I built an armada.

The USS Enterprise is cruising about 190 kilometers behind the area where the Fukuno aircraft carrier fleet is located, with several ships around it providing escort missions.

Together, they form the Enterprise aircraft carrier battle group, which possesses super strong combat capability.

Chiaki Matsuda was full of resentment towards them. If the Enterprise aircraft carrier fleet had not slowed down silently, but had sailed at the agreed normal speed, the distance between the two fleets would have been only about 99 kilometers at most.

At this distance, once a fierce battle like the current one occurs, the Enterprise aircraft carrier can provide support quickly at the first time. Not only can it provide carrier-based aircraft support, but it can also conduct coordinated defense between ships.

It is no exaggeration to say that they can also retreat at full speed before the missiles arrive, and keep an angle with the Enterprise aircraft carrier fleet as much as possible, shorten the distance between each other, and strengthen the care, thereby increasing the probability of survival.

If the situation continues like this, their casualties would certainly not be as great as they are now.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world, and there will be no chance to start over. What happened has become history. They suffered a crushing defeat, and maybe they will be wiped out next.

The second round of anti-ship missiles came in greater numbers, exceeding one hundred, and they had lost nearly half of them.

"Damn Eagle Tribe, damn Enterprise aircraft carrier fleet, you are a bunch of bastards, what a shitty ally, you are just sending us to our deaths, bastards!"

Chiaki Matsuda kept cursing, and even used the dirtiest words in her mind to curse all the female ancestors of Captain Willis of the USS Enterprise.

That’s right, at this moment he had the urge to strangle Willis to death, and even wanted to blow his head off with one punch!

In the main control room of the USS Enterprise, Willis did not need Chiaki Matsuda to report the battle damage to him, because reconnaissance aircraft had already been dispatched to monitor the battlefield situation in real time.

Willis, sitting in the captain's chair, was drinking coffee with great enjoyment, looking extremely relaxed and contented.

At this time, the signalman urgently reported: "Captain, the combat effectiveness of the Fukuno aircraft carrier fleet of the Donghuang tribe has been reduced by nearly half. Next, they may..."

After listening to the signalman's situation report, Willis did not express his opinion immediately, but continued to drink his coffee as if he had not heard it.

Nearly half of the combat power had been lost. He knew very well that the Fukuno aircraft carrier fleet of the Donghuang tribe would not be able to survive the second round of saturation attacks by anti-ship missiles.

After finishing the coffee in the cup, Willis sighed softly, but his expression did not change much.

It is already very good that the Fukuno aircraft carrier fleet has been able to hold on until now. If it were completely wiped out, there would be no strength in the front to attract the firepower of the Longxia army.

In this case, his previous efforts to slow down the aircraft carrier fleet and push the Fukuno aircraft carrier fleet of the Donghuang tribe to the front to directly confront the Longxia Navy, while they took advantage from behind. Now it seems that the plan is about to fail.

He was filled with hatred, hating the Longxia Navy for being too cunning. Their fighting style was so sharp and varied that they could not grasp the pulse at all and could only deal with it exhaustedly. And the Fukuno aircraft carrier fleet was defeated so quickly that they did not even have the opportunity to step forward to help.

"Hou Lixie Te, the East Desert Sea Self-Defense Force is really a bunch of idiots, their fighting style is completely idiotic."

"They bought such advanced warships from our country, but they were unable to bring out the maximum performance of these warships. They couldn't even withstand the first wave of attacks from the Longxia Navy. Damn it!"

Despite the scolding, Willis started to think about his next response after calming down a little.

After the Fukuno aircraft carrier fleet was completely wiped out, there would be no cannon fodder for missiles, so they would face a war with the Longxia Navy directly. As for how to deploy more effectively, he had to come up with a foolproof plan.

While he was deep in thought, suddenly, the signalman reported in a panic: "It's bad, Captain, there's an accident at the front line."

Something happened on the front line?
What could have happened? Was the entire Fukuno aircraft carrier fleet destroyed? How could it have happened so quickly?

Before Willis could figure out what was going on, he heard the signalman report in great detail: "Captain, this is the last communication from Captain William Carter."

"What do you mean? The last time? Explain it to me clearly!"

Willis only felt the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitching violently a few times, and a strong sense of foreboding emerged in his heart.

"Captain, Captain William Carter has died in battle. His last communication was, 'Damn Longxia Navy, I'm going to fight you to death!'"

Willis's expression changed instantly: "Walter?"

He remembered clearly that just a minute or two ago, William Carter reported that he was on his way back to the aircraft carrier. How could he suddenly die in battle?
What happened to the Longxia Navy? What on earth did they do?
Suddenly, Willis reacted and his expression became extremely cold: That's right, it must be like this, the Longxia Navy carried out a final hunt for the seven returning carrier-based aircraft without missiles.

"Damn Longxia Navy, they definitely did it on purpose. They had no intention of letting any fighter plane escape. They are too cruel, they are simply demons!"

After figuring out the key point, Willis' eyes widened and he started to curse, "Fuck, they are a bunch of bastards, shameless, actually attacking a group of returning carrier-based aircraft without ammunition, why don't they just die?"

"Longxia Navy, I will never be on good terms with you. I will kill you all!"

Even if Willis had shouted his throat out, his curses would not be heard by any Longxia people, let alone the Second Combat Corps located hundreds of kilometers away. Captain Dong, who was in command, could not hear a word.

The Second Combat Corps, inside the control room of the 10,000-ton destroyer.

Glancing at the radar screen, which was already extremely clear, the radar monitor suppressed his inner ecstasy and reported very calmly: "Captain, the latest news, according to radar detection, all seven escaping carrier-based aircraft of the Eagle Tribe have been shot down. Please give your instructions, Captain!"

"Very good, you all did a good job and deserve praise." Captain Dong said with a smile.

At this moment, all enemy fighters participating in the second round of air combat were completely destroyed, which dealt a heavy blow to the Eagle Tribe Navy and greatly boosted the morale of the participating sailors!
The Eagle Tribe Navy was not an iron wall, and the myth of its invincibility was completely shattered. After this training, the soldiers finally overcame the hurdle in their hearts.

At this moment, the sailors' faces were filled with joyful smiles.

On the other side, seven fleeing carrier-based aircraft of the Eagle Tribe were also destroyed. This news also spread in the main control room of the Kitakaze. Naturally, the radar monitor reported it to Onodera Mai as soon as possible.

After learning the details, Onodera Mai's face was full of disbelief. It was obvious that it was completely beyond his understanding.

"Damn it! The Longxia Navy really has no intention of letting go of any fighter planes that participate in the battle! They are too cruel and ruthless. They are a group of executioners!"

"They are so bold that they dared to provoke the Eagle Tribe. Now they have completely angered the US military. There will definitely be more intense armed conflicts next." "The Longxia Navy is courting its own death. No one can save them!"

The 19 carrier-based aircraft that participated in the battle were all advanced fourth-generation aircraft. Not a single one was left. All of them were destroyed. When had the Eagle Tribe military ever suffered such a big loss? They had always been the ones who attacked the enemy, not the ones who were killed by the enemy.

Once the news gets to General Cruz, the commander of the Seventh Fleet at the garrison base, he will be furious and will flip the table and concentrate all his forces to declare war on Longxia.

Onodera Mai felt that as long as the US military was completely enraged, they would definitely send more military forces to launch an attack on the Longxia tribe.

From this perspective, the Longxia tribe will inevitably end in a miserable defeat, which is a victory for them!

"Humph, the matter is not over yet, everyone just wait and see the show."

Onodera Mai's eyes flashed with sinister malice, "Next, the Longxia tribe will have to bear the wrath of the Eagle tribe. We will just sit here and wait for the Longxia navy to be destroyed!"

As soon as the resentful words were finished, the signalman spoke up: "Captain, our Fukuno aircraft carrier fleet suffered considerable losses."

The signalman's tone was so sad that Onodera Mai was completely confused: "What did you say?"

He had clearly reported the situation in advance, and the aircraft carrier fleet should have been fully prepared, so how could it have suffered such a large loss? It was really confusing.

"Have you figured out the situation?" Mai Onodera stared at the communications soldier and asked loudly.

The signalman said expressionlessly, "Captain, this news is absolutely true. It was transmitted by the Fukuno."

Onodera Mai hurriedly asked, "Have the second batch of missiles arrived?"

The signalman said quickly: "We have arrived. The Fukuno is launching an air defense interception, but..."

Even if he didn't say what he said next, Onodera Mai had already understood it. The casualties in the first round were almost half, and there were more anti-ship missiles in the second round. The Fukuno aircraft carrier fleet was in great danger.

Mai Onodera opened his mouth, but no words came out for a long time. He didn't know what to say.

On the other side, in the underground combat command center of the Aleutian Islands Air Force Base.

Sitting in the chair, Hayashi Yaichiro's heart was about to jump out of his body, his eyes fixed on the radar screen in front of him.

Even though he had called back one third of the fighter jets, he did not dare to underestimate the enemy. He knew very well that once the incoming missiles hit the target, he would be dead!

Looking at the incoming missiles getting closer and closer on the radar display, Hayashi Yaichiro could clearly hear his heart pounding, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"General, the missile has entered the fighter's targeting range. Do you want to ask if we should open fire?"

As soon as the signalman finished speaking, Lin Yaichiro couldn't wait to shout loudly: "Fire, fire immediately!"

"Yes, General!"

After receiving the order to open fire, the seven fighter jets that flew back immediately intercepted the incoming ship-to-ground missiles from the air, naturally wanting to shoot them down as soon as possible.

Not only were the fighter jets firing, but the remaining air defense firepower on the base that had not been completely wiped out, that is, ground artillery fire and individual air defense missiles were also firing.

Obviously, the ground firepower air defense network can only be said to be disappointing. Compared with the previous one, the difference is more than ten times, which can be said to be completely negligible.

The sporadic individual anti-aircraft missiles that rose from the ground were more like roars expressing the unwillingness, helplessness and rage of the Eastern Wilderness soldiers, and could not affect the overall situation at all.

More than ten seconds passed in the blink of an eye, and the anti-aircraft missiles launched by the soldiers were directly thrown away by the incoming missiles, and the interception failed!

After receiving the order, the seven fighter jets immediately turned around and returned, but they were still more than 30 kilometers away from the air force base.

Therefore, if the air-to-air missile wants to intercept those ship-to-ground missiles in advance, it must be faster than that! Of course, there is another possibility, that is, the fighter is closer to the base.

However, neither of them was satisfied, so there was no suspense and the first round of interception ended in failure.

Watching the first round of air-to-air missiles launched by the Air Force explode in mid-air, with only two missiles shot down, this result made Hayashi Yaichiro feel like the sky was falling and his whole body was cold.

In this case, there are 7 more ground-attack missiles coming in, and they are coming very fast.

Even though there are a lot of missiles on the fighter jets now, they are of no use at all and people can only watch the missiles fly past and sigh.

Even if you want to intercept, it is too late.

Immediately afterwards, the ground-based individual air defense missile entered the collision zone with the remaining seven missiles.

However, there was no sound of explosion. Lin Yaichiro could only see the bright light of the incoming missile approaching them rapidly, and soon he heard the radar monitor shouting anxiously.

"Report to the General, the second round of interception failed. Six missiles broke through the interception network and are heading towards our base."

The missile was getting closer and closer, only three kilometers away from them, but its speed had soared to Mach 3.5, approaching at almost lightning speed!

"Anti-aircraft guns, fire quickly, fire now."

In fact, there were only a few anti-aircraft guns left, but Lin Yaichiro shouted anxiously.

In fact, he didn't need to issue a combat order at all. Under the cover of night, three anti-aircraft guns fired a series of bullets alone, forming a bright parabola in the night sky. (End of this chapter)