Yot had no doubt.
Even deathclaws, which struck terror into countless wastelanders, had to give a wide berth to the sweeping fire of quadruple-mounted 10mm autocannons.
However—
When a quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft gun faced "tens of thousands" of deathclaws, the positions of the two sides became completely reversed.
"Ahhh!!!"
The soldier crouching behind the anti-aircraft autocannon gripped the trigger tightly, pouring streams of orange-yellow tracers toward the foot of the mountain, trying to stop those beasts from charging up the hill.
Yet against the deathclaws surging in like a tide, the muzzle flashes were like candle flames flickering in the darkness.
As if they could vanish at any moment into the silent storm.
And that was indeed what happened—
The autocannon's roar did not even last two seconds before a drone folded in its wings and suddenly plunged from the sky.
Before the three soldiers guarding the anti-aircraft gun could react, the bursting blaze swallowed them and the gun whole.
The fireball blossomed across the high ground.
Watching the autocannon become a twisted mass of steel, the soldiers in the nearby trench froze, terror welling up from the depths of their hearts.
"What the hell is that?!" a squad leader screamed, swinging his gun barrel back and forth at the sky.
"Suicide drones!" Yot's eyes instantly bloodshot, and he bellowed, "Watch out for those buzzing things! Don't let them get near the anti-aircraft guns!"
The remaining three quadruple-mounted anti-aircraft guns began spraying fire into the sky, trying to shoot down the incoming drones.
But such disorderly, blind firing was obviously futile against drones being "immersively operated" by Intelligence-type players.
Before long, another two anti-aircraft guns were taken out, leaving only the last one on the entire high ground.
Just as Yot had no idea what to do, the centurion beside him,