh whoosh!
Steel hail began to fall in the night sky, in large quantities and very densely.

The sunroofs and windows of many jeeps and pickup trucks were smashed.

Even among these three people, one was missing. When the three saw clearly, the expressions on their faces changed.

"Grenade, lie down!"

The continuous sound of grenade explosions echoed throughout the mercenaries' camp.

Edmund Wright admired the situation on the scene through the camera of the swarm drone and said with satisfaction: "Commander, everything is going well!"

"If nothing unexpected happens, this round of airstrikes will at least cause 40% to 60% casualties on the enemy side."

Simons Roy took a deep breath when he saw the miserable state of the mercenary camp.

He fought wars of all sizes on the African continent for decades, no less than two hundred battles in total.

But this is the first time I have seen such a brutal battle.

Times have changed. I really don’t understand the current wars. This is a camp of more than 2,000 people, and they are experienced mercenaries.

Just a few hundred small drones blew these people up like this?

After a round of air strikes, most of the swarm drones returned and began to replenish their ammunition.

There were only more than a hundred planes left on the battlefield, and they were still randomly dropping grenades and carrying out fire suppression.

After Billy regained consciousness, he felt severe pain all over his body. He struggled to get up and took a look at his surroundings. His mind went blank in an instant.

The entire camp was in a mess at this time. The two men who had just been drinking with him had been shot into sieves by the steel balls in their hands.

If I hadn't been wearing a bulletproof vest, my fate would probably have been no better than theirs.

(End of this chapter)