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Chapter 99 Desert Camel Delegation

After Xu Hua greeted his grandfather.

In less than half an hour, the swarm of bees swept across every corner of the battlefield.

When the last soldier had been hiding and waiting for combat orders, the Blue Force's 3rd and 4th Artillery Battalions were wiped out in one fell swoop. The tactical watches of all the soldiers still in the exercise area then displayed system information.

[The entire Blue Force armored division has been wiped out. The exercise is over. The Red Force has won this exercise. Soldiers from both sides, please withdraw from the exercise area in an orderly manner according to the exercise regulations.]

"Wow, we won!"

Upon seeing this message, Zhang Yihao couldn't help but jump up and cheer, his face filled with unbelievable ecstasy.

But after jumping twice, he stopped and scratched his head with some emotion: "Actually, this war is quite boring. If we hadn't finally beheaded the Blue Team's command post..."

In this exercise, we only achieved results with two artillery battalions, and even that was achieved by sacrificing our teammates to obtain the coordinates. Most of the time, we were just watching the Red Force command directing the main force to fly drones.

"You think the results from two artillery battalions are boring?"

Hearing this from the side, Xu Hua rolled his eyes in boredom: "Boring, trembling with fear, dying at any moment without knowing why, that's the theme of the battlefield."

In real army battlefields, the daily work of most soldiers consists of digging trenches, firing fire coverage, and then dodging enemy artillery fire.

In modern land warfare, an average of 100,000 bullets are used to kill one soldier, and an average of more than one ton of ammunition is used to kill one soldier. Just imagine how tedious and terrifying the real battlefield must be behind these figures.

The kind of scenario you're fantasizing about—a small squad charging forward, breaking through enemy lines and turning the tide of battle with just two pistols—only exists in fantasy dramas.

Of course, if you're a military industry tycoon like Uncle Lin.

If one person develops a weapon of mass destruction like a drone, then that can be described as one person turning the tide of war and changing the course of world war.

Precise remote control, loaded bullets aimed at the face.

The truly terrifying aspect of drones is that they transform the data from requiring over a ton of ammunition to eliminate one soldier into an average of one kilogram of ammunition eliminating multiple soldiers.

"So, does that mean I'm pretty awesome today?" Zhang Yihao's eyes lit up with surprise.

"Sorry, it's because I'm awesome."

"Because I analyzed the precise location of the Blue Team's command post."

Xu Hua corrected him, then pointed to Lin Dong and said, "Zhang Tingsong is also very awesome."

If he hadn't analyzed that multi-rotor drones might be suppressed by communications, he wouldn't have applied to carry fiber optic drones.

We finally found the coordinates, but that still didn't complete the decapitation strike. The final conclusion is that we were all incredibly awesome.

"5

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Zhang Yihao's lips twitched, and he gave Xu Hua a thumbs up: "It's a real pity you're not going to be a political commissar."

"Zhang Tingsong!"

Just then, a joyful shout rang out from behind.

Xu Qingling, Huang Qingyao, and Jiang Caiping emerged from the small hill behind them.

Upon seeing Lin Dong and the others, Xu Qingling was the first to run over quickly. She ran to Lin Dong's side, her face covered in mud and grass clippings, but her expression was full of joy.

"How did you manage to find us?" Lin Dong asked curiously, looking surprised.

"Once you leave, the Red team will start flying fiber optic drones, and we'll follow to avoid the Blue team's artillery fire affecting the drone pilots."

As Xu Qingling spoke, she pointed to the tactical watch in Lin Dong's hand and said in a clear voice, "After the exercise just ended, I contacted Uncle Lin and asked for your precise location."

Uncle Lin said that we can now go to the command post of the exercise headquarters, go back to the guesthouse to rest, and then go back with the Red Army.

Apart from the low-light night vision goggles and tactical watch, all other equipment and backpacks were left in place.

Tomorrow, the unified exercise logistics and supervision departments will come to clean up the battlefield, inspect equipment, and remove fiber optic cables, shell casings, and drone debris left behind by the drones.

"Going back to the exercise headquarters now—is there no transportation available?"

Zhang Yihao's eyes widened, and his voice rose several decibels: "It's about seven or eight kilometers from here to the headquarters command post."

"No, it's more than that, it's nine kilometers."

"According to the exercise regulations, all equipment and facilities must be inspected before leaving the exercise area after the exercise, so don't expect to get a ride."

Lin Dong put down his backpack, took a bottle of water to wash his hands, drank half of it, and then took another bottle of water and a piece of dry food, and called out.

"Let's go, I'm going back to take a shower, my body is covered in salt stains."

May in Guangxi Province.

Wearing full combat gear and carrying a backpack weighing over ten kilograms, they participated in the exercise and had to run several kilometers across terrain.

The sweat on their bodies had been soaking and drying repeatedly, and had long since formed a layer of white salt frost.

"It's better to be killed in action. Back then, the exercise wasn't over yet, and there were cars to pick you up when you got to the safe zone."

Zhang Yihao took off his backpack, looked up at the starry sky, and said, "It's a pity that Brother Tao was hit by artillery fire at the very beginning. He must have gone back crying."

Starlight guides the way.

Walking through the long night.

The exercise is over, so there's no need for the group to rush off-road.

They walked slowly for several hours, during which Red Army soldiers greeted them as they passed by. When the sky began to lighten, they finally returned to the command post of the exercise headquarters.

The exercise headquarters is located not far from the entrance to the exercise area.

This area, covering hundreds of acres, consists of several bungalows from the last century, plus field tents.

The sun rises in the east, and the sunlight shines on the canvas of the field tent, casting a soft golden glow.

Lin Dong glanced around and could clearly see the outer perimeter cordon and the guards stationed there with live ammunition.

Besides.

You can also see some observers with foreign faces, military personnel from headquarters wearing camouflage uniforms, and groups of domestic and foreign business people wearing shirts and polo shirts.

"Comrade, hello, how do we get to the guesthouse?"

Lin Dong paused among the foreign business personnel, walked to the leftmost row of reception windows facing the exercise area that read "Red Team," found a spot where no soldiers were queuing, saluted, and asked.

The headquarters' arrangement was wise.

At the soldiers' reception window after the exercise, the red and blue teams were clearly marked, and the two sides were several hundred meters apart.

Otherwise, even after the exercise is over, there might be several more live-action combat drills.

"Hello, comrade."

The soldier who was hosting returned the greeting: "Please take out your tactical watch and low-light night vision goggles."

Without hesitation, Lin Dong and the others took off their tactical watches and handed them over. Wen Bing took a sensor and scanned them one by one. Then he took out a plastic card and stamped it with a steel seal. He then took out ten passes and entered the corresponding codes and names.

"Corporal Zhang Tingsong, this is your accommodation pass."

"You can go to the wash area next door to clean up and change into regular clothes. The clothes are all clean in the lockers next to you. Just take the clothes according to your size. After you finish washing up, show your receipt at the exit and a vehicle will take you there."

"Remember that the pass must not be lost or used interchangeably. It contains an IC sensor chip, and there will be some trouble if you do not have the pass or use it incorrectly."

clear.

The second-generation ID card with a built-in electronic chip is a unique code that corresponds to a single person.

Lin Dong thanked them, took the voucher, matched the passes with those of Xu Qingling and the others, and then went to the washroom area in the adjacent bungalow to queue up.

After spending five minutes washing off the mud and gunpowder, and changing into dry civilian clothes, Lin Dong felt as if he had come back to life.

"Zhang Tingsong, I'm done washing!"

Thanks to the efficiency gained from training, Lin Dong went outside and waited for less than three minutes before Xu Qingling came out after washing up and changing into a summer uniform. She ran and jumped happily to Lin Dong's side.

Wearing a light green short-sleeved shirt, dark green trousers, and her hair tied in a ponytail with a military cap, she exuded youthful energy and heroic spirit.

"Let's wait for them."

Lin Dong smiled and nodded, then casually adjusted Xu Qingling's hat brim.

Soon, Zhang Yihao, Xu Hua, Huang Qingyao, and the others finished washing up, and the group headed towards the exit together.

"No! This can't be done!"

"This is an arms embargo against our small country!"

Lin Dong and his group had just crossed the cordon with their passes, but hadn't even reached the entrance yet.

Suddenly, a burst of excited shouts came from a tent not far away.

This is----

Lin Dong and the others stopped and turned to look.

A group of well-dressed desert representatives, wearing cloths over their heads, surrounded the headquarters staff, excitedly explaining in fluent Chinese.

"How could such a small drone be sensitive equipment! Sir, it's not sensitive, it really isn't sensitive!"

We need it!

"Mr. Gazzari, all military equipment is sensitive, and we are very cautious about selling it to you."

Looking at the excited desert representative, the headquarters staff member said helplessly, "Although this drone is small, it does carry ammunition and is a standard combat drone, undoubtedly a piece of military equipment."

"But haven't you been conducting public exercises and planning to publicly announce arms sales?"

The desert representative's tone remained agitated: "I just saw your Poly Military Trade manager—"

"It is a planned arms sale, but all arms sales orders need to be reviewed to ensure that they will not have an impact on the region or disrupt the regional balance before they can be approved."

The headquarters staff looked at the desert representative and said seriously, "If you really want to make the purchase, submit an application specifying the quantity and purpose of the purchase."

Once we've reviewed and confirmed everything is in order, we'll approve the order, and once the funds are submitted, we can begin production and shipping. If the review fails, then you'll only be able to purchase civilian-grade drones.

"no problem!"

The desert representative replied without hesitation, "We'll apply now for 100,000 aircraft—no, 200,000!"

"You can just write this quantity in your application; you don't need to tell me."

The staff member said helplessly, "In addition, these combat drones are not cheap, and there are several different models. I suggest you do your research before deciding. If you order too many, the application may not be approved."

"Price is not a problem!"

The desert representative nodded hurriedly, his eyes filled with urgency: "As long as you approve my application, we can offer more money!"

At this moment, a group of observers, including Americans, came out of a nearby tent.

Hearing the conversation and glancing at the desert representative's face, the leading representative's expression shifted, and he quickly stepped forward.

"Mr. Gazzari, we also have drone technology, and it's even better performing."

"You have them too?"

Mr. Gazzari looked at the American representative and asked in English.

"Yes, you're probably familiar with Lockheed Martin's unmanned aerial vehicle technology in our country—"

Mr. Gazali, the representative of the desert, listened in a daze.

After listening attentively, he seemed to understand something and solemnly assured us, "No problem! We'll buy them together! Please send us the list when you get back, and we'll buy everything that's suitable!"

talking.

The desert representative turned to the headquarters representative and said earnestly, "Hello, where do you fill out your arms sales application? We'll go apply now."

"Just look for Poly Military Trade's staff at the tent on the left ahead," a headquarters staff member pointed out.

"Thanks."

The desert representatives performed a respectful greeting, then turned and walked towards the location indicated by the staff.

But he had only taken two steps.

Mr. Gazzari's eyes flickered, as if he had thought of something, and he quickly returned to the staff member: "Hello, regarding the civilian drone you just mentioned, who should we contact—"