"Damn it, get hit!" Jackson shouted angrily as he gritted his teeth at the Bull Gundam that had no time to maneuver to avoid the anti-tank missile. Even though his men were ready to pull him away and the support vehicle parked downstairs was honking its horn anxiously regardless of the risk of being discovered, Lieutenant Jackson did not move at all, just wanting to see the Interstellar Alliance's body being hit by the top.

"This is all for the dead brothers!" Jackson thought angrily in his heart, staring at the distance with a telescope. He wanted to confirm the results of the battle as soon as possible.

"Boom!" "Boss, hurry up!"

The loud explosion rang out in the silent city, and the smoke and dust raised by the shock wave temporarily obscured Jackson's vision, but before he could confirm the results of the battle, he was carried up by his loyal brothers and rushed downstairs.

"Shhhhhhh!"

Just as Jackson and his team rushed to the stairs of the fire escape, a rainstorm of steel swept across the entire securities building. The reinforced concrete load-bearing walls were broken in half. Several people who ran slowly exploded into a cloud of blood mist without even being able to scream.

The light green beam that followed directly penetrated the entire building. Everything it touched was melted by the terrifying temperature of the beam weapon. The thick steel bars in the load-bearing walls turned into flowing high-temperature liquid. The building without support was like a giant without a spine. It could only wail and collapse into the arms of Mother Earth under the continuous bombardment of the Vulcan cannon on the Gundam head.

Jackson was extremely lucky as he pushed away the body of his younger brother who fell on him and died to protect him. He had no time to mourn for his dead brother as the smoke and dust from the collapse of the building could take his life at any time.

Jackson could only hold down his still bleeding abdomen, and with the help of his surviving younger brothers, he endured the bloody liquid mixed with dead flesh and organs flowing out of his body as he rushed dizzily to the parking lot on the lowest floor, where there were tools that could help these remnants escape.

The fire escape had long lost its power supply, and only the warning signs that had been mixed with fluorescent liquid when they were manufactured provided Jackson and others with a little light and guidance in the dim light. They had no choice but to rush down.

"Damn it, Jones and the others are all dead, it's all because of..."

"Shut up, Jack, and leave now! Staying alive is more important than anything else!"

Someone in the fleeing group was whispering about the tragic death of their comrades and was about to curse Lieutenant Jackson, who was running in the front. But before they could even say anything, their friend next to them sternly reminded them to stop themselves from saying anything. They could only hastily make amends: "It's all the fault of that damned Interstellar Alliance!!!"

"Are all the pilots of the Interstellar Alliance monsters?"

"Yeah! It's all because of that damned Interstellar Alliance! Otherwise, we would have been living a good life with Lieutenant Jackson a long time ago!"

Everyone, with their own thoughts and ulterior motives, responded and echoed with such passion and sincerity that if Jackson was a stereotypical villain, a dumb and rough American high school football team captain with a cheerleader as his girlfriend, he might have believed the nonsense of these idiots.

Unfortunately, Jackson was not. Although he was a redneck, he was a graduate of a serious army academy. He also knew that his operation had failed, and that his failure to retreat in time had led to the deaths of many people, which had shaken his position.

At least five or six skilled fighters had been turned into a bloody mist by the MS's counterattack, leaving not even a complete corpse. Even Second Lieutenant Jackson could only grit his teeth and swallow it. The key was that he had to maintain superficial composure. If even he showed fear, this team, which was originally a mixture of the remaining local police, gangs, and remnants of the tactical aircraft maintenance base, would probably fall apart immediately.

"I'll find a way to get rid of certain people when we get back." Jackson's eyes swept over some people in the darkness, secretly thinking about how to deal with them. On the surface, he had to pretend to be calm and composed, ignoring his previous remarks, and led everyone to run quickly to the underground parking lot.

The remaining soldiers hurriedly got into the evacuation pickup truck, as if something terrifying was chasing them from behind.

The pickup truck driver didn't ask why five or six people were missing. After everyone got in, he stepped on the accelerator and the pickup truck rushed out of the underground parking lot and fled according to the pre-planned retreat route. In fact, he had wanted to run away for a long time. The roar of the building collapsing and the large amount of dust that was shaken down almost scared him to pee his pants while he was squatting below.

The patrol team naturally discovered the fleeing pickup truck, but they did not chase it. Instead, they watched Jackson and others escape. Only a fool would engage in street fighting with a group of you. Who knows if there are anti-tank mines and anti-tank missile teams ahead. Their task is only to stabilize the defense line and attract enemy attacks. The escaped enemies will naturally be dealt with by professionals.

After confirming that the enemy had fled, the Iron Man-type reconnaissance pilot also called out on the communication channel:

"Dongfeng, this is the Qiongqi team. The vultures have successfully escaped. I repeat, the vultures have successfully escaped."

"Received. The drone is in place. Team Qiongqi can return to their base outside the city for resupply. Thank you for your hard work."

"The Qiongqi team understands."

After receiving a reply from headquarters, Lin Mingmei led the team to drive the aircraft out of the city and drove at high speed towards the supply base set up on the outskirts of the city.

Chapter 136 America Raiders 4

Although Lieutenant Jackson is easily hot-blooded and impulsive, his military skills are quite qualified and he knows how to learn from his mistakes. This has surpassed many guys who only remember the food and not the punishment.

Under his arrangement, many pickup trucks were running around in the city, many of them were running around in the alleys, using the complex terrain created by the high-rise buildings in the big city to get rid of confused pursuers. Without the interference of Mie particles, the communication was quite smooth. Jackson commanded his men lurking in other parts of the city to create smoke and noise.

One of the reasons why Lin Mingmei's team did not pursue them is that although the pickup trucks seemed to be running around like headless flies, they were actually quite organized. There were command vehicles and bait vehicles, which were meant to lure you into chasing them. As long as you dared to chase them, you could bet that they had buried a large-yield IED on the road.

Judging from the current situation of the armies of the MUV countries, there is absolutely no problem with doing this. The TSFs are limited by their precious jump units and dare not chase around in the city. In addition, with the IEDs laid in advance by Jackson, even a complete TSF team will inevitably suffer heavy losses if caught off guard.

But Jackson, a soldier still in the middle of the Cold War, would never have imagined that his every move was being clearly seen by a reconnaissance and strike drone cruising in the sky using a synthetic aperture radar. The drone even packaged all his operations and sent them not only to the front-line command center of the North American Special Operations Command through the early warning aircraft in the rear and the probe in the synchronous orbit, but also to Xiao Renwu who was inspecting the MS manufacturing situation at the manufacturing center on the Glory of Higla.

Xiao Renwu was very happy when he saw it. The drone was really cheap and easy to use. Thanks to him for pointing out the super quantum computer of the large quantum calculation system, VEDA. The large early warning aircraft equipped with the VEDA sub-terminal could use the more magical GN particles to work normally under the cover of Mie particles. It could also let the special Mie particle jammers carried by the ZPLUSC1 escorting nearby to blind the enemy's eyes at any time. Even if the enemy had a quantum computer similar to VEDA, but did not have the matching GN particles, Xiao Renwu would not be afraid at all. He could achieve true one-way transparency on the battlefield.

As long as I'm more of a charlatan than you, you can't do anything to me.jpg Of course, this dimensionality reduction attack can't really be blamed on Lieutenant Jackson. He has done a very good job under the current circumstances. It can be written into the tactical textbook. It can only be said that on MUV Earth, humans can use miniaturized electron tubes to make it. Whether in terms of technology or practicality, it is far superior to the avionics systems of CE, which have already begun space colonization and have reached a very poor level. The retinal projection equipment used by the tactical machine is simply a hammer.

All we can say is that Jicong, the Showa staff officer, knew nothing about the insane firepower of mankind during the Cold War and the industrial capacity of wartime mobilization.

If things really went back to the Cold War, the landing of the BETA would have reduced all human nations except the United States to their current state. Xiao Renwu could only say, "Shame on you, Gil! Please commit seppuku, sir. I'll be your kaishakunin! It'll be quick and good!"

After wandering around the city alleys filled with domestic garbage and vehicle wreckage for more than two hours with many exhausted soldiers covered with smelly human body parts, they never heard the life-threatening roar of the MS's engine again. Lieutenant Jackson breathed a sigh of relief and asked the soldiers driving to go to a safe parking spot.

A group of people drove to a dilapidated building. The people in the car entered the underground parking lot with guns. After confirming that it was safe, Jackson let the car drive in. After parking and confirming that it was completely hidden, they left the building and went around the alley again. They walked to a manhole cover 500 meters away from the parking building and jumped in one by one. Only then did everyone feel relieved.

"The enemy has entered the sewers. Activate the Cyclops at the nearby stronghold. The secret key has been sent."

After discovering that Jackson and others had disappeared into the sewer, the early warning aircraft commander in charge of the theater command immediately issued a new combat mission to the front-line base and dispatched the Cyclops troops to clean up the rats in the sewer.

The lives of clones are very important, and clones are only used in important positions on the front line. Tasks like clearing out the remnants of the US military, various gangsters who endanger public security, and the resistance army composed of redneck white men are all handed over to the Cyclops. Usually, the Cyclops who have no tasks to perform stay in large containers to recharge, and will only be dispatched after the secret key issued by the North American Special Operations Command set up by the Interstellar Alliance in Washington is activated.

In a combat base with a battleship armor belt embedded in the exterior of a concrete and reinforced concrete building, dozens of humanoid combat robots neatly arranged in large containers began self-inspection when the quantum key activated the system.

"System inspection is normal, target intelligence is complete, and Special Operations Command's combat orders are being executed."

After the electronic female voice command was issued in the system, the self-inspection was completed, and the single eyes on the heads of countless steel-cast combat robots lit up with a pale green light in the dim container, as chilling as a pack of wolves in the dark night.

The top military force led by Sergei happened to arrive at the front-line base on a military transport plane from San Francisco. They saw the Cyclopses boarding combat helicopters and preparing for combat, and they immediately became interested. For him, an outstanding commander of the People's Revolutionary League, there are many things worth learning from the strategies and tactics used by the Interstellar Alliance. He had also seen the Cyclops in the base, but he had never seen so many robots performing combat missions.

He quickly grabbed a staff member and asked, "Comrade, what combat mission are they going to carry out? Can you take us along to observe?"

The staff member who was pulled back had not yet reacted. He just felt like a high wall suddenly stood up in front of him. He was even more shocked when he looked up. Even though Sergei tried to make his expression less ferocious and even smiled very stiffly, the deep scars on his face looked very scary.

Not only were the staff members frightened to the point of paleness, but the members of the People's Revolutionary League's top armed forces following Sergei also wondered why their beloved boss was so scary.

The staff member swallowed subconsciously out of fear, but still replied professionally, "Sorry, sir, you can certainly follow them, but you will need to report to the higher authorities."

"Also, for safety, sir, all of you must wear protective gear. After all, we are on the front line here, and there are often small groups of guerrillas wandering around here. They disguise themselves as refugees and attack when food is distributed. So when we go out here, we have MS troops or Cyclops." Seeing that Sergei really didn't look like a bad guy, the staff added a few more words to prevent these troops who had just arrived here from being unaware of the enemy's situation and ending up in trouble.

"Okay, thank you very much. We are all mobile suit pilots here and can fly the mobile suits in the base. I believe there should be spare mobile suits in the hangar, right?"

"Yes, there are three teams of spare machines stored in the base, more than enough for you to use."

"Thank you very much!"

After reporting the current situation to the North American Special Operations Command, Sergei and his team followed the staff to the hangar.

Not long after, Sergei boarded the Jegan. The pilots of the top force also used the Jegan. Of course, it was not that the staff at the front-line base were stingy, because they were members of the People's Revolutionary League, so they did not give them the Bull Gundam. Instead, it was difficult for natural people to fully utilize the performance of a machine equipped with a psycho-sensory skeleton, so they were given the Jegan, which was more adaptable and easier to operate, and had the best configuration.

Xiao Renwu treats everyone who joins his camp equally as long as they are willing to accept the chip, and he never shows favoritism. Now he is also helping Lieutenant Soma, who did not follow Sergei to America, to get out of the dispute between the two personalities.

In the incubator, the bodies of two girls who looked exactly the same were rising and falling in a medical fluid similar to amniotic fluid.

Chapter 137 America Raiders 5

Soma Piris, or Mari Pavase's second personality, was a brain quantum wave experiment conducted by the Human Revolutionary League's Super Soldier Agency, along with Celestial Being Gundam pilot Allelujah Haptisson. Second Lieutenant Soma was a relatively perfect product, not as brutal as Allelujah's second personality, and his driving skills indeed surpassed those of elite pilots. However, the high cost of training and the fact that the Super Soldier training method was easily attacked by public opinion from the other two countries, coupled with the fact that the Super Soldier training agency was later destroyed by Celestial Being, led the Human Revolutionary League to discontinue further research.

The products of the enhanced human program in Japanese works are all so painful and immature. They either become traitors and become the enemy's combat power, causing trouble for themselves, or they become psychopaths who only know how to take drugs. Lieutenant Soma is an exception. She is very normal and not much different from an ordinary girl. This is why Xiao Renwu decided to help Mary and Allelujah, the star-crossed couple. Of course, he also wants to collect some interest, such as recruiting Lieutenant Soma under his command.

So Lieutenant Soma, who was originally a member of the top force and should have rushed to North America with Sergei to carry out the suppression mission, said, "Commander, the brain quantum wave monitoring of Soma and Miss Mary after the transfer of consciousness is normal, and their vital signs are stable. Based on observation, we expect the two ladies to wake up in a week." The head of the clone department, holding the test data, explained the current situation to Xiao Renwu who came to inspect.

"Well done." Xiao Renwu praised the department head and then turned to Allelujah, who was following behind him, and said with a smile, "Can you rest assured now? Our Interstellar Alliance's technology is quite good. We have performed consciousness division and transfer many times. In fact, you can rest assured."

Allelujah, who appears to be a bit introverted and speaks very little, felt very embarrassed by Xiao Renwu's teasing and apologized repeatedly. Although he was temporarily living in the Interstellar Alliance, as a test subject who had been experimented on by the People's Revolutionary League, he was not yet able to entrust his trust to this national organization, especially since the Interstellar Alliance had a deep connection with the Chinese United Front, which was similar to the People's Revolutionary League. To be fair, these two national organizations took good care of the Celestial Pilots who were stranded on this planet. This made Allelujah, who was not good at expressing himself and had a delicate heart, very conflicted, and he could only take it one step at a time.

The armies that came through from the three major countries, with the exception of the AEU and the League of Nations who worked on collective farms every day, had the same idea as their former enemy, the Gundam pilot Allelujah. Since they couldn't go back for the time being, they accepted the recruitment of the Interstellar Alliance. The treatment was at least 5% higher than what they would get if they served in the People's Revolutionary Union, and they would enjoy an additional 30% subsidy during wartime.

Many of the top military forces going to North America wanted to earn more. Xiao Renwu promised them that after finding the universe where the People's Revolutionary Union was located, he would exchange the credit points they earned for rare minerals or industrial products and give them to the People's Revolutionary Union government in exchange for equivalent currency. The same treatment would be applied to the money earned by the AEU and the League of Nations.

"Just kidding. Let me choose a place to talk about your and the others' recent situation." Xiao Renwu did not continue to make fun of the shy Allelujah, but suggested finding a place to sit down and understand the situation. As for the Four Little Strongmen of Heaven, he liked this group of protagonists very much when he was in school.

"Okay Commander, let's go to the newly opened restaurant at the base over there. The mapo tofu is delicious. I'll treat you this time. I just got my salary this month." Allelujah touched his bulging wallet, a smile of accomplishment on his face. When he was a child, he lived in the Super Soldier Agency with free food and accommodation. After escaping from the Super Soldier Agency, he joined Celestial Beings, which also had almost free food and accommodation. He didn't really have much idea about making money. This salary was the first money he earned by helping out in the MS maintenance class and working in the kitchen.

The first thing he thought of after making money was to treat Xiao Renwu, who helped him, to a meal, and then buy Mary a gift after she woke up.

"Your wallet is full? Then I'll obey your order. When you marry Miss Mary, remember to ask me to be your witness~"

"You're thinking too far ahead, Commander. I don't have such plans yet!"

Faced with Xiao Renwu's recurrence of pranks and his desire to play a joke on him, Hallelujah really had no good solution. In his heart, he was still very grateful to Xiao Renwu for separating Soma and Mary, so that in the future the situation where the front personality would not devour the second personality would not appear. As for himself, there was no need to release the cruel personality of Hallelujah, and it was better to lock him up.

While Xiao Renwu was swiping the screen to select dishes, Lieutenant Jackson, who was far away in the sewers of New York City in North America, was also walking through the spacious sewers on his way to his meal.

Lieutenant Jackson led his few remaining minions on foot in the extremely dark sewers because the power plant had lost electricity due to the bombing of the Interstellar Alliance. The few sources of light were the high-intensity flashlights attached to the gun accessories. As the batteries were running out of power, the light was intermittent. The places that were not illuminated seemed to be vaguely visible as if something was running by. If it were placed on the set of a horror movie, this place would definitely be haunted by a killer.

After arriving at the destination, Jackson raised his hand and ordered his men to stop moving forward, and he walked forward alone.

"Password!"

A voice suddenly came from the dark corner, and several red dots fell on Lieutenant Jackson.

"Old donkey's shoes, reply to the order."

"Will kick your ass. Welcome back, Lieutenant Jackson!"

The sentry, with his gun put away, walked out cautiously from the darkness, saluted Jackson, and opened the side door to reveal the passage inside.

Everyone has long been accustomed to this operation. After all, it is better to be cautious. Although the secret sentries and commands are simple, as long as they are strictly implemented to ensure timeliness, they can effectively prevent American spies on the ground from joining the Interstellar Alliance for the sake of cricket living supplies. Lieutenant Jackson had suffered a great loss before, and he used this as an excuse to purge a wave of outsiders and those who did not support him.

The crowd filed in, and after passing through the small hole, it was as if they had entered a different world. Compared to the empty and deserted city above the dozens of meters thick concrete, the rebel camp deep in the underground sewer was bustling with people. Some people were dancing passionately around empty gasoline barrels with burning firewood. Their broken radios were still playing pre-war music, but the intermittent sound was annoying. Some people were fiddling with the barbecue grill, carefully cooking the sizzling fresh "steaks", with gray animal fur and duck heads with their eyes open thrown next to them.

The return of Lieutenant Jackson and his group also caused quite a stir. It seems that Jackson's prestige here is very high.

"Hey, guys, look! Lieutenant Jackson is back!"

"Good afternoon, Lieutenant Jackson!!"

The people who stayed in the camp were all greeting their leader warmly. Every time Jackson came back, he would bring them a lot of daily necessities. The most important supplies were the drugs, cigarettes and alcohol left over from the city. As for food, the camp just lacked fresh food.

This place was actually a reserve warehouse prepared by the military to prevent Beta from landing. It was filled with various canned goods and weapons and equipment. The heavy anti-tank missile ammunition and launcher used by Jackson were found in this warehouse.

"Oh my God, what happened to you?"

When Jackson and others walked in, the stench that hit them made the people in the camp realize that Jackson and others were almost all covered in meat and blood, and only a few of them were slightly clean.

"The mission failed, and we lost a lot of brothers." Jackson sat in the corner with his face covered, and said in a sad tone, as if those dead people had nothing to do with him, and those who survived did not dare to expose him, because they had all witnessed Jackson's cruelty.

Jackson eloquently recounted the failure of his attack on the Interstellar Alliance MS and how he was attacked. However, he did not mention that it was because he insisted on seeing the missiles hit the machines and did not retreat according to the established battle plan that led to the casualties of so many brothers. He just kept exaggerating that the Interstellar Alliance machines were too strong and that we need a better plan next time to reduce losses.

The younger brothers who followed Jackson all nodded and said that the lieutenant was right. It was not that the lieutenant did not work hard, but that the machines of the Interstellar Alliance were too strong and too cunning, so the leader of the resistance army, the wise and brave Lieutenant Jackson, had miscalculated.

After hearing this, the other people in the camp did not have too many doubts. After all, the most powerful weapon of the entire resistance army now was three American-made F4 Tactical Surface Fighters. Although they were pieced together with intact parts from the wreckage of other F4 Tactical Surface Fighters, the assault guns had difficulty hitting assault-class enemies, but their effect on people was no less than that of artillery execution. Moreover, the people who managed the camp's arsenal were all loyal to Jackson's minions. The smart ones had slipped away long ago while they were out searching for supplies. Whether they went to the countryside where the Interstellar Alliance had not touched, or went directly to the suburbs to join the Interstellar Alliance, it was more comfortable than being a rat underground. Those who had not left yet were nothing more than those who were brainwashed by Jackson's methods, or those who did not want to give up their status in the camp and act tyrannically.

In order to reduce the fear in his heart, Lieutenant Jackson washed the fishy smell off his body, and specially found some frozen steaks and canned fruits from the warehouse, and asked the chef to make a big meal. Then he selected two blonde beauties from the service guesthouse specially set up in the camp, gave them some canned food and took them to his room.

At this time, at the rebels' ground parking point, the three people responsible for monitoring the ground situation were smoking with blurred eyes. Several large bags of white powder thrown on the table emitted a strange light in the sunlight.

"The Second Lieutenant is probably doomed this time. His carefully prepared raid plan and Tactical Surface Fighters were all in vain!"

The man picked up the wine on the table and took a big gulp, feeling the stimulation of the alcohol on his stomach, and his words were a little sarcastic.

"Indeed, that's what soldiers like Jackson are like. Doesn't he know we can rob those civilians? Hahahaha, anyway, the supplies specially collected by the Interstellar Alliance are basically given to civilians. As long as we catch a few lonely ones, we can do whatever we want! Whatever we want! Ton tun tun~"

"This wave, this wave is about American-made products returning to the hands of the American people!"

"Hahahaha, you're right! Cheers!"

"cheers!!"

The three people who were drinking and having fun did not notice that the dozens of surveillance screens that were supposed to monitor the streets in real time had turned into snow screens at the same time. They were so high that all they could see were the beautiful girls who were dancing wildly around them.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, and the three men, who were still immersed in the powerful hallucinogenic effects of drugs and had no desire to leave, fell down.

After eliminating the monitoring station on the ground, the Cyclops, who had already uploaded the entire sewer project data to the database, began to rush into the sewer.

Chapter 138 America Strategy 5

Several years later, at the First People's Hospital in San Francisco, an old man who was taking his medical insurance card to get sedatives as prescribed by the doctor could not forget what happened in the sewer that day. He saw the densely packed yet orderly cyclops advancing in the darkness. Even now, he is frightened when he sees the new generation of intelligent robots on duty at the hospital entrance.

Back to the present when humanity has not yet been unified, in the wide sewers beneath San Francisco, wide enough for two main battle tanks to run side by side, the sound of gunfire and footsteps resonated, and the splattering of blood, limbs, and the screams of dying humans were endless. Rows and rows of Cyclopses, unafraid of enemy counterattacks and losses, charged forward with Lao Gan Ma heavy machine guns.

“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!”

"Bang bang bang!"

“Ah! My legs! My legs are gone!!”

"My butt! I can't find my butt!"

As the hot bullets of the .50 caliber heavy machine gun rushed out, blood plasma and fragments of flesh and internal organs flew all over the sewer. Bright yellow human fat with slightly pink and white tendons hung on the huge wound, dangling precariously. When the corpse fell to the ground, the Cyclops's steel feet stepped on it, accompanied by the crisp sound of the skull being crushed by the force, the gray-white brain matter was like a ripe fruit being suddenly grasped by someone, and it exploded with a "pop", adding a touch of smell to the sewer that was already full of filth.

Sergei and the members of the Top Force who met up with Lin Mingmei's Qiongqi team all remotely controlled the Cyclops in their bodies, just like playing a game. The clones were tired of it, and the people of the People's Revolutionary Alliance who had not fought for a long time came out to have some fun. The Top Force never showed mercy to the enemy. Besides, people who were executed by Iron Man-style artillery were much more tragic than those killed by heavy machine guns. They were used to it.

The steady Colonel Sergei is far past that age. Already a middle-aged man, he sits in the driver's seat and fiddles with the electronic equipment in the cockpit. There is still a difference between the simulator and actual operation on the plane. Compared with the soldiers under him, an excellent commander must be more familiar with technical equipment.

When the target information is accurate, the mission will naturally not be like those fancy and unnecessary plots in the movies that make the protagonist mess around. The Cyclops, a group of combat robots born for battle and controlled by elite soldiers, are even more violent and crush the remaining resistance.

Ten minutes ago, after clearing out the sentries on the ground and making some finishing blows, a company of more than 400 tall, strong, and iron-boned Cyclops giants rushed into the sewer. In the nearby blocks, a reinforced regiment was transferred from other forward bases to block other entrances and exits of the sewer and clear out any possible gathering points of survivors nearby. In the sky, there were also several reconnaissance and strike drones equipped with air-to-ground missiles, providing air support and close monitoring of the city, providing real-time data for the ground troops.

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