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

Major General Wang also felt a little numb at this time.

These three divisions are indeed the elite troops in Cambodia, but in his opinion, their level is just so-so.

It is hard to say about the army's organization and morale, but their combat thinking is basically still stuck in the 1970s and 1980s.

They clearly know that the way of warfare is changing and that the lethality of drones is extremely terrifying, but they still dare to set up camps in a dense crowd. Isn't this just seeking death?

"General Hun Sen, where are our air defense forces? Others have finished bombing, why doesn't our army react at all?" the Khmer King asked curiously.

"Your Majesty, our air defense forces' weapons and equipment are still at the level of the 1960s and 1970s."

"It is really difficult for our radar to detect such a small drone, let alone defend against it."

"Then why don't we buy new equipment and strengthen our air defenses?"

General Hun Sen sighed, thinking that his Majesty really knew nothing about military affairs!
"Your Majesty, our army budget is too little. The money we can use to purchase weapons every year can only buy some second-hand equipment in the arms market."

"The price of air defense weapons is too high. The price of a regiment's S400 air defense system is 12 billion US dollars. We really can't afford it!"

Cambodia's annual military expenditure is only 6.5 million US dollars, and it has to be divided among the navy, army and air force. What can this money be used for?

The S400 air defense system is at most a first-class air defense equipment, not even the top one.

"Your Majesty, it's time to upgrade not only our anti-aircraft weapons, but also our tanks, armored vehicles, small arms, and even our uniforms."

"Our weapons and equipment are basically second-hand goods from the 1960s and 1970s. Can our army's military budget be increased a little next year?" When General Hun Sen said this, the word "money-grabbing" was almost written on his face.

Major General Wang was watching from the side, and he always felt that this scene was familiar.

It seems that every year when the Chinese New Year comes, each branch of the military seems to cry poor in a similar way.

Anyway, a few years ago, when I was the chief officer at the grassroots level, I specially dragged the T34 out of the museum to wish the people of the whole country a happy new year.

When the Khmer King heard this, he turned to look at Major General Wang and asked, "General Wang, how much is your annual military expenditure?"

"Not much, just over 16700 trillion, which, converted into US dollars, is about 2313.5 billion US dollars," said Major General Wang.

This data is not confidential and can be found at any time on the Internet.

The Khmer king counted on his fingers for a long time, but still couldn't figure out how many zeros there were after 16700 trillion.

When he heard this number, he almost fell to his knees.

How come the hundreds of millions of US dollars in funding that we raise every year by selling everything we have is not even a fraction of what others get? Is the gap between countries really that big?
"General Hun Sen, is the gap between us and them really that big?"

"Your Majesty, in fact, the gap is even greater. The purchasing power of our money is at least twice that of their RMB."

"Their weapons are all made in China. We can only produce some light weapons. We have to buy the rest. Even buying second-hand is very expensive."

As the Khmer king listened to the admiral's complaints, a feeling of powerlessness suddenly came over him.

On the blue planet, below the five great good men, ninety percent are ants. It is already difficult for small and poor countries to exist.

It is almost impossible for a developing country to build a decent army unless the whole country engages in militarism.

"General Hun Sen, don't be so pessimistic. We will all have it. We will all have it. Now it is more important to conduct exercises."

"How should we judge this airstrike? You two should discuss it carefully. I'm a little tired, so I'll leave first."

When the Khmer King left the director's office, he looked up to the north, as if he had made up his mind.

After all, in order to give face to the host, this time the air raid was not judged to be lenient, but was directly released into the sea.

The reduction in personnel was at least 50%, and it was reduced to three battalions, with more than 1,500 people.

When the results of the judgment were sent to both sides of the exercise, the chief of staff of the Cambodian First Division immediately protested to the directorate. "Is this the end? Air strikes. I have deployed anti-aircraft weapons, and they destroyed three of my battalions at once. Is this reasonable?"

"I want to protest to the directorate, I want to protest to General Hun Sen. The Blue side is simply bullying us!" The Chief of Staff of the First Division cursed at the people around him.

He immediately began contacting the director's office to inquire about what exactly had happened.

"Quietly, quietly, stop making trouble, you have been given water."

"Thousands of swarm drones attacked us, but we only judged that you lost three battalions. This is already a favor given to us."

"Your mission this time is not to capture Hill 542, but you'd better not lose too badly, got it?" Admiral Hun Sen transmitted the footage of the swarm drone airstrike and emphasized.

The remaining middle and senior commanders of the three Cambodian divisions felt a chill down their spines when they saw the dense swarm of drones that looked like locusts.

"General, they only have one regiment. Where do they get so many people to operate drones?"

General Hun Sen hesitated for a second and explained: "One person can operate hundreds or even more of these swarm drones."

"They only sent out a reinforced platoon this time. If necessary, the scale of the drone swarm airstrike just now would at least increase several times."

The chief of staff of the Cambodian 1st Division clenched his fists. A feeling of powerlessness and humiliation instantly surged into his heart.

It would be fine if he lost in a real fight, but this kind of high-tech dimensionality reduction attack is simply a shame for a soldier.

Overhead satellite monitoring throughout the process, tactical nuclear bombs, biological and chemical weapons attacks, long-range rocket fire coverage, and air strikes.

We haven't even seen the enemy yet, and the three divisions have lost 70 to 80 percent of their troops. How can we fight this battle?
What kind of day have I been living?

"Don't be afraid of the enemy. The Blues on the other side of you have also experienced what you have experienced."

"Although their Hu Ri and Blue Army are a little abnormal, they are not invincible."

“Khurehe’s Blue Army has also lost. You can learn from that battle. We don’t seek to win, as long as we don’t lose too badly.” Cambodian General Hun Sen spoke to comfort him.

Upon hearing this, the Chief of Staff of the First Division immediately took people to look up the exercise data of Qi Hu Rihe over the years.

When they saw the familiar nuclear bombs washing the ground and biological and chemical weapons striking one after another, the middle and senior officers of the three Cambodian divisions all felt a sense of sympathy.

We are both wanderers in this world, so why should we know each other when we meet? It's so miserable, so miserable!
During the exercise.

The news that three more Khmer battalions had been killed came as a surprise to everyone who was watching the military exercise.

"Is this another tactical nuclear attack?"

"This is simply bullying. Why not just use nuclear bombs to wipe out the area? Why bother fighting?"

"Three battalions in one hour. Even three battalions of pigs can't be killed so quickly."

"What, what happened again?"

"This is simply a dimensionality reduction attack. It's really tragic. We didn't even see the opponent, but we suffered heavy losses."

"Has anyone calculated the casualty ratio of this battle? Has it risen to a certain number?"

"No matter what the score is, the blue team must have zero casualties right now. This is cheating! This is definitely cheating!"

Faced with the rumor that three Khmer battalions were destroyed in one hour, the directors of the exercise quickly refuted the rumor.

It wasn't that three battalions were destroyed in an hour; it actually only took forty minutes.

In the face of doubts, they also released photos and videos taken during the swarm drone attack.

When they saw the Black Crows' swarm of drones, all the military enthusiasts on the entire Blue Planet fell silent. (End of this chapter)