I built an armada.

Even with fighter jets like these deployed, they still didn't use those ambushes. Aren't they crazy?
If they knew about the existence of these ambushes in advance, would they have been so reckless as to declare war on the Longxia tribe directly? Now, they were in a very passive position and suffered extremely heavy losses one after another!
The more Lin Yaichiro thought about it, the angrier he became. It could even be said that his rationality was being completely eroded, and many thoughts emerged in his mind.

"Could it be that the countries in the European Sea and the Longxia Navy are working together to lure us into an elaborate trap? Damn it!"

As soon as this idea came to his mind, he rejected it. After all, the countries in the European maritime circle belonged to the Ansas, who were not the same kind of people as the Longxia tribe, and they were also the younger brothers of the Eagle tribe.

Now the Eagle Tribe has dispatched troops to the East Continent waters and is actually fighting alongside them. Even if the countries in the European waters are very brave, they probably wouldn't dare to play tricks in front of their boss!

So the question is, why was this ambush prepared?

Even if Lin Yaichiro racked his brains, he couldn't figure out what kind of ambush the Longxia tribe had, and why they didn't use it before?
At this moment, the radar monitor suddenly shouted, his voice full of fear.

"Not good, report to the general, the radar has recently detected a target approaching, 165 kilometers south of our unit, it's a missile, the speed exceeds Mach 3, and there are more than six of them!"

After finishing the report in one breath, the radar monitor's eyes were once again focused on the radar screen, staring at the incoming missiles.

Upon hearing the news, Hayashi Yaichiro trembled all over. He no longer cared about whether the battle on the front line was lost. He was about to go to see God. Oh my god.

He arrived in front of the radar screen at almost the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

When his eyes fell on the screen, his pupils suddenly contracted violently and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Sure enough, a missile was approaching at an extremely fast speed.

From the initial 165 kilometers, it has been shortened to 160 kilometers, and it was only the time he was in a trance just now.

It exceeds Mach 3, which is 3 times the speed of sound. The speed of sound is 340 meters per second, which means it is at least 1020 meters per second. It is too fast.

The 165-kilometer journey would take just over 161 seconds, or about two and a half minutes, before the air force base where they were located would be attacked by this batch of incoming missiles.

After the previous round of damage, the current air defense capabilities of the air force base had no ability to intercept the more than six incoming missiles.

There is no way to repair or resupply those air defense equipment in a short period of time.

The only 21 remaining fighter jets had all gone to support the aircraft carrier fleet. This was an order he gave personally, so there was no way he could expect them to come back now.

In addition to these, the air force fighters coming from the East Wilderness Tribe and the carrier-based aircraft units of the Eagle Tribe will take at least 12 minutes to arrive at the battlefield.

Just two and a half minutes is too short in terms of time. The air defense force coming from the rear cannot be relied on at all!
After much calculation, they finally estimated that only the carrier-based aircraft taking off from their own aircraft carrier could reach the air force base in the shortest time.

But the problem arises again. It takes a long time for those carrier-based aircraft to make a round trip. The aircraft carrier is now in a difficult situation and it is impossible to provide them with any form of support!
Because this is an unsolvable dilemma. If the aircraft carrier fleet is saved, then the air force base will inevitably suffer heavy losses. If the air force base is saved, then the aircraft carrier fleet will certainly suffer heavy losses.

There is no third option!
The only way to save the other side is to give up one side, otherwise both sides may be lost. It is that simple, and also so cruel!
Lin Yaichiro felt like punching someone at this moment, and asked unwillingly, "How is the base's ground air defense force recovering now?"

That’s right, after much thought, he finally decided to save himself and get through it on his own.

However, the deputy commander responded helplessly: "Report to the general, I have strictly ordered the engineering team below to speed up the pace of emergency repairs, but our main focus at present is to restore the basic take-off and landing functions of the airport runway, so..."

He did not say what came next, because the base still lacked a large number of engineering and technical personnel who could repair air defense equipment. Without them, the base's air defense combat capability would be basically zero.

The engineers at the base can only guarantee basic combat needs. There is no way to restore the combat capability of the destroyed equipment. It is not like they need to return it to the factory for overhaul.

Besides, even if those equipments were returned to the factory, they would probably be scrapped in the end because they would be blown into a pile of scrap copper and iron and would have no value in restoring them for use.

"Hey!"

Lin Yaichiro covered his face with his hands and let out a long sigh.

The last hope is gone. It is really a dilemma. In order to save the air force base as much as possible, he can only make a last resort choice.

"Quick, notify the front-line air force and ask them to free up one-third of their fighter jets to support the military base! Quick!"

One third, exactly 7 fighters returned, leaving 14 F2C fighters to support the aircraft carrier fleet. The number should be barely enough. Even if it is not enough, there is no way. He can't just watch the base being completely destroyed.

There was really no other way, and he was very helpless. He scratched his head and came up with this solution.

Both the aircraft carrier fleet and the air force base are equally important, and no major losses can be tolerated on either side. Dispatching 7 fighters back to assist the base in air defense may help the base survive this disaster!

"Yes, General!"

The deputy commander immediately passed the relevant information.

After receiving the call, the 21 fighter jets immediately separated out 7 fighter jets and returned to the support base as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, the air battle was still going on, but it was a one-sided affair.

On one side are fighter jets, and on the other side are missiles. The missiles are chasing the fighter jets, and their speed is faster than that of the fighter jets. They can also perform high-overload movements, and their flexibility far exceeds that of the fighter jets.

Fighter jets were ruthlessly shot down by missiles in various ways. The grand scene was like the sky was dropping dumplings, but when they fell, there was almost no one without thick smoke or flames.

On the sea in the air combat zone, the soldiers of the Eastern Wilderness Navy on the two warships, Kitakaze and Toriumi, were all dumbfounded. Many of them even ran to the deck to watch, with fear in their eyes.

Under the cover of night, the falling fighter planes were dragging flames, falling towards the sea like meteors. The scene was truly spectacular, but they had no mood to appreciate it at all. Some of them looked as sad as if they had lost their parents!

Through the telescopes, they could also see that many pilots quickly parachuted out the moment they were hit, trying to save their lives.

Many more pilots were directly blown up in mid-air, leaving not even a bone residue. This was the cruelty of war. They took the initiative to provoke it, so they had to bear the consequences. Even those pilots who parachuted, the soldiers of the Eastern Desert Sea Self-Defense Force, knew very well that their fate was doomed to die sooner or later, because no one could help them.

After falling into the sea, what awaits them is the attack of sharks and other ferocious fish, and they are finally turned into a pile of bones.

On the deck, Mai Onodera's face was extremely pale, like a piece of white paper, and her heart was bleeding continuously, but she could do nothing and could not help the pilots at all. At this time, she could not help but look at the sea with a telescope. The dark sea water was rolling mercilessly, and the waves kept hitting the waves, making bursts of sounds like the roar of wild beasts, and the pilots who had crashed into the sea in the previous batch could not be seen on the sea.

It was estimated that those people were probably almost dead. Even if some of them were lucky enough, it was only to delay their death. After all, they had no life-saving equipment except life jackets.

"Captain, according to observations, at least 38 fighters have been lost."

At this moment, the radar monitor's voice suddenly rang out, full of helplessness and frustration.

"I know."

Onodera Mai responded expressionlessly, but her heart was not disturbed at all. After a moment, she asked, "What is the situation with the loss of Eagle Tribe's fighter planes?"

"Captain, the Eagle Tribe also suffered losses, but they were not significant."

After hearing this response, Onodera Mai felt a little more balanced. This was not beyond his expectations.

As long as the Eagle Tribe suffers losses, it will not be a unilateral loss of the East Wilderness Tribe like last time, but the losses are a bit large and heavy!

"Is the second round of dogfighting over?"

As soon as Onodera Mai finished asking, she seemed to feel something was wrong and quickly changed the subject, "No, has the third round of air battle already begun?"

In his opinion, so much time had passed, and the second round of air battle should be over by now.

The radar monitor reported truthfully.

"Captain, the second round of air combat has not yet ended, and some fighters are still fighting."

"Captain, the radar shows that the third batch of missiles is still some distance away from the battlefield, but they have all accelerated and their speed has exceeded Mach 3.5."

Hearing this, Onodera Mai showed an extremely sad smile on her face: "It is really like this, there is no way to save the situation."

That's right, he was already in despair. When the third batch of anti-aircraft missiles entered the battlefield, the countdown for the survival of the remaining fighters began.

But then, the radar monitor gave him extremely shocking news, which almost made him fall to the ground.

"Captain, according to the computer's comprehensive analysis of the flight paths of the missiles, the third batch of missiles does not seem to be targeting the fighters in the air."

Onodera Mai trembled all over, and in order to avoid falling, he hurriedly held the handle and asked hurriedly: "What did you say?"

"Captain, we have conducted three rounds of computer analysis and manual analysis, and the final results show that the missiles were not used to shoot down the planes, but, but..."

The radar inspector couldn't continue speaking as it was too horrifying.

"And what? Baka, it's already this time and you're still hesitating. Believe it or not, I'll shoot you to death!" Onodera Mai was immediately furious, staring at the other person with wide eyes, and immediately put her hand on her waist, ready to draw her gun and kill.

"It's our aircraft carrier fleet!"

The radar monitor quickly and truthfully stated the results of his inference.

"What? Where are your calculation results?" Onodera Mai panicked and hurried back to the main control room and came to the main console.

"Captain, please look."

The staff officer immediately pointed to the predicted curves that appeared on the display screen and said, "According to the computer's analysis and careful calculation, we can finally determine that this is the next movement trajectory of the third batch of missiles."

"Currently, based on the data obtained from radar monitoring, it has been confirmed."

Just by looking at the curve, Mai Onodera felt as if she was struck by lightning. Her whole body was shaking and her eyes were blurry.

The third batch of missiles turned out to be anti-ship missiles, which naturally could not target fighter jets. Instead, they rushed directly towards the aircraft carrier fleet at the rear, obviously intending to completely destroy the aircraft carrier.

"Why is this happening? What are they going to do? Bastards!"

Mai Onodera roared angrily, like an impotent and furious hyena, causing everyone in the control room to look at her sideways. Their eyes were very clear, which meant that they themselves didn't know the answer.

"Signage soldier, are you fucking dead? Hurry up and notify Chiaki Matsuda and tell him the situation!" Onodera Mai turned her head and finally fixed her eyes on the signalman and roared.

At this moment, everyone in the main control room was in a panic. They had been counting on the aircraft carrier fleet to send carrier-based aircraft to rescue them and rescue the Shura Field. It would be best if they could eliminate all the ambushes of the Longxia Navy.

But now, it is still a huge question whether the aircraft carrier fleet can survive this round of attacks. Don’t even dream of coming to their rescue. Who the hell can care about others when they can’t even protect themselves?

Now that disaster is imminent, can we all just run away?
The relevant information was quickly transmitted to the main control room of the aircraft carrier. When the communications soldier informed Chiaki Matsuda of the news, this guy was still thinking about how to escape, but now he was hit by a wake-up call!
The large wave of anti-ship missiles launched by the Longxia Navy earlier had already mobilized all the forces he could mobilize, but even so, the survival rate did not increase, and only hovered around 50%.

Even so, he was still panicking, and now a batch of anti-ship missiles were coming, and the number was more than a hundred. (End of this chapter)