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Chapter 35 Commander, I kneel down to you

Joseph Adam picked up the coffee in his hand, took a sip, and said calmly: "Immediately turn on the active radar to determine the model and number of all the incoming firecrackers."

After seeing the commander's reaction, everyone on the flagship bridge calmed down.

When it was confirmed that there were only more than fifty firecrackers, and they were all old models from the 1970s and 1980s produced by the Russian government, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

On the Blue Planet, no one would question the power of weapons produced by the Russian Bear, but times have changed!
After all, the grass on the Russian bear’s grave has changed dozens of times.

Without maintenance and updates from manufacturers, those old models of firecrackers are indeed not much of a threat to the United States at present.

"Don't worry, George. I told you that those slipper soldiers don't have any decent weapons in their hands."

"Sergeant Major, you are responsible for electronic countermeasures. Turn on the electromagnetic interference and launch backup missiles at the same time to intercept the firecrackers that are not interfered with."

After giving the order, Joseph Adam continued to sip the coffee in his hand.

Fleet First Mate George watched as missiles were continuously launched from the destroyer, accurately intercepting the incoming firecrackers.

He still felt a little pain in his heart.

It’s a loss, it’s really a huge loss!

The cost price of one of those old firecrackers is at most over 100,000 US dollars, or even cheaper.

However, the lowest price for a single interceptor missile launched from its own destroyers is over four million U.S. dollars.

Moreover, I heard that the damn military-industrial complex is planning to jointly pressure Congress to raise prices!
Damn it! If the United States hangs out with those bugs, it will sooner or later be pulled down from the altar. Who can afford this war of attrition?

Joseph Adam looked at the interceptor missiles being launched one by one. He put down the coffee in his hand and shrugged indifferently.

These interceptor missiles are all my political achievements!
As for how much military expenditure it will cost to replenish ammunition, that is the business of the U.S. Congress. Why not spend public money to improve one's own political achievements?
Is the American public's money called money?
"George, relax. I've told you it's not a big deal."

"As for those slipper soldiers, what good things can they come up with? They are nothing more than some backward firecrackers and smuggled drones."

"They are all backward things. You have to believe in our destroyers, they are invincible..." Joseph Adam swallowed his words halfway through.

Damn it, when it comes to destroyer combat power, the Burke-class is indeed a whole generation behind the 055!
Damn it!

What on earth are those bugs in the US Navy researching all day long? How come they were surpassed by others in just a few decades?

Joseph Adam couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in his liver when he recalled that a Blade Sea 005 was chasing after the aircraft carrier fleet he was on.

"Don't worry, George. We just can't beat the rabbits. We can still easily control the Middle East!"

George, the fleet's first mate, felt somewhat uneasy as he watched the firecrackers coming in continuously.

Too many, really too many!
What is Hussein doing? So far, more than 200 firecrackers have been launched!

So most of them were interfered with, lost their targets, and fell into the sea, but the entire fleet still fired 48 interceptor missiles.

After all, most of these are produced by Russia, so their power can be absolutely guaranteed.

I can't afford to gamble, I really can't. In order to ensure absolute safety, I have no choice but to hold my nose and do this losing business.

Otherwise, if the other party hits a wrong target, the loss will be even greater. You know, the Burke-class destroyer currently costs more than 3 billion US dollars!
There are only 22 anti-aircraft missiles on a Burke-class destroyer, and the entire fleet has only 66 anti-aircraft missiles in total.

So there are still Sea Sparrows, Phalanx and anti-aircraft machine guns as the last barrier, but after all, the entire fleet is currently losing its most important means of air defense.

Malik, deputy commander of the Hussein Twin Scorpion Force, is currently in the radar room, paying attention to the battle situation.

When I saw all the firecrackers were intercepted, I couldn't hold it in any longer.

He looked at the commander who was discussing the battle plan with a resentful look on his face, slammed the table, and questioned: "Sarah, we spent a lot of money to build this army, why don't you let us attack?"

"You went to attend the combat meeting, and now everyone else has attended, why are you leaving us alone?" "What are you afraid of? Why don't you dare to fight the commander?"

Saraa looked at the adjutant with a resentful look on his face, helpless, and forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart.

Intelligence work in the Middle East has always been poor, and the content of combat meetings must never be leaked unless it is an emergency.

Otherwise, if the US fleet runs away, all our efforts will be in vain!
Soon, the fighter planes arrived.

Hussein personally called the Double-Tailed Scorpion Force.

Malik took the lead and answered the phone, but before he could open his mouth, someone interrupted him.

"Malik, are you swearing again?"

"Commander, absolutely not!"

"Stop talking nonsense, you are our last trump card, now is the time for you to take action!"

"Two hundred twin-tailed scorpions, eight hundred airdrop pods, all launched into the air and fired simultaneously, will definitely be enough to give the U.S. fleet a hard time!"

"Today, let them know how powerful we are. If we fail to achieve results, you, Asara and I will share the responsibility!" Hussein said.

Malik, who had a hot temper, was stunned. He chuckled and said, "Commander, just watch!"

"I can't say anything else, but our drones are definitely no worse than their firecrackers!"

"Thank you, Commander. I kneel down to you!"

"Don't waste time here. There is a proverb in the Middle East: Opportunities are rare. Don't hesitate, otherwise Allah will not forgive you!" Hussein sighed after hanging up the phone.

Two hundred pre-prepared twin-tailed scorpion drones took off quickly in a dense formation, walking like an elephant.

Then we arrived at the airspace where the US fleet was located.

When two hundred twin-tailed scorpion drones appeared, the radars of the entire fleet were covered with light spots.

All radars began to work overloaded, and the alarm bells on the warship shocked everyone.

"Command center, the other side has dispatched two hundred large drones of unknown model!"

"These drones are currently flying towards my fleet at a rapid speed. What should I do with them?"

Joseph Adam was stunned and muttered to himself: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Two hundred large drones. There is no other company in the Middle East except us!"

"Immediately determine the current drone model and contact the headquarters to ask if this is a misunderstanding!"

"Commander, this is not a misunderstanding, this is not a misunderstanding, the other party has launched a firecracker!"

"Eight hundred rounds, a super-saturation attack, a full eight hundred rounds!" the radar soldier on the warship shouted.

With this sound, everyone's heart instantly chilled eight degrees.

"Immediately turn on the radar jammer, launch the interceptor missiles, turn on the Sparrow Array, empty the dense formation system, empty the machine guns and fire at full force!"

"Everyone, prepare for the impact!" Joseph Adam said gritting his teeth.

After he finished speaking, airdrop pods filled the sky and fell towards him like falling stars.

(End of this chapter)