Chapter 62: Let Me Show You What "Mechanized" Landing Really Means!

Robert stuck his head out of the trench, looking at the scene before him with a tremor of shock in his heart.

Weren't they fighting the great Eastern power?

Yet who could tell him what on earth these things before his eyes were?!

Across the sea, dense swarms of landing craft were racing toward the beach.

On the shore, some landing craft had already surged ashore.

However!

The ones disembarking from the landing craft were not soldiers at all, but rather...

Countless mechanical dogs!

Four-legged robotic hounds, retrofitted by the Chinese Academy of Sciences utilizing Grade-C technology from the Wandering Earth world, combined with neural robotic arms and AI technology.

They possessed an extremely advanced friend-or-foe identification system, capable of all-terrain advance with a top speed reaching fifty kilometers per hour.

Most crucially, they were equipped with a 5.8-millimeter assault rifle and mounted with two thermobaric warheads.

These were the ultimate trump cards for beachhead assaults and urban warfare!

In the past, beachhead landings and urban combat were essentially a meat grinder for the infantry.

But now, China's move was intended to send a message to the United States.

My friend, the times have changed!

Are you still using traditional beach-landing methods?

How utterly pathetic!

The hovercrafts landed on the beachhead, their cargo doors opening, and in an instant, a dense swarm of robotic hounds charged out from within.

Without the slightest hesitation, they went all out, launching an assault directly toward the trenches and fortifications.

"Fire! Quick, everybody out, start firing!"

Seeing this scene, Robert felt his soul nearly leave his body.

What the hell.

Are the higher-ups certain we are fighting the great Eastern power and not some aliens?

"Rat-tat-tat-tat!"

Snatching up his machine gun, Robert could no longer worry about anything else; shooting was the only right choice!

However, the next moment, an even more terrifying thing happened to him.

In his past impression, robotic dogs were slow-moving and stiff in their movements.

This time, they looked as though they had taken drugs.

Their speeds were so fast that he simply couldn't hit them!

Across the entire battlefield, it was a sea of black; every single robotic hound sprinted with the speed of a hunting dog, charging toward the defense line.

Braving the rain of bullets behind bulletproof specialized steel, they continuously pushed forward!

Buzz-buzz-buzz—

In the sky, the engine roar reminiscent of the Grimhead's howling sounded once more.

Griping his machine gun, Robert's face revealed boundless despair.

Those were the enemy's ground-attack aircraft!

Using robotic hounds for a beachhead assault meant there was no need whatsoever to worry about friendly fire; air-ground integration, just bomb everything and be done with it.

How was Robert supposed to defend against this?

Defend with his head?

Or trade the precious lives of soldiers for a robotic dog stamped off an assembly line in a matter of minutes?

"Boom!"

As a ground-attack missile struck the ground, Robert frantically yelled for his soldiers to dive quickly into the bomb shelter.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Outside the pit, artillery fire and missiles rained down.

Inside the pit, the earth shook and the mountains quivered, dust and sand flying everywhere.

"Help me! Help me!"

Inside the bomb shelter, a young lad had his leg pinned beneath a collapsed wooden beam.

He screamed and wailed in agony, venting the despair and confusion bottled up in his heart through this opportunity.

"FXXK, what on earth are we fighting?"

"We can't possibly win at this rate, ah, it hurts so much!!!"

Prompted by his desperate cries of pain, an atmosphere of despair immediately exploded within the bomb shelter.

Thinking of the densely packed robotic hounds advancing relentlessly outside, Robert, while desperately clutching his rifle to guard the entrance, felt an endless wave of terror wash over him.

He still remembered seeing the amphibious assault ships of the great Eastern power out on the sea.

With the enemy already ashore, coupled with the inexplicable failure of their radar and electronic equipment, he was certain their fleet was likely finished.

Therefore, they were truly nothing more than cornered beasts putting up a final struggle!

"Should we... should we surrender?"

Amidst the trembling cries of terror, Robert's voice gradually grew firm.

The enemy's combat power was an absolute suppression of their own.

Furthermore, they had zero naval support; defending a lonely island with no backup meant fighting was completely pointless!

As soon as these words left his mouth, a dead silence fell over the bomb shelter.

"Sur... surrender!"

"Agreed!"

Soldiers completely devoid of any remaining fighting spirit instantly raised both hands in agreement.

Thus, almost at the exact moment the robotic hounds charged into the trenches, a long wooden pole extended from the bomb shelter.

A piece of white cloth fluttered from the pole.

Robert raised both hands high, holding the white flag.

Leading his surrendering soldiers with their hands raised high, he stepped out of the bunker.

Right before them stood hundreds of robotic hounds.

Cold sweat instantly beaded on Robert's forehead—damn it, he had forgotten to consider whether these iron lumps recognized surrender!

To his relief, however, these iron contraptions did indeed recognize surrender.

The hundreds of robotic hounds merely aimed their cold gun barrels at them.

Then, they cleared a narrow pathway.

With his heart in his throat, Robert could only brace himself and lead his men out.

Time had advanced to December 28th.

Just three days had passed since the great Eastern power declared war on the three nations.

The battle results across various regions were nothing short of brilliant.

First was the main East Asian battlefield.

Japan was completely powerless to resist, and the Ryukyu Islands had been recaptured.

Second was South Korea.

Although North Korea's equipment was not the most advanced, the peninsula was only so large; without the help of the US military, the South Koreans were mere pushovers.

They had already been pushed back by a hundred li, losing over half their territory.

Next was the northern front, where Old Bear, taking advantage of the lack of attention, launched a direct counteroffensive, thrusting forward by a hundred li!

Belarus suddenly exerting its strength also caught the entire Western world completely off guard.

Because the United States had been beaten black and blue, and the great Eastern power had yet to make its stance fully known, the NATO nations didn't dare to make a single move, simply watching as Poland took a ferocious pounding.

Within three days, the advance was practically reaching Poland's capital!

Finally, there was the Middle East theater.

Without US warships, who in this region could still match the Axis of Resistance?!

Take that pushover the Six-Pointed Star, for instance.

The Axis of Resistance and the Pearl Party sent a force of one hundred thousand directly southward; Syrian militias and armed factions surged up the Golan Heights; and Yemeni forces launched frantic artillery barrages against the merchant vessels of the Six-Pointed Star and the United States.

This coordinated siege completely dumbfounded the Six-Pointed Star.

Even the wealthiest Saudi camels continuously expressed goodwill toward the great Eastern power.

In an instant, American influence seemed poised to be completely swept out of the Eurasian continent due to the surprise raid in the South China Sea!

The United States, a maritime power, hung outside the center of world civilization—the Eurasian continent—sucking the blood of the entire globe.

Yet once its navy was crippled, it would instantly be reduced to a lonely island!

Seemingly sensing this, the United States grew frantic.

On the 29th, the US issued a statement, the subtext of which was a nuclear threat against a certain Eastern power.

In response, the great Eastern power and Old Bear joined hands, directly intensifying the pace of their offensive.

What a joke; who didn't have nuclear bombs?

With your urbanization rate so high, you should be the ones terrified of a nuclear strike!

If you want to back down, use proper manners!

If you won't use proper manners and remain this arrogant and overbearing, we will beat you until you accept reality!

Realizing that nuclear threats were utterly useless, Fred had no choice but to simultaneously step up troop deployments to Western Europe while urgently conveying his willingness for peace talks.

After all, he wasn't truly foolish enough to start a nuclear war.

Good grief, the opposing side consisted of two nuclear superpowers.

What the hell were you fighting for?

You were meant to be beaten!

Fred still wanted to take a vacation in Hawaii next summer!