I built an armada.

While he hesitated, the remaining warships in the carrier fleet began to maneuver.

Those ship captains all wanted to use the high speed of their warships to avoid being attacked by anti-ship missiles.

If viewed from above, one would certainly see that the air defense formation originally established by the Enterprise carrier fleet has been disrupted, with the carriers maneuvering at high speeds.

One second they were rescuing people and they were even carrying out an evasive retreat.

But now, they couldn't care less about saving people; all they wanted was to get away from their original positions as quickly as possible and try to avoid being locked on and hit by the incoming anti-ship missiles!
Even though every captain knew perfectly well that maneuvering at this point would be pointless, they still had to try, no matter what, when faced with imminent death.

If they allowed their warships to be hit, it would be no different from waiting to die, so naturally they wouldn't allow it!

In the main control room, the vice-captain had received the relevant messages from the other ships. His face was extremely grim. He slowly walked up to Captain Willis and reported with a heavy heart: "Captain, we just received messages from the other ships. Our morale has collapsed. The battles to come will likely be even more difficult!"

"okay, I get it."

Willis responded solemnly, his mood utterly terrible!

He even suspected that the Longxia Air Force had deliberately done that to demoralize their troops; otherwise, why would they have only one anti-ship missile? It was like a sharp sword that completely disrupted the entire carrier's formation!
"How hateful, how despicable, they're bastards!"

"If they have the guts, they should have a head-on confrontation with our carrier-based aircraft! This is disgusting! They're a bunch of despicable and shameless bastards!"

"By the way, reinforcements, where are our reinforcements? Why haven't they arrived yet? Headquarters hasn't given us any explanation. What exactly is going on?"

Willis broke down completely and immediately started yelling and cursing.

He has now discovered a huge problem: even at this critical moment of life and death, not a single reinforcement has arrived. The higher-ups promised three reinforcements, but not a single one has come.

"Reporting, Captain."

"A message came a minute ago that reinforcements are at least 6 minutes away. They will soon be within our radar detection range."

Just then, the communications soldier's voice suddenly rang out, breaking the noise.

"Fuck, it's taking this long? Don't they know that life and death are decided in a second on the battlefield? We're about to die, and they're only just arriving. What's the meaning of this?"

Willis cursed angrily, then abruptly changed the subject, "Well, having this news before I die is good news."

"Our situation won't be so bad once reinforcements arrive."

He was naturally unaware that the USS Condor had cancelled its plan to send reinforcements, which were the closest available reinforcements.

"Tell headquarters that we have been subjected to the most despicable attack by the Longxia Air Force. They have dealt a direct blow to our morale, and our morale is about to collapse."

Before the communications soldier could turn around, Willis added another sentence.

"Yes, Captain!"

After receiving the order, the communications soldier immediately made arrangements for the matter. They were already in an extremely dangerous situation and all actions had to be faster than usual.

Meanwhile, at the military base headquarters located in the Eastern Wilderness Tribe.

Inside the command building office, General Cruz was deep in thought, his mind racing, trying to figure out how to organize his thoughts and write this terrible battle report.

After such a long time, he figured the fighting on the front lines had ended, and now he should be summarizing the battle.

The only thing that pleased him was that the information Willis had previously provided had reassured him considerably, and he no longer needed to worry too much about the safety of the Enterprise carrier fleet.

To describe it directly would seem somewhat pale and fail to reflect his hard work and contributions in commanding and protecting the aircraft carrier fleet.

If he were to reveal the losses, the high-ranking officials in the command headquarters and the chieftain would probably be furious and might even want to drag him out and execute him!

Therefore, he had to embellish the content artistically.

He never imagined that one day he would have to do literary creation and artistic processing of battle reports like a liberal arts student. For a rough and uncouth military general like him, this was really quite difficult.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed through General Cruise's mind, and he finally had a plan.

Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly heard a communications soldier loudly report: "Reporting to the general, something has happened! Something has happened at the front!"

What? Something's happened at the front again?
General Cruz's brow twitched violently a few times, a very bad feeling spreading through his heart.

Could it be that the USS Enterprise carrier strike group at the front line, along with its carrier-based aircraft squadrons stranded in the air, have directly engaged in combat with the Longxia Air Force?

Or has reinforcements already arrived on the battlefield and then engaged in combat with the Longxia Air Force and Navy?
If that's the case, why am I feeling so bad?
"General, Captain Willis has sent us an urgent intelligence report: the Longxia Air Force has joined the battle and launched an anti-ship missile at the carrier fleet..."

After listening to the communications soldier's report, Cruz frowned deeply, his face filled with shock.

The Longxia Air Force actually lingered 150 kilometers away from the aircraft carrier fleet, without advancing, as if playing a game with them.

As their own carrier-based aircraft formation advanced, the Longxia air combat aircraft formation retreated; as they retreated, the enemy advanced, always maintaining a distance beyond the maximum range of their air-to-air missiles.

What's most infuriating is that the enemy also launched a single anti-ship missile—yes, just one. They could have easily wiped out the entire Enterprise carrier strike group, yet they only fired one. Even with just one missile, for the Enterprise carrier group, which had exhausted its anti-aircraft missiles, it was like a sharp sword, leaving them no chance to fight back. One missile was enough to take down a warship.

If one anti-ship missile can be exchanged for a destroyer or cruiser, the loss ratio is terrifyingly high!

They will definitely suffer huge losses; there's absolutely no suspense involved!

The result was predictable: the entire carrier fleet was thrown into chaos. Even though the communications officer hadn't reported it, he could imagine it without even having to guess.

He had previously risen through the ranks by leading troops from the grassroots.

General Koro said with surprise, "What is the Dragon Xia Air Force trying to do? They only launched one anti-ship missile. Do they think that's enough to destroy the Enterprise? They're really stingy to the extreme, not even willing to launch one more!"

In his view, the Longxia Air Force did this primarily to conserve ammunition.

In other words, the plan was to use only a few anti-ship missiles to completely annihilate the Enterprise carrier fleet.

If things were really as he imagined, he would probably vomit three liters of blood and die the moment he learned the truth!
Even a single Arleigh Burke-class destroyer costs two to three billion US dollars, while an anti-ship missile costs only a few million US dollars at most.

As a result, it was sunk by such an anti-ship missile, and it hit every time, with a complete one-to-one exchange ratio!

In other words, the Dragonsharks spent less than 20 million US dollars to destroy the remaining seven ships of the Enterprise carrier fleet, plus one damaged warship.

The disparity is so great that any commander would probably go crazy and jump up in frustration.

They are the strongest navy on Earth, yet they have suffered such an extremely humiliating loss, and there is nowhere for them to seek justice.

If word gets out, they will become the biggest laughing stock on Earth, and an indelible stain on the history of the Eagle Tribe!
People will say, "Your Eagle Tribe isn't that powerful. You routed the Kei Tribe, which had a million-strong army and an iron torrent, in less than a day. Why can't you handle the Longxia Tribe? You even got a missile for a warship. Only your Eagle Tribe can pull off such a deal so easily."

Just one sentence is enough to make them feel so ashamed and embarrassed!

"We absolutely cannot let those damned Dragon Xia Air Force succeed! They are shameless and have no sense of martial ethics whatsoever!" General Cruz roared through gritted teeth, his lungs practically about to burst with rage.

At this moment, he was almost consumed by rage; the situation was just too dire!

He had been racking his brains trying to make the battle report more appealing, but now that the aircraft carrier fleet had been wiped out, even if he wrote the battle report as a documentary and described it in the most flowery way, it probably wouldn't change the fact that he would be completely stripped of his title!
Meanwhile, General Kurilla at the Pacific Command headquarters in Honolulu, along with the Grand Chief and others at the Black Palace, were all anxiously awaiting the latest battle reports from the garrison base.

Based on the timeline, the battle at the front should have already concluded, so why haven't we received any new battle reports yet? This is making them very unhappy and anxious.

I was thinking of taking the initiative to contact the garrison base, but I was worried that the results at the front were too bad and that they might not be able to handle it. More importantly, I didn't want to affect the command and operation at the front, since the battlefield environment is constantly changing.

Therefore, even though they were getting impatient and frustrated, they did not take the initiative to contact General Cruz at the garrison base. Instead, they waited for him to contact them and report to them.

Ultimately, it all comes down to a glimmer of hope that they still hold onto. The longer there is no return, the better it might mean that the situation on the front lines is very good and that they have already turned the tide of battle.
A battle only becomes increasingly protracted when it reaches a stalemate or enters a counter-offensive phase. This also proves that the Enterprise carrier strike group is still fighting and has not been completely annihilated!
Just as the powerful figures of the Eagle Tribe were anxiously awaiting the latest battle report, the radar communications officer's voice suddenly rang out again in the main control room of the USS Enterprise.

"Captain, the anti-ship missile continues its advance, reaching Mach 3, and is 69 kilometers away from our ship!"

"Reporting to the captain, the distance has been further reduced, only 60 kilometers left."

"Reporting, Captain..."

Each report felt like the Grim Reaper announcing their impending doom, making every operator's heart leap into their throat.

Captain Willis's face grew darker and darker as he listened, but he was completely helpless and could only rage in impotence!
Regardless, the USS Enterprise is a 100,000-ton aircraft carrier. Even though it has been hit by so many anti-ship missiles and is riddled with holes, it has not sunk because of its massive size. Even if it were hit by another missile, it would still be able to float on the sea as long as it does not hit any vital parts.

In contrast, the situation was quite different for the destroyers and cruisers. The crews operating them were now as anxious and flustered as ants on a hot pan.

Their size is nothing compared to an aircraft carrier; a single anti-ship missile would sink them to the bottom of the sea, unlike Willis and his crew.

Thinking of the warships that had been sunk before, they felt that the next one was most likely to be them, not the USS Enterprise. At this moment, they all had a feeling of waiting for death to come, but there was nothing they could do.

Now, they can't do anything, because even if they did, it wouldn't make any difference. So almost every sailor on every warship is making the sign of the cross on their chest and muttering prayers, just to survive and for the anti-ship missiles not to hit their ship.

They all knew very well that the incoming anti-ship missile was very fast and that one of their warships was bound to be hit. But they were all praying that it wouldn't hit their own ships.

Just as these crew members were silently praying that their fellow sailors would die rather than them, the radar monitor's incredibly excited voice suddenly rang out again in the main control room of the USS Enterprise.

"Reporting, Captain! Reinforcements have finally arrived! They're 200 kilometers away!"

Willis thought it was bad news and was about to start cursing again when he suddenly realized that the communications soldier's report didn't seem to be bad news at all, and his whole body trembled.

"Fuck, our damn reinforcements have finally arrived!"

Willis grumbled unhappily, "They really kept us waiting for a while."

As long as reinforcements arrive, they will no longer be in danger of being wiped out. This is the only good news he has heard in a long time, and his mood improved significantly.

Given the current situation, no matter what efforts he made, one of his warships would be hit by that anti-ship missile, so he simply chose to give up and abandon the struggle.

Struggling is pointless, so what's the point of struggling? (End of Chapter)