Chapter 259: The First Step in Attacking the City: Psychological Warfare

The bionic reconnaissance drone quickly flapped its wings and flew to the height of the seventh floor.

The members of the special operations team did not directly fly the drone over. Instead, they circled around the roof a few times, observed the situation on the roof, and after confirming the positions of several sentries, they landed on the edge of the roof. on the decorative fence.

"There is only one communication class attached to the communication node on the top of the building."

"Is the defense force so small? I thought they would have an infantry squad responsible for security or something like that."

The temporary commander in charge of this group of operations raised his eyebrows in surprise. He originally thought there would be more imperial defenders here.

"Perhaps they are very confident in their perimeter defenses and believe that no one will be able to infiltrate, and the combat effectiveness of the communications squad alone can completely suppress citizens who intend to cause trouble?"

The drone operator shook his head, and then added uncertainly:

"Or is it a trap?"

"No, it's probably not a trap, but the empire's remaining soldiers are indeed not strong enough."

The temporary commander of the team called up a combat map on his tactical visor, which marked the deployment of the empire's front-line positions that had been detected in the past two days.

"The vast majority of the troops are deployed on the outer defense line. The remaining small number of troops also need to bear the defense of the enemy command and patrols within the city. Judging from the size of the remaining imperial troops estimated by the command, they are in this regard It’s really stretched.”

"Then should we try to capture this communication node?"

"We have to take it, but not today. We can't alert the enemy."

The temporary commander patted the drone operator on the shoulder and continued:

"We won't go up there today and just use the drone to implant it."

The operator nodded, then controlled the bionic drone to swoop and nimbly penetrate into the blind spot of the erected mast-type communication antenna.

Then, like a real bird, it jumped towards the terminal under the mast.

This exquisite bionic drone is also a new product of Atlas Industries. It is also one of the products that Deputy Director Orns planned to use when he changed jobs when he was at Mary Bay Industries.

This drone is specially assigned to the special operations team and is used for close reconnaissance in high-risk environments. It is basically difficult to be detected by the naked eye and optical reconnaissance equipment.

Even if it is seen by others, its extremely realistic appearance and ground movement method set up with reference to the characteristics of small birds can easily make others ignore it as a real bird.

At this time, members of the Imperial Army's communications squad were taking turns on duty.

Two soldiers were patrolling and chatting at the edge of the roof, while other soldiers in the communications squad were resting in small tents spread out on the roof.

Due to the high degree of automation of the communication node terminals, there is no need for anyone to be on hand at all times during normal operation.

Therefore, at around two o'clock in the morning, there were no other imperial soldiers near the terminal of this communication node.

This also allowed the drone of the special operations team to easily approach the terminal, and then find an empire's standard data interface among the dense cables.

Immediately afterwards, the drone's 'bird head' split into two pieces like the zombie dog in a certain Resident Evil movie, and a small connector stretched out.

As the drone completed physical access to this communication node, the Lilith clone hidden in the drone's internal data disk easily broke through the terminal's built-in firewall without causing any warning.

The drone that completed its mission quickly flew away. After recovering the drone, the special operations team quickly withdrew in the direction of the safe house.

Lilith's clone quickly completed control of this communication node and successfully sneaked into the empire's military intranet.

But she did not immediately launch a large-scale electronic warfare virus attack. Instead, she set up a regular message to all remaining members of the empire.

The scheduled dispatch time was ten past six, which was the time when the Imperial Royal Army got up for morning training.

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At six o'clock in the morning, Major Fisher, the commander of the 9th Expeditionary Division of the Royal Army of the Star Dragon Empire and the 127th Armored Regiment Battalion of the 58th Armored Brigade Combat Team, opened his eyes directly under the influence of the biological clock.

He was lying in the sleeping bag at the battalion headquarters. It took him five or six minutes to slowly get up from the sleeping bag.

This was something that would never have happened to him in the past when he had a very standardized schedule.

But the past few days of fighting had made most of the Imperial soldiers, including him, very mentally exhausted.

Especially since the coalition forces on the opposite side have recently begun to siege the city, they will set up high-power audio equipment to play loud music here from time to time, and after nightfall, they will also set up a row of searchlights or visible laser beams to shine on the Imperial Army's defensive positions. .

Although the Imperial defenders usually find ways to destroy these devices quickly, the coalition's speakers and searchlights seem to be inexhaustible.

The imperial army will destroy a batch, and a new batch will be replaced here every once in a while.

Although such harassment could not cause any actual harm to the defenders, it had an excellent effect on the mental torture of the soldiers.

Fisher had received reports more than once in the past two days from the officers below that his troops were war-weary.

And he also knew that similar situations had occurred not only in his own battalion-level unit, but also in battalion-level units across the entire defense line.

Although the headquarters has been asking them to find ways to appease the emotions of the good soldiers, and to send sufficient supplies and even alcoholic beverages to the front-line troops by searching the city as much as possible.

But Fisher knew that such an approach could only temporarily alleviate the war weariness of grassroots soldiers.

Even after a while, this sentiment will rebound even higher.

Major Fisher, whose mind was filled with these things, walked out of the camp after putting on the combat exoskeleton again.

At this moment, the time has come to six twenty.

I don’t know since when, the remaining soldiers of the empire have become more and more perfunctory in executing the schedule.

Originally, at 6:10, each unit should assemble on its own to start the day's training or prepare for combat.

But now, ten minutes after the scheduled time, the battalion headquarters of the 127th Armored Regiment Battalion still has a lifeless atmosphere.

The combat staff officers and guard soldiers walked out of their respective field tents in twos and threes. After seeing him, they only saluted feebly.

There was only one communications staff officer who walked over nervously.

"Sir, please look at your personal terminal."

Hearing the communications officer's words, Fisher raised his wrist suspiciously - he was not wearing a tactical mask at this time, so the information on the terminal was displayed on the flexible screen on the inside of his wrist.

"Unread messages? You mean this?"

"Yes, sir, you will know just by looking at it." The communications staff officer's voice was serious, and Fisher also clicked on the unread message under his gaze.

When he saw the first line of the unread message, his expression immediately changed, and he suddenly woke up from his sleepy state.

"A letter urging the surrender of the Imperial Invading Forces (remnants)"

This very ominous title made the battalion commander roughly guess what it was before he read the content.

He looked up at the communications staff officer and asked:

"Did you receive it too?"

"Sir, maybe I'm not the only one affected. Look at the others."

After saying that, the communications staff officer turned to look at the surrounding soldiers. Fisher followed his gaze and saw that most of the soldiers in the battalion were staring at their personal combat terminals at the moment.

A terrifying possibility flashed through Major Fisher's mind, since this news could be received by him and the people at the battalion headquarters at the same time.

Then it is very likely that the entire 2nd Armored Battalion, no, the entire 58th Armored Brigade Combat Team, and even all the imperial soldiers on the front will receive this message.

"It's over."

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"Viscount Drake, Baron Vincent, Baron Grant, and officers and soldiers of all levels of the Imperial Invading Army:

We are now at the end of our rope. Your 49th Armored Brigade Combat Team was completely wiped out on the night of the 15th, and the 54th Brigade trying to support the 49th Brigade also suffered heavy casualties in the battle.

Your troops scattered on the other two continents are also trapped by the coalition forces and are suffering orbital attacks every day. There is no hope for you to break out and get closer to them.

Do you want to break out? There are coalition troops on all sides, how can they break out?

In the past few days, under our layers of siege and heavy blows, your counterattack plan has gone bankrupt. You can only retreat to the city to guard a palm-sized position. You are still unable to rest normally under the interference of our army every day, and you are miserable. !

Commanders at all levels of the imperial invasion force, do you know that there are already many soldiers in your troops who do not want to fight?

As their commanders, you should sympathize with the mood of your subordinates, cherish their lives, find a way out for them as early as possible, and stop asking them to make unnecessary sacrifices.

Because of the partisanship between the various factions in the empire, you came all the way to this strange planet, sweated and bled, and even stayed on this planet forever. What can you gain?

That meager pension? Or is it an honor bestowed by the senile Emperor?

Let’s see the reality clearly!

Have you ever thought about whether your family will be better off in the turbulent empire after losing you as its pillar?

Your wife may remarry, and your children may call another man daddy. Do you want this to happen?

Finally, as the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, I suggest that you immediately order the entire army to lay down their weapons and stop resisting!

The coalition forces can guarantee the life safety of your senior generals and all officers and soldiers.

Only in this way is your only way to survive!

Think about it! If you think this is good, then do it. If you still want to fight, then fight again. You will eventually be dealt with.

Lubion 5 Allied Forces Command. "