Don't panic, America; this is just civilian technology.

Syria, Deir ez-Zor province, Omar oil field.

Dozens of oil pumps and workers are working silently, and the huge oil storage tanks stand like giants among the sand dunes.

While Syrian National Army soldiers patrolled and guarded the area around the Omar oil field in the scorching heat.

Meanwhile, U.S. soldiers and officers, including officers of the Syrian National Army, were hiding in their barracks, embracing local Syrian girls and enjoying the air conditioning.

These girls are actually a tragic microcosm of the brutal war. Four consecutive years of war not only turned countless cities, roads, and factories into ruins.

It also caused the deaths of many young and middle-aged men in the war, resulting in a situation where there are more women than men in Syria and a serious gender imbalance.

Even more tragically, the war caused prices to soar, making it a luxury for people to even have enough to eat every day.

An egg costs 30 Chinese yuan, while the average monthly income of a local worker is only 700 Chinese yuan.

With prices so high, they naturally have no choice but to sell their bodies to earn money in order to feed themselves and their families.

The best targets for this kind of sex trafficking are actually American soldiers and officers, and even Syrian militia officers, since these people are very generous.

Especially for American soldiers and officers, the US dollar in their hands is hard currency, much more valuable than the worthless Syrian pound.

"Major Bud, how's this shipment? I've been preparing for Puppy for two days straight."

An officer with the rank of lieutenant colonel smiled and clinked glasses with Major Budd, the highest-ranking commander of the hundreds of American troops.

"Well done, this place is so boring."

Aside from the damn stench of crude oil, only women can keep us from being so bored.

As he spoke, Major Bard began to grope the woman wearing a black headscarf, checking her appearance beforehand.

Upon seeing this, Lieutenant Colonel Mahmoud laughed and then also began to examine the quality of the product.

However, the sudden, piercing alarm made their expressions freeze.

"boom!"

Hearing the explosion coming from afar, Lieutenant Colonel Mahmoud and Major Badr's expressions instantly turned even more grim.

Enemy forces are attacking the Omar oil field! Why didn't they receive the intelligence? Are those CIA guys all blind?!

"How many enemies are there? What units are they?!"

Lieutenant Colonel Mahmoud ran to the command center and calmly began to inquire.

Compared to American soldiers who are like pampered pampered soldiers, spending all their time in the camp and rarely going out to patrol or carry out missions.

Lieutenant Colonel Mahmoud, who was in charge of deployment, patrols, and even suppressing rioters, was quick to react.

"There was no one there. We don't know what it was. It was very fast, could jump, and killed several of us!"

Accompanied by a somewhat fearful voice, Lieutenant Colonel Mahmoud's face suddenly darkened.

These idiots don't even know how many enemies there are; they're incredibly stupid.

However, Major Bard immediately began calling for air support.

This is a common tactic used by the United States: regardless of the situation, they call in air support and bomb the enemy first.

However, at that moment, dozens of wildcat remote-controlled toy cars sped in through the blown-up iron fence.

"Tap! Tap! Tap..."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The deafening roar of explosions and the continuous gunfire, along with screams of terror, ignited a riot.

At this moment, whether it was American soldiers or Syrian militia soldiers.

They were all helpless against this small, incredibly fast, and bullet-dodging self-destructing vehicle.

Either you get killed or injured when it suddenly appears next to you and explodes, or you're lucky enough to hit a wildcat's remote-controlled toy car, only to be met with a shower of shrapnel from its self-destruction.

Meanwhile, some wildcat remote-controlled toy cars were responsible for drawing enemy fire and dragging the enemy to the camp.

The dozen or so Wildcat remote-controlled toy cars, each loaded with 1.5 kilograms of C4 plastic explosive, did not rush towards the soldiers and detonate.

Instead, they rushed towards the oil extraction equipment.

After all, the real purpose of this operation was to blow up the oil pumping unit and destroy the oil wellhead!

As for the results, all I can say is that they were surprisingly good.

A 1.5-kilogram C4 plastic bomb is enough to deform an oil pumping unit and completely destroy the wellhead.

In particular, the act of blowing up oil wellheads is the most damaging to oil fields.

The reason is that although the wellhead looks like just a casing that goes straight underground, it is not difficult to repair.

However, in reality, repairing oil wellheads is almost impossible.

The reason is that while surface oil pumps can be replaced, deformed and misaligned underground casings cannot be completely repaired.

Because the explosion and shock wave can not only cause the casing to deform and misalign, shattering the underground rock layer, but also cause high-pressure oil and gas to leak along the cracks, polluting the aquifer and the environment.

Even if the wellhead is abandoned and a new casing is drilled into the ground, high-pressure oil and gas will leak through the cracks.

Actual oil production is less than half of what it used to be, or even non-existent, so wellheads are extremely vulnerable to near-field explosions.

Of course, this applies to both the United States and the Syrian National Army at present.

What troubled them even more was the blowout that was occurring at the destroyed oil wellhead.

The high-pressure oil and gas ejected through the wellhead were ignited by the surrounding flames.

At this moment, a giant fire serpent was spewing upwards, its crimson flames illuminating half the sky.

The temperatures, reaching thousands of degrees Celsius, made it impossible for rescuers to get close.

Inside the command center, watching the scene unfold in the oilfield via surveillance cameras, Lieutenant Colonel Mahmoud and Major Badr's legs were trembling.

It doesn't matter if hundreds of American soldiers or even more than four hundred Syrian militia soldiers die here.

If these ordinary soldiers die, they die; we can just recruit new soldiers. There will never be a shortage of ordinary soldiers.

But looking at the destroyed oil pumping unit and wellhead, the two knew that everything was over.

After all, this is Syria's largest oil field, producing 30% of Syria's total oil output every month!

This place contributes $1350 million in profits to the United States every month, but now it's being rapidly destroyed!

"Stop them! Protect the oil extraction equipment and the wellheads at all costs!"

Lieutenant Colonel Mahmoud shouted angrily, his eyes blazing with fury.

The more pumping units and wells they destroy, the more severe the consequences and penalties they will face.

We must do everything in our power to stop those damn driverless vehicles from controlling toy cars and stop them from continuing to blow up oil pumps and wells!

But what about these wildcat remote-controlled toy cars that are small in size, can jump and bounce, and can reach a top speed of 120 kilometers per hour?

Despite the soldiers firing wildly and sparing no bullets, the effect was minimal.

Although they did successfully break a lot of wildcat remote control toy cars.

The problem is that if a Wildcat remote-controlled toy car carrying a C4 plastic bomb were to rush into the wellhead or pumping unit...

The final outcome was a deafening explosion!