The host, please be more restrained! The Strategic Propaganda Bureau can no longer make up stories

Chapter 226: The motorcycle and the small plane's first battle
The content of these two people's live broadcasts can be said to be quite explosive and can be used as the latest news submissions.

Soon, their live broadcast room attracted countless people's attention.

"Is this true? Host, you didn't lie to us, did you?"

"With so many small swarm drones, and they are high-end products from the Eagle Sauce, I'm afraid Russia can't handle it."

"I lost, they came down, they came down, those mercenaries are indeed not ordinary people."

"You guys don't even know the world's top mercenary group, the Black River Mercenaries!"

"Hold on, hold on. As long as this batch of aid reaches the front line, everything will be fine."

"Host, can you guarantee that this is true? If it is true, I will give you a reward of 500 US dollars!"

David looked at the comments in the live broadcast room with a smile on his face.

He saw the message that he was going to be rewarded at a glance. He tried to remain restrained and said in a low voice: "Friend, that's natural."

"Freedom will surely triumph over evil. Victory belongs to us. As long as these small swarms of drones are on the battlefield, they will definitely crush the enemy!"

His words were widely recognized in the live broadcast room and made many Western audiences excited as if they were injected with chicken blood.

These people don't care about the war situation, but as long as it is for freedom and human rights, they will support it without a second thought.

Not to mention that this time, the target is Big Hair, the evil and huge polar bear.

David got what he wanted and received a gift worth 500 US dollars, which made him ecstatic.

at the same time.

An intelligence officer from the Damao cyber force also stood up excitedly and reported to his superiors.

"What? You mean that the aid from the Eagle Sauce has been delivered to Henitsky now? Where did you intercept this information?"

"Report to the commander, I got it from watching the live broadcast, and I also bought a gift worth 500 US dollars for it."

"From what the anchor said, I am very sure that the aid sent to Henitsky this time is tens of thousands of small swarm drones and many Black River mercenaries." The intelligence officer reported.

His words surprised everyone in the Damao network force.

It's too fake, it's really too fake.

If you can get intelligence by watching live broadcasts, and if it is such important intelligence, then what do we need agents for?
"you sure?"

"Sir, if you don't believe me, just check it out for yourself. They are still broadcasting live. There are already many Black River mercenaries lining up on the train station platform."

"These duracs (idiots) wouldn't be so stupid. This is definitely a tactical deception, absolutely."

Although the intelligence intercepted by the Russian cyber troops while watching the live broadcast seemed unreliable, it was still quickly sent up the chain of command.

When the front-line commander Surosov got the information, he immediately started checking David's live broadcast account and entered the live broadcast room to watch.

When he saw the large number of small swarm drone cargo boxes and the mercenaries lined up on the platform, Surosov began to doubt his life.

He also couldn't help but curse: "These duracs (idiots), what on earth do they want to do?"

Surosov looked at David's live broadcast content, hesitated for a moment, and then transferred 10,000 US dollars into his own account.

He casually sent a gift of 10,000 US dollars, and then asked: "Host, are you really at the train station in Henitsky now?"

"Are those trains really all aid sent by the Eagle Sauce?"

When David saw the gift reward of US$10,000, he couldn't help but tremble all over, and even his voice changed.

"Thank you for the tip, brother. We are live streaming, so of course it can't be wrong."

"The anchor used some connections to sneak into the train station. If you don't believe me, I can film it up close." After he said that, he took his cleaning tools, pushed a cart, and crawled out from the hidden corner.

After David arrived at the platform, he looked at the stacked small swarm drone cargo boxes and deliberately walked forward and pushed them down.

The batch of cargo boxes fell to the ground, attracting a lot of people's attention, but at the same time, the small swarm of drones inside were also thrown out.

When Surosov saw this scene, he was skeptical at first, but now he was 80% convinced.

After he put down his phone and was about to announce this, his chief of staff laughed and spoke first: "Commander, this situation seems to be true. Not only this person, but there are four or five other people on the same platform who are broadcasting this incident live."

"This matter has become so popular that it has even made it to the top ten of the trending search list. Should we take action and give them an unforgettable surprise?"

Surosov did not hesitate and said directly: "Since we have discovered it, why shouldn't we fight?"

"Destroy them all. If these small swarm drones are really allowed to go to the battlefield, our frontline will be under great pressure."

"Commander, this is too obvious. This is a bit fake. I suspect this is a strategic deception by Ermao. The purpose is to consume the missiles in our hands."

"I think we should not act rashly, otherwise we will fall into a trap and waste our missile reserves in vain." A staff officer at the headquarters immediately expressed a different opinion.

His words also attracted a lot of support.

It is true that Russia has a lot of missiles, but in addition to the nuclear bombs that cannot be used, there are also a batch of missiles that are kept as strategic reserves.

A lot of usable missiles have been consumed in the past two years. If we want to attack these targets on a large scale, we need to use missiles.

If you make a wrong judgment, the loss will be huge.

Surosov listened to the different voices in the command center and smiled with satisfaction.

As the supreme commander on the front line, he naturally has to tolerate different voices. Otherwise, if he insists on his own way, it is likely to cause irreparable losses.

But today, the ideas of these advisers were obviously unnecessary.

"Davri, no matter whether Henitsky's aid is real or fake, let's blow it up first."

"But we won't use missiles this time. I think the motorcycle plane we just got this time will be very suitable."

"Even if it's false information, we won't lose out if we use hundreds of motorcycles and small planes to bomb Khnitsky." Surosov slammed the table and decided on the action plan.

The motorcycle plane was kept a very secretive matter, and most of the staff at the headquarters had no idea what it was. At this moment, they looked at each other with curiosity.

When the order to use motorcycle planes was given, hundreds of large trucks arrived at the preset positions in batches.

When the tilted cargo bed opened, within just a few seconds, five hundred small motorcycle planes were catapulted into the air in an instant.

The unique buzzing sound of the motorcycle was very loud, and it was obvious that the chief of staff, who was accompanying Surosov on the tour, was a little worried.

"Davali, is this voice a little too loud?"

"The fact that it's loud isn't a disadvantage, as long as it can't be detected by radar."

"Our front line is not far from Henitsky. We will get the results in three hours at most. Just wait patiently." Surosov said with a smile.

Whether it is a tactical deception or not, we will know after one bombing.

If it is a real target, the bombing effect of motorcycles and small planes will not be good, and it will not be too late to use missiles to bomb it again.

These motorcycles and small planes did attract a lot of attention along the way.

Because it uses a two-stroke motorcycle engine, the flying speed is not very fast, and many people even took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

But because it had nothing to do with them, almost no one took the motorcycle planes seriously until they arrived at their destination, Henitsky.

(End of this chapter)