Su Rongsheng said no more. He waved a hand, and an officer immediately played a video. One Drone after another took off, but the moment each reached the airspace above Mashan City, contact was lost.
"We sent out seven Drones in all. Not one came back..."
That was almost a whole squadron. Tang Changsheng was a little taken aback. Only a country as wealthy as Great Chu could afford losses like that.
Drones were much cheaper than manned fighter jets, but that was no reason to waste them this way.
Tang Changsheng waved a hand. "Don't send any more Drones. However many you send, it won't help..."
He hesitated over whether to tell Su Rongsheng what he knew. But what if Su Rongsheng thought he was talking utter nonsense?
Su Rongsheng would not. His security clearance was high enough for him to access many classified files. He knew something about the many inexplicable things that existed in the world.
More importantly, Su Rongsheng knew quite a bit about Tang Changsheng. Someone had been sent specifically to brief him for this operation.
He was not the only one. The fleet's senior officers and staff had each been told certain things according to their clearance.
Now Su Rongsheng said, "Mr. Tang, there's no need to hold back. Whatever it is, just tell us."
Tang Changsheng nodded. "A band of brigands—I suspect they're Long-Haired Remnants—has set up a formation on Hemp Mountain called the Mysterious Yin Seven Fiends Heavenly Curtain Formation..."
At his first words, everyone's heart skipped a beat. Ordinary people might not know, but these senior officers knew all too well that anything involving the Long-Haired Remnants would be fiendishly difficult to handle.
Great Chu had spent more than a century suppressing the so-called Long-Haired Remnants, yet had never managed to