The battlefield had perhaps always been the most sensitive to changes in eras and technology.
Especially in modern history, prewar predictions had an absurdly high error rate.
Only after the fighting began would people exclaim, "How did war turn into this?" "Isn't that just a toy? How could it possibly be used on a battlefield?"
For some time after a war, nations would thoroughly upgrade their technology, equipment, and even tactics. Massive military layoffs or sweeping reforms were, in the end, simply the transition of an "outdated" military structure into the New Era.
".Come and witness the New Era."
Dark clouds descended over Lu PingAn's head.
Killing was not a game, yet those drone-like toys had turned war into one.
Drone after drone locked onto the Fishmen camps and patrols.
Patch after patch of dark clouds found their assigned targets with clear division of labor.
Like a swarm of bees, they descended from the sky. The moment the lead queen bee activated its fire-control system and unleashed a simple, brutal barrage, at least a dozen AI sub-drones locked onto targets from other directions.
After a burst of silenced gunfire, all that remained on the ground was mangled flesh and blood.
When there were more targets, they automatically divided up their attack targets. And once their meager ammunition supply was exhausted, a simple, direct suicidal detonation could usually take one enemy down with them.
They were not powerful themselves. An ordinary Fishman warrior could easily shoot down several, but when the sky was filled with these things, how many Javelin Throws could you make before they came down?
There was no mercy, no need for identification. Any otherworldly race still present on the map automatically became a kill target.
Search, lock on, kill—cruel, efficient, and coldly effective killing machines. They made