On the other side, Super Earth has already started their live streaming on Horizon Voice.

It's still the same old face of my good brother, a bit chubby and silly, with a background that seems to be inside an infantry fighting vehicle, shaking and swaying, the road conditions don't look promising.

"OK, it's six o'clock, brothers, I'm live again, but today it's not a food live stream, it's a battlefield live stream.

Today, our client Military Technology specially sent over a batch of their frontline equipment for us to try out, so we're coming out to show you all."

The drones are controlled by Sky Net, which will try to adjust the camera angle to prevent exposing position information.

The players know that almost nine out of ten viewers include people from the European Community or even Cuban cartels, but this is an open secret that doesn't need to be concealed. In fact, it could be used to deceive the opponent by broadcasting false intelligence.

[6666, the sky is almost dark, where's the streamer heading today?]

[Military Science? Client? Is this an ad shoot now? How much did you spend on this equipment?]

My good brother showed off the rifle in his hand with pride.

"Not a dime spent, they were all given for free, and we're even getting ad fees."

[MB! Why doesn't anyone ask us to shoot ads? Damn it! Caldeia ad slots for rent!]

"That's because your people lack business vision, unlike my big guy."

My good brother was casually chatting with the bullet screen, not worried about the electromagnetic signals being exposed because it was using Black Wall system data, with no electromagnetic signals being emitted.

Meanwhile, the military committee on the side of the European Community was also keeping an eye on this live stream to intercept any useful military intelligence.

In their view, live streaming a battlefield is purely asking for death. If the enemy's intelligence department identifies the location, artillery shells will rain down on them. If there's any strategic value, it'll be missiles instead of shells.

"It's them, Super Earth, using Military Science weapons for ads. It seems the analysis department was right, they're going for a feint."

Using brand-new weapons, and that too as part of a Military Science advertising deal, doesn't seem like they are preparing for a tough battle.

Most likely, they will just fire a few shots to attract attention, and also to accommodate the Military Science folks.

"Hehe, advertising in such a place, hope those military tech people don't regret it."

Of course, sitting at the table, the European officers, department analysts, and leaders simultaneously thought of the same thing — to take advantage of this opportunity to short-sell Military Technology stocks, and then make a huge profit after a defeat.

In this world driven by money, not earning money when you can is idiotic. Any potential cash cow will quickly attract greedy mouths.

In the picture, the troop transport suddenly shook, then stopped.

"Alright, we're here."

My good brother opened the troop transport door and jumped out first, followed by a dozen commandos. Based on the space they took up fully armed, this vehicle was a true sardine can.

But what really caught the audience's attention wasn't the Military Science equipment on these commandos, but the machines unveiled from the following troop transports and the hovering Predator drones overhead.

[Streamer, streamer, what is that flying up there?]

[A drone, dumbass, don't you even recognize that?]

[I know it's a drone, genius, I asked which company made it, never seen this model before, idiot!]

[The dog is barking!]

[Shut your mouth!]

"This is a military drone produced by our company. You can check out the detailed specs on our Horizon Corporation website. All I can tell you is, this thing is badass, even cooler than Huang Ban's Octant. I'll turn the camera angle in a moment and you'll see."

My good brother was talking to the camera, when a commando suddenly approached and said,

"Report, the troops are assembled."

Communication among players doesn't actually require opening their mouths. No matter how far apart they are, they can send audio or even video through internal channels without affecting combat. This was purely for show in front of the camera.

[Dungshovel: According to reconnaissance, the enemy's outer perimeter is only five kilometers from the forest. The Mongolian Toplaner's artillery has arrived in position and is setting up howitzers, ready to fire upon receiving coordinates.]

[Good Brother: O Audit... no... Sky Net! Activate!]

Ordinary viewers in the live stream room soon witnessed a scene that they would not forget through the night.

The previous screen was narrow, mostly showing good brother's big face, with very limited visibility of other things, so they had no idea how many drones were present.

At this moment, as Sky Net adjusted the camera to look upward, under the last rays of the setting sun, a huge flock of Predators and FPV drones flew forward like a flurry of birds, densely covering the sky, almost blotting it out.

For this offensive, Super Earth prepared over sixty Predator drones and nearly a thousand small drones. If the jamming radar hadn't been taken out and confirmed there wasn't a second unit, this force would have been significantly weakened.

The ground units weren't small in number either, with hundreds of transport platforms equipped with rifles activated by commandos. The small screens lit up with lively face emoji expressions, and there was even a hashtag symbol.

This scene made not only the European officers who had just spent money to short-sell Military Technology panic, but also made the Military Science officers watching the 'big feast' from behind spew out water.

"How can there be so many? How much computing power did they invest in this? Is it really necessary?"

"For such a large-scale unmanned equipment cluster operation, a few hackers wouldn't be able to handle this many. AI definitely must have been used."