I built an armada.

The guy who was shouting just now was stunned by the spit, and a lot of saliva was sprayed on his face.

"Fuck it! Can't you just keep quiet for a while? If anyone yells again, I'll shoot him to death!"

As if she had guessed what the others were thinking, after a brief pause, Mai Onodera added another sentence.

"Don't ask me what I'm going to do next. I don't fucking know. I don't fucking know either!"

"There is only one solution now. If anyone of you has the guts, blow up the Beifeng. This will prevent the headquarters from sending troops to rescue us. Then, the damn Longxia people will use them to trap our soldiers!"

At this point, Onodera Mai's fierce eyes swept over everyone, and her voice rose eight times: "Who of you has the courage? Do it!"

When they saw Onodera Mai's sharp eyes looking at them, the crew members subconsciously lowered their heads, fearing that they would be called out to carry out this horrific mission.

They don't even dare to commit seppuku, let alone ask them to blow up a destroyer carrying hundreds of people?
Even if the warship's weapons and ballistic missiles have been used up, the remaining fuel is enough for it to slowly return to the nearest port for rest.

But none of them had the courage!
Because no one has lived enough, and they are all very young, and they all want to go back to their wives and children and have a warm home. They haven’t enjoyed the world enough.

They all grew up under castration by the Eagle Tribe, and most of them were not indoctrinated with the spirit of Bushido. Even if they were, it was not so thorough.

Today, the two destroyers, Kitakaze and Toriumi, are like a lone sail on the sea, rising and falling with the waves, as if they could be overturned by a huge wave at any time, but they just can't sink.

They seemed to have absorbed all the good luck. No matter how big the waves were, they remained stable and showed no sign of sinking. On the contrary, no one was injured.

After a long period of dead silence, the deputy captain finally couldn't help but whispered, "Captain, since the results of the second round of air combat have come out, we still need to inform Colonel Chiaki Matsuda of the results, right?"

"No matter what, those were carrier-based aircraft that took off from the aircraft carrier. Now that they are all destroyed, the combat capability of the aircraft carrier will inevitably be greatly reduced..."

Hearing this, Onodera Mai let out a long sigh, and her mood became so bad that she could not recover.

He knows what the current situation of the aircraft carrier is. It can be said to be extremely tragic.

At present, their Fukuno aircraft carrier only has five carrier-based aircraft left to use, which were the ones that survived the first round of air combat. With the remaining strength, it can be comparable to the aircraft carrier of the Thousand Buddha Tribe, which can be said to be better than nothing.

There are only five carrier-based aircraft left. What else can they fight? They are just struggling to survive. There is no way to continue. According to the combat readiness, the Fukuno should go back to rest now!

How can the overall combat capability of the aircraft carrier fleet without carrier-based aircraft be stronger than that of the previous Aleutian Islands patrol fleet? It is simply not enough, not to mention that a batch of anti-ship missiles have passed by, which is probably a disaster.

It is precisely because of these factors that Mai Onodera is very distressed. She doesn't know what to do next and always feels that she is the one who deserves to die!
If we tell Chiaki Matsuda now that those carrier-based aircraft squadrons have been annihilated, I'm afraid he will just shoot himself, and perhaps he will be completely relieved.

If I don't tell the news, I'm afraid that important military intelligence will be lost. As soon as I return to the country, I will definitely be sent to a military court and receive the most severe trial, and I may even lose my head.

It was really hard to decide, but after some struggle, Onodera Mai finally made a decision. She weakly raised her hand and said, "Forget it, Vice Captain, you should report the situation here to Colonel Chiaki Matsuda in person."

"Yes, Captain."

The deputy captain immediately took the order and turned around to implement the matter.

He knew very well that asking the communications soldiers to do this would not be so convincing, and perhaps he could even comfort Chiaki Matsuda during the call.

At the same time, above the waters of the Donghuang tribe, in the main control room of the Fukuno aircraft carrier.

Because the second round of air combat occurred too suddenly and the two rounds of incoming missiles were too dense, the carrier-based aircraft had no time to report and the pilots were busy dealing with the air combat scene, so Chiaki Matsuda is still unclear about the situation.

If he had known, he would have been so angry that he would have vomited three liters of blood and had a heart attack. He might even have died. How could he be alive?

Suddenly, the radar monitor shouted loudly: "Captain, the enemy missile is only 79 kilometers away from us!"

Chiaki Matsuda was surprised and asked, "Only 79 kilometers?"

I have been busy contacting various departments and making intensive arrangements, and time has passed quietly.

"Our fighter planes, where are the fighter planes?" Chiaki Matsuda shouted subconsciously.

The radar monitor hurriedly reported.

"Captain, the fighter jets at the air force base are still 49 kilometers away from us."

"Report to the captain, the Eagle Tribe's Fifth Combat Squadron has arrived in the fleet airspace and is ready to provide support to our ship at any time!"

"Captain, there are two more carrier-based aircraft from the Eagle Tribe, and they are still..."

Captain Chiaki Matsuda, who was sitting in front of the main control console, stared at the radar display and immediately made careful calculations in his mind. He felt that the forces providing support would be able to catch up.

In addition, we have to take into account the five carrier-based aircraft taking off from the aircraft carrier and the reconnaissance aircraft equipped with bombs, so there is still a good chance of winning. He feels that he can definitely withstand this wave of missile attacks.

After receiving a positive answer, Chiaki Matsuda was quite complacent and felt that he could basically rest easy. In a relaxed mood, he looked out of the porthole with a telescope.

I saw in the depths of the deep night sky, tiny dots of fire constantly emerging.

Chiaki Matsuda knew very well that it was a large number of anti-ship missiles launched by the Longxia Navy Fleet, which were rushing towards them at a speed of more than Mach 3.

Taking a deep breath, Matsuda Chiaki decisively ordered: "All units enter the first level of combat readiness, lock the radar on the incoming target, and launch a counterattack!"

"All ships, concentrate your firepower to fight against the incoming anti-ship missiles. We must intercept them all and not let them break through our air defense network." "Inform the Eagle Tribe air formation and our fighter jets that they can launch a counterattack and intercept as many of them as possible!"

The deputy captain immediately accepted the order and said, "Yes, Captain!"

The combat order was quickly issued to all participating units, including 11 warships including frigates and missile destroyers, and even the short-range air defense system on the aircraft carrier was put into combat readiness and fully prepared for interception.

In an instant, the escort ships in the fleet opened their air defense firepower at full capacity, and anti-aircraft missiles poured out and shot towards the incoming anti-ship missiles.

Although they have learned that there is a larger wave of missiles on the way, if they can withstand this wave of attacks, they don't have to worry about the next wave, because they will no longer exist in the next wave.

This is the cruel reality, this is war. You may be alive and kicking one second, and dead the next!

Therefore, none of them dared to be careless and all of them fired at full capacity. The soldiers at every post were highly focused and in an extremely tense state.

As for the fighter jets in the sky, from the moment they receive the combat order, as long as the missiles enter the range of the fighter radar, the pilots will press the missile launch button without hesitation and launch air-to-air missiles for long-range interception.

In an instant, in the pitch-black night, flames were lit, extinguished, and lit again, one after another, making it very lively. There were also bursts of explosions that suddenly sounded, like oversized fireworks being set off.

The scene was so shocking, but everyone didn't have the time to appreciate it. They heard the signalman shouting anxiously: "Captain, there's an accident! There's an accident at the front!"

Something happened on the front line?
Seeing the signalman's panicked expression, Matsuda Chiaki's heart suddenly trembled and her face changed.

Although he had a bad feeling in his heart, he still held on to a glimmer of hope and asked tentatively, "What's the news? Good news? Or bad news?"

The signalman had no way to answer such a question. His lips moved several times, and the next second his eyes became red, and tears flowed out: "Captain, all, all the troops were wiped out. None of the carrier-based aircraft we sent to the front line came back."

"They were all shot down, not a single one was left, wuwuwu..."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a deathly silence in the control room.

Almost everyone had an expression of disbelief on their face, staring at the signalman, trying to confirm whether he was joking with them. How could the entire army be wiped out in an instant?

Chiaki Matsuda felt as if she had been hit on the head with a stick, her eyes were full of stars and her mind was blank and buzzing.

The entire army was wiped out, it was an unprecedented defeat, not a single fighter was left. Isn't that too tragic?

This is totally different from what he imagined. Did he get the script wrong? How could this happen? It's obviously different. Isn't it worse than the Haruna-class aircraft carrier fleet?

After all, the Haruna-class did not have time to launch all of its fighter jets before it was suddenly attacked by the Longxia Navy, and was caught off guard and ultimately defeated.

This time, all the carrier-based aircraft that could take off took off, which means they had a strong air force, but the result was even more tragic.

"Are you sure?"

Chiaki Matsuda's Adam's apple moved back and forth several times, and finally she asked with great difficulty.

The signalman nodded and said, "Report, this is what the deputy captain of the Beifeng said personally. He also asked the captain not to be overly sad, to put the overall situation first, and to prepare for a counterattack."

"The final victory will definitely belong to us!"

It would have been better if he hadn't said the last words. After he said them, Matsuda Chiaki suddenly felt the blood in his body surging, and soon his mouth felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Captain, what's wrong with you?"

The deputy captain was startled and subconsciously rushed over to support Matsuda Chiaki, then hurriedly shouted, "Military doctor, military doctor..."

For a moment, the main control room of the Fukuno aircraft carrier was in chaos.

The captain was so angry that he vomited blood. How could they continue to play next? Moreover, all the carrier-based aircraft that had gone to support were wiped out, which meant that the aircraft carrier was almost naked.

The backbone was so angry that he vomited blood, so the rest of the people were naturally even more panicked, and became flustered like a pile of loose sand. Next, wouldn't they be hit by the incoming anti-ship missiles and buried with them?
Fortunately, under the careful care of the military doctor, Chiaki Matsuda felt much better after taking the medicine. She finally stopped vomiting blood, and her mouth was cleaned up.

Seeing the pale and haggard face of Chiaki Matsuda, the deputy captain was extremely moved. With the captain's mental quality, how could they fight the next battle? How could they lead them to victory?
The other party was a top student who graduated from the West Point Military Academy of the Eagle Tribe. He had worked in the military for more than ten years and had even served as the captain of a destroyer. Now it seems that he is just so-so.

There was no point in the deputy captain complaining in his mind. They were now in a state of war, and changing generals in the middle of a battle was a big taboo in military strategy. Besides, it was impossible for the top brass to dismiss Chiaki Matsuda on the spot.

In other words, he was just complaining and didn't really intend to kick Chiaki Matsuda out of the position of captain.

After taking a deep breath, the deputy captain said very seriously: "Captain, the deputy captain of the Beifeng can adopt the suggestion. The carrier-based aircraft units fighting on the front line have already failed, and this battle has not been fought yet. The current battle situation is the most important."

Having said that, the deputy captain looked around and found that many people were staring at this side.

"Captain, they are all still watching, hoping that you can lead them to survive and achieve final victory."

Hearing this, Chiaki Matsuda glanced around and saw that everyone was really staring at him, their eyes full of hope for life and earnest hope for him, which immediately made him feel warm in his heart, and even his anger subsided a lot.

After taking a sip of boiled water, Matsuda Chiaki stood up from his chair, looked at everyone eagerly and said, "You are right. We still have a chance. We can continue to fight."

The deputy captain and others rushed forward to support Matsuda Chiaki, making sure he could stand up on his own. (End of this chapter)