Chapter 30 The Eve of the Storm

Eastern Country, Lu Province, Baishui City, Li Family Toy Factory.

Li Jiajun had just sent the massive VIP beginner's tutorial package via an encrypted email to his Top Supporter.

After the successful transmission notification popped up, he leaned back in his boss chair, let out a long sigh of relief, his face beaming with satisfaction at his own attentive service.

He hummed a little tune, picked up the iced cola on his desk, took a big gulp, and his heart was filled with wonderful fantasies about the future.

'Sigh, doing business is sometimes just that simple,' a thought surfaced in his mind. 'The product itself is certainly important, but perfect after-sales service is the core competitiveness for retaining high-end clients.'

He could almost see how moved that artist brother far away overseas would be upon receiving this nanny-level tutorial video.

'With this illustrated, easy-to-understand, and incredibly thorough tutorial of mine, Big Brother will definitely be able to use this batch of Swarm Drones to put on a spectacular aerial light show. By then, won't the front page headlines of every art magazine feature the name of my Li Family Toy Factory?'

The more he thought about it, the happier he felt, and he could feel the corners of his mouth curling up unconsciously.

'A major international brand is just around the corner! By then, Lego, Bandai, they'll all have to step aside! I, Li Jiajun, will become the godfather of the world toy industry!'

Meanwhile, in a secret hangar in Middle East, thousands of miles away.

Hassan and his team of most elite drone pilots, along with all the core Commanders, were gathered in front of a huge, temporarily erected projection screen.

The atmosphere in the hangar was solemn and grave; everyone was holding their breath, as if waiting for the most important pre-battle mobilization.

Hassan operated the computer himself and opened the video file, which was several dozen gigabytes in size, that had just been downloaded from the encrypted email.

He cleared his throat and said to the group: "Gentlemen, this is a tutorial course specially made for us by our friend from the Eastern Country, that genius weapons manufacturer, that artist. Give me your undivided attention and study hard! This concerns whether we can push the power of this batch of weapons to its absolute limit!"

"Yes!" the soldiers replied in unison, their eyes burning as they stared at the screen.

Hassan clicked the play button.

However, the next second, the image that appeared on the screen left all the battle-hardened tough guys present collectively stunned.

There was no high-tech military CG as expected, nor was there any serious explanation of weapon parameters.

What appeared on the screen was a brightly colored, cute cartoon intro. A chubby cartoon bear, accompanied by incredibly cheerful, children's show-like background music, bounced out from the left side of the screen. It waved its little paws, did a spin, and then a line of colorful artistic text appeared in the center of the screen: "Factory Director Li Takes You to Play! Swarm Drone Beginner Training Camp!"

The hangar fell into a dead silence.

The soldiers looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion and bewilderment.

'What... is this?'

'Did we... click on the wrong file?'

The adjutant's mouth twitched violently. He leaned into Hassan's ear and whispered: "Leader, this art style... is it a bit... too lively?"

Hassan also stared blankly at the screen, momentarily speechless. He knew this friend from the Eastern Country had a bit of a quirky sense of humor, but he hadn't expected the other party to take it to such an extreme.

Just in this awkward atmosphere, the video content began.

A similarly cartoonish, bespectacled Q-version of Factory Director Li appeared on the screen, speaking in an incredibly cheerful and childlike voice: "Hello everyone, little friends! Welcome to Factory Director Li's Beginner Training Camp! Today, the first game we are going to learn is called Hide and Seek!"

As soon as the words fell, the screen image shifted, entering a 3D tactical simulation sandbox.

On the sandbox, a red model representing an enemy radar station was rotating and scanning, while hundreds of blue dots representing the Swarm Drones were trying to approach from all directions.

The soldiers hadn't even recovered from being called "little friends" when the demonstration on the screen left them completely dumbfounded.

They saw that among the hundreds of blue dots, a few dozen suddenly changed their flight patterns. They began to shuttle at high speed within the radar station's scanning range, following an extremely complex and erratic trajectory, while actively emitting strong simulated signals.

The enemy radar was instantly attracted by these false targets, and anti-aircraft fire was futilely poured into the empty area.

And under the cover of this chaos, the real main force of the Swarm Drones completely shut down their own signals. Like ghosts, utilizing the terrain and radar blind spots, they silently infiltrated the close-range kill zone of the radar station from various unexpected angles.

The whole process was like an exquisite piece of magic.

The atmosphere in the hangar instantly shifted from the previous awkwardness to a dead silence of shock.

Before they could digest this unbelievable electromagnetic deception tactic, the Q-version Factory Director Li on the screen spoke up cheerfully once again.

"Alright, the game of Hide and Seek is over! Now, let's play the second game—Roll Call! Little friends whose names are called, don't run around!"

The screen switched again.

This time, what appeared on the simulation sandbox was a complete model of an enemy armored brigade on the march. Tanks, armored vehicles, self-propelled artillery, everything was there—why did Li Jiajun's sandbox have these? Weren't they toys? For a real man like Li Jiajun, these were the toys he had loved since he was a child.

And the hundreds of Swarm Drones that had already infiltrated were, at this moment, as if having received a single command, instantly activated from their dormant state!

On the screen, dense paths of attack commands pointed simultaneously at every key node of that armored brigade from all directions, different altitudes, and different angles! Some attacked the top armor of the tanks, some attacked the communication command vehicles, and some dove straight for the anti-aircraft units!

This was a perfect, impeccable, saturation-style coordinated strike that could be written into any military textbook!

Seeing this scene, that elite officer who had studied abroad and been exposed to the most cutting-edge military theories could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart. He stood up abruptly from his seat, his body trembling violently due to excessive shock. He pointed at the screen and shouted in a voice that was almost a roar:

"This is not a toy tutorial! This is not a toy tutorial!"

His shout woke everyone from their stupor, and they all looked at him in unison.

The officer's eyes burst with fanatical light, and he shouted uncontrollably: "This is the art of war! What it gives us is not just a function, but an entire set of brand-new combat doctrines that we wouldn't even dare to dream of! Our equipment has hands and feet, and this tutorial gave it a brain and a soul!"

This sentence was like a bolt of lightning, striking the top of everyone's heads!

That's right!

This isn't teaching you how to use Swarm Drones.

This is teaching you how to win a war!

The soldiers looked at the little cartoon character on the screen who was still cheerfully introducing the next game, and their eyes changed completely.

That was no longer the look of watching a funny animation; it was the look of studying a bible of military strategy!

Their morale was instantly ignited at this moment, climbing to an unprecedented peak!

Hassan looked at the fanatical gazes of the soldiers around him, then looked at the little games demonstrated on the screen, each one more outrageous than the last, and he slowly clenched his fists.

He knew that the scales of victory in this war might truly tilt in his favor.

The storm is coming.