The exchange of fire off the coast had completely surpassed the pirates' imagination. Even a diligent, studious pirate was still a pirate.
Abdi's mood rose and fell with the battle:
When he saw the electromagnetic cannon actually hit a destroyer, he was astonished and exhilarated.
But when he saw the American Military's remaining cruiser and three destroyers open fire, and the devastation caused by their shells and missiles was clear even without electronic equipment to help, he immediately realized how shallow his understanding of modern weapons was.
Once a cannon got big enough, it wasn't the kind of cannon he knew anymore.
But after his mood sank, it rose again: the drones suddenly opened fire, completely destroying several armed helicopters and transport planes in the sky, and he was instantly exhilarated!
But what happened the next second made him doubt himself again:
The effect of the Iron Soldiers and the ships' point-defense systems firing.
He knew those were bullets, one at a time, but they looked no different from lasers.
What kind of rate of fire could achieve that?
It was as if a barrage had torn the sky apart.
If the drones and electromagnetic cannons, with their slightly science-fiction feel, had given them hope, then the American Military's plentiful ammunition was a crushing display of industrial might.
Yes, the Atlas Group was sponsoring the Africa Union to defend ***, but its industrial capacity was terrible.
High technology could easily be drowned out by this endless rain of bullets.
Whoosh--
"Kick their balls in!"
A sound of air being ripped apart came from above. Abdi's helmet picked up something in the sky, something punching through the air.
A supersonic fighter!
This was something they absolutely had no way to deal with in this battle.
At the very start of the