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Chapter 749: That battle was very fierce, and the aircraft carrier was about to be captured again

Without any orders from anyone, the signalmen resumed communication with the Fukuno aircraft carrier fleet.

"This is the command center. Please respond if you hear me."

"This is the command center, I hear..."

The communications soldier called very patiently, but there was no movement in the communicator at all, and the radio waves seemed to be sent to outer space.

And three minutes ago.

Above the sea area related to the Donghuang tribe, there were only five lonely F5C carrier-based aircraft left on the deck of the Fukuno aircraft carrier fleet, and the ground crew were busy refueling and replenishing their ammunition.

Once an aircraft is ready, a tractor will immediately come and pull the carrier-based aircraft to the take-off area for launch.

At this moment, the entire deck was filled with a busy scene. The ground crew were busy refueling, loading bombs, and directing carrier-based aircraft to take off. In short, no one was idle.

But in the main control room, the scene was quite different.

Various instruments here are flashing lights of different colors, and the fans are spinning their blades desperately to take away the heat emitted by the machines, frantically cooling down the instruments.

Captain Chiaki Matsuda's expression was extremely gloomy, his eyes fixed on the anti-ship missiles that were being fired at him from outside the porthole. The number of them was increasing, and he could no longer see them all.

The number of incoming missiles was obviously much greater than before. The aircraft carrier fleet had already lost so many warships and the anti-aircraft ammunition was almost used up. There was no way to intercept this round.

Even if the fleet is fully staffed, so many anti-ship missiles will probably cause huge casualties, not to mention the current situation?
The atmosphere in the entire main control room became extremely gloomy and depressing, as if it was so thick that it could not be dissolved!
Just recently, the combat command was still frantically trying to contact them, but was suppressed by Chiaki Matsuda and was forbidden to reply to any messages.

All the crew members were busy dealing with the anti-ship missiles that were about to arrive, while the communications soldiers were busy contacting the warships of the fleet, continuously conveying Chiaki Matsuda's orders to the captains as quickly as possible, to cheer them up and enhance their fighting willpower and morale!
In addition, the communications corps had to continuously check with fighter jets in the air to see how much combat power they could deploy to the battlefield to reinforce the aircraft carrier fleet, so naturally they had no time to reply.

They are already on the verge of life and death, so how can they have the time to respond to inquiries from headquarters?
There was naturally another reason why Chiaki Matsuda did not reply, which was that he had not yet figured out how to respond to his superiors about the current situation and the huge losses.

Since I can't report it, I'll just pretend I didn't see it and choose to ignore it.

"Report to the Captain."

After figuring out the situation, the signalman hurriedly reported, "In addition to the five carrier-based aircraft on the aircraft carrier, there are 5 fighters at the air force base that can be deployed in the battle now, eight of which can be deployed in the next round of operations, but they are short of ammunition."

"In addition, the nine carrier-based aircraft from the Eagle Tribe that came to support us have all returned due to insufficient ammunition and fuel. In addition, two more carrier-based aircraft are on their way. They will arrive at the battlefield in about a minute and can provide reinforcements."

After listening to the report, Matsuda Chiaki's expression became even uglier, her brows were furrowed tightly, she didn't say a word, but she was worried in her heart.

The situation is now worse than before. There are only three frigates, three destroyers, and a handful of fighter jets left. Faced with the incoming super-saturation attack anti-ship missiles, he doesn't know what to use to intercept them.

No matter what kind of formation they changed or how they deployed their troops, they could no longer stop the danger of their destruction. The only thing they could do seemed to be to wait for death. He couldn't use his body to block the incoming missiles, could he?

This feeling is really bad, suffocating and irritating, but he can't change the status quo!
At this time, the radar monitor in charge of monitoring the battlefield suddenly reported: "Captain, the enemy missile is less than 89 kilometers away from our unit, and it is expected to arrive in one and a half minutes..."

What he had said was very clear and obvious. He couldn't say the next words, and he had no desire or motivation to continue.

Given their current environment and various objective conditions, their life and death can be determined in one and a half minutes.

As for whether they could survive by chance, neither Chiaki Matsuda nor the other ordinary soldiers had any confidence at all and could be said to be in a state of despair.

Even though they were clearly aware of this extremely terrible outcome, they still had to do what they were supposed to do and take out all the remaining anti-aircraft missiles and usable anti-aircraft weapons.

They never thought about lying down, eating and waiting to die, but to fulfill their duties as soldiers until the last moment of their lives!
Seeing that the captain had not issued any combat orders for a long time, the deputy captain decisively took over the command and asked: "Has the missile been locked?"

"Captain, everything that can be locked has been locked." The radar monitor responded hurriedly and truthfully.

In fact, he had already done everything he needed to do and was just waiting for the captain to give the order to open fire.

"Everyone on the ship, open fire!" the deputy captain gave the order decisively.

The radar monitor hurriedly responded: "Yes, Captain!"

The order was quickly transmitted to each combat unit, the remaining warships, and even the air fighter formations that were still able to participate in the battle.

All of a sudden, those missiles and artillery shells were fired crazily in the direction of the incoming missiles as if they were free.

After firing all the mounted missiles and the ammunition in the machine guns, the fighter jets quickly evacuated the battlefield and returned home, hovering over the distant sea, quietly waiting for the final results to appear.

The fleet of carrier-based aircraft that took off from the USS Fukuno were still making their last desperate struggle. After the battle, they rushed back to the landing deck in order to replenish their ammunition and take off for battle again.

Those carrier-based aircraft pilots wished they could break every second into a minute, wanting to use their own advantages as much as possible to help the aircraft carrier fleet intercept as many missiles as possible.

They have all realized that after this wave of attacks, the existence of the aircraft carrier fleet is a huge question mark.

The whistling of the incoming anti-ship missiles was getting closer and harsher, and the distance was getting closer and closer.

Whether it was the anti-aircraft missiles on the aircraft carrier or the warship, they took off from the ground, roared into the sky, and headed straight into the distance.

"boom!"

After dozens of seconds of silence, a loud explosion was finally heard in the distant sky, and then flames illuminated the night sky.

Then came the second and third explosions, and the flames were so bright that they seemed to completely light up the night sky in the distance. One after another, one after another, all the warships, including the aircraft carrier, were frantically firing all kinds of weapons and ammunition, using all that could be used for air defense.

The crew even carried out the individual anti-aircraft missiles that they had prepared on a daily basis, aimed at the incoming missiles from afar and pulled the trigger. The slender missiles shot out and quickly disappeared from sight.

The light of the explosion became brighter and brighter as time went by, and the fireball was getting closer and closer to them. It was obvious that the incoming anti-ship missile was approaching them continuously at a very high speed.

From the initial explosion that occurred at 38 kilometers to the current explosion that occurred at or kilometers, the distance has been shortened by more than half, and it is still getting closer.

The dazzling light produced by the explosion shone through the portholes, causing Chiaki Matsuda and others to squint their eyes involuntarily.

"The anti-aircraft missiles can still hold out for one more round."

"After this round, we can only rely on naval guns and close-in defense guns."

Even though Chiaki Matsuda didn't say anything, her mind was working at high speed, silently calculating the interception situation of her side.

However, even though there were still a lot of anti-aircraft missiles remaining, he could not see any possibility of survival of the aircraft carrier fleet. That's right, not even a little bit!

At this time, the radar monitor suddenly reported loudly: "Report, report to the captain, the interception failed, and the remaining dozens of missiles are approaching me rapidly."

"It is expected that the final collision with the anti-ship missile will take place in a few seconds."

Captain Chiaki Matsuda had already seen that the barrels of the close-in defense guns had turned red and were finally unable to spit out bullets. The incoming anti-ship missiles had broken through the last line of defense and were only inches away from them.

The deputy captain, who had been silent at the side, looked extremely pale. He walked over slowly and said in despair, "Captain, we can't stop them. We have no ammunition left."

"Damn it! If we had known the situation would be like this, why did we rush to declare war on the Longxia tribe? We should have tried our best to prevent the war from happening."

"It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world, and time can't go back for us. Everything is irreversible. We have ended up in a miserable defeat again this time."

"It's all the fault of those idiots in the cabinet. If they weren't so stupid, why would they push our Maritime Self-Defense Force into this abyss and go to war with the rising Longxia tribe?"

It was obvious that the deputy captain was full of complaints and dissatisfaction, as well as deep regret. It had come to the final moment of life and death, so he simply stopped pretending and began to criticize the cabinet leader and other people in power.

They seemed to have forgotten that before the war they were full of confidence and vowed to take revenge and completely wipe out the Longxia Navy.

Matsuda Chiaki smiled bitterly: "Mr. Mangzhu, if time could go back, wouldn't we as soldiers have to obey orders as our first duty? In the end, wouldn't we still have to participate in this war?"

"We just can't accept the result that the last bit of the Japanese Navy's incense was destroyed in our hands, hehe."

It can be said that his words were very sharp and pointed out the core of the problem. The deputy captain was slightly stunned and then an extremely bitter smile appeared on his face.

Even if time could go back to before the war, when he learned that the Eagle Tribe would send the Seventh Fleet to join the war and jointly fight with them to launch an attack on the Longxia Tribe, he would still actively prepare for war and be eager to try.

Just as Chiaki Matsuda said, he couldn't change anything at all.

Because the first thing he would think of was to take revenge and annihilate the Longxia tribe’s navy.

Second, no one would believe that the coalition forces of the two countries, which are so powerful, would actually lose. In any case, they would not believe that.

The third point is that they learned that the Longxia Navy had sent half of its troops to the Europa Sea area, which was the best time to cause trouble. If they missed it, they would not only regret it, but also be sinners!

Even if we take a step back and say that he learned the outcome of the battle and traveled back to before the war, I'm afraid he would commit seppuku and tell the head of the cabinet and other people in power that the Maritime Self-Defense Force would be wiped out in this battle.

The result would probably be that not only would no one believe him, but they would all think that he was insane, and they would probably dismiss him from his post, investigate him, and eventually send him to the guillotine, because many people would think that he was a traitor and a spy for the Longxia people!
His personal fate is probably not much better than dying in battle now. On the contrary, dying in battle is more glorious. At least it is not a cowardly seppuku.

After figuring out the key, the deputy captain was no longer speechless. Instead, he silently took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed one to Chiaki Matsuda, and then silently lit one for himself.

Chiaki Matsuda looked at the other person in great surprise and lit his cigarette. Soon he understood the meaning of the other person's action and did not stop the other person from lighting a cigarette for him.

Three kilometers away, another extremely violent explosion occurred. The shock wave swept over, even blowing the ship tottering as if it was about to collapse.

After the explosion, there was a whistling sound, which was very harsh, because a large number of missiles had broken through the last air defense interception firepower network and fired directly at the aircraft carrier.

The huge missile suddenly enlarged in the pupils of the two men and hit the hull with the force of thunder.

The two men seemed to be unaffected. They took a deep puff, and the fire on their cigarettes suddenly became extremely bright, as if it would illuminate the main control room.

This was the first time that Chiaki Matsuda smoked, and he started coughing violently because of the choking. But even so, he still took another big puff.

At the moment when the missile was about to hit the ship, he issued a final order: "Send a message to the headquarters and say: Long live the Great Eastern Wasteland Empire, long live the chieftain!"

"Yes, Captain."

The signalman quickly took action.

At this time, a deafening sound of gunfire was heard from the warship. It can be imagined that this was the last roar of the aircraft carrier.

The results of firing or not firing were actually already determined. The naval guns were simply unable to intercept so many fierce attacks from anti-ship missiles.

(End of this chapter)