Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

On the bridge of the "Yanhuang" ship, Lin Tian had not yet rested and was sitting in the command chair, looking quite comfortable.

Brigade Commander Chen walked in with a cup of hot tea and gently placed it in front of him. "Commander, you should rest now. There are exercises tomorrow."

Lin Tian shook his head. "It's still early, Brigade Commander Chen. What do you think the Ugly Army's reaction will be to this exercise?"

Brigade Commander Chen remained silent for a moment. "They will be angry, they will protest, they will condemn, but that's all. They can't win."

"Can't beat them?"

"You're right, they can't beat them, but they won't give up. They'll find a way to catch up, a way to surpass them, and a way to get revenge."

"So what do we do?"

"Let them chase after them."

Lin Tian said nonchalantly, "Let's walk faster so they can never catch up."

Day three.

The exercise continued after daybreak.

Today's content is a live-fire exercise with anti-ship missiles. The target ship is a 10,000-ton transport ship from the United States.

On the flight deck of the "Yanhuang" warship, J-15 fighter jets, armed with anti-ship missiles, are ready for takeoff.

The pilots sat in their cockpits, awaiting the order to launch.

"Shit! The Chinese are here again."

On Gem Harbor.

The officers who had been observing were furious. When did they become pushovers in other people's eyes?

That's infuriating.

But the order from above was to pretend that we saw nothing, to know nothing, and to let the other party do as they pleased.

"Shit! What kind of bullshit military order is this? Did the people above eat shit and get their brains stuck?"

I really want to...

"Sir, don't be impulsive! People will die."

"If you want to die, don't take us with you."

Several adjutants immediately restrained him. Was this the time to act tough? He'd drunk too much horse urine and thought he knew who he was.

"The exercise begins!"

Lin Tian's order was transmitted throughout the entire fleet via radio.

J-15 fighter jets were launched one after another, their engines roaring deafeningly, and they formed an attack formation in the sky, flying toward the target ship.

The Ukrainian Navy's "Big Beauty"-class cruiser "Big Ukrainian" was ordered to monitor the area outside the exercise zone.

As for whose orders they gave, don't ask. The answer is that they were the expendable pawns they were pushed out to scare you.

Captain William Smith stood at the bridge window, holding binoculars, watching the fighter jets taking off from the "Yanhuang" with a grim expression.

Yesterday, their submarine was driven out of the deep sea, a humiliating defeat.

Today, he was sent to keep watch again.

What are they monitoring?

How do you target someone else's missiles?

These bastards, when faced with something like this, they blame it all on themselves.

"Colonel, the Chinese fleet's live-fire anti-ship missile exercise is about to begin. Our radar has detected their fighter jets taking off."

"That's what the adjutant reported."

William put down his binoculars.

"Notify all departments to increase vigilance, maintain a safe distance, and not to enter their exercise area."

"Yes."

The J-15 fighter jet formation flew over the target ship and began locking on.

The radar is powered on, the missile is powered on, and the target data is input.

"Target locked, requesting launch."

"Launch permission granted!"

The anti-ship missile detached from its pylon, trailing a white plume of flame, and hurtled straight toward the target ship.

The first missile hit the bridge, and the massive explosion blew the superstructure away.

The second bullet hit the waterline, blasting a large hole in the hull.

Seawater rushed in, and the ship began to tilt.

The third, the fourth, the fifth... missile after missile hit the target ship in succession, leaving it riddled with holes, billowing smoke, and flames shooting into the sky.

On the bridge of the "Ugly" ship, William's hands trembled as he looked at the distant flames.

The accuracy, speed, and power of those missiles far exceeded their understanding.

If those missiles were aimed at his ship, could he dodge them?

He didn't know, and he dared not think about it.

"Colonel, the Chinese fleet has sent a report saying that their live-fire exercises with anti-ship missiles have been completed. Thank you for your cooperation."

The adjutant's voice trembled slightly.

"Cooperate?"

William gave a wry smile. "Did we cooperate? We're just victims, victims forced to watch a show."

Next, air defense, anti-submarine warfare, amphibious landing, electronic warfare... one subject after another was staged.

The fleet demonstrated formidable comprehensive combat capabilities, instilling fear in all the surveillance forces present.

The Ugly Army could only watch helplessly as Gemport was destroyed, unable to do anything about it.

On the last day, the fleet held a naval review.

More than one hundred warships lined up in a neat formation and slowly sailed through the exercise area.

Aircraft carriers, battleships, cruisers, destroyers, and submarines—all majestic and imposing.

On the deck, naval officers and soldiers, dressed in pristine white uniforms, stood in formation, showcasing the new image of the Chinese Navy to the world.

In the sky, a massive formation of J-15 fighter jets, J-20 fighter jets, KJ-600 early warning aircraft, and Y-9 anti-submarine patrol aircraft flew over the fleet.

On the flagship "Yanhuang", Lin Tian stood at the bridge window, looking at the majestic warships and fighter jets, and a smile slowly appeared on his lips.

Brigade Commander Chen said excitedly, "Commander, this exercise was a great success. The world will see a brand new Chinese Navy."

"Not enough."

Lin Tian shook his head. "We need to become even stronger, so strong that no one dares to bully us. By the way, we need to expedite the compensation from the seventeen countries."

"Yes."

...

Roosevelt sat in the White House, looking at the intelligence reports, his hands trembling. He was still demanding compensation for the jewels that had been destroyed.

What utter nonsense! Their warships hit Chinese exercise ammunition, and the US must compensate for that loss?

The Secretary of State stood before him, his face ashen. "Mr. President, the military strength of the Chinese Independent Brigade has surpassed ours."

Their aircraft carriers, warships, and planes are all more advanced than ours. This exercise is just for show.

"I know."

Roosevelt's voice was hoarse. "Stop talking nonsense. What can we do? Protest? Condemn? They don't care at all."

"So we're just going to put up with this?"

Roosevelt shook his head. "What can we do if we can't bear it? We can't win a fight, and we can't win an argument. We can only endure it. By the way, how's the nuclear weapons research going?"

"We're still working on it."

"Tell them to hurry up. Go down and prepare the compensation, otherwise I'm afraid they'll come ashore."

The Secretary of State nodded. They were at a critical juncture and couldn't afford to let the war spread to their own territory.

We'll wait until nuclear weapons are developed before engaging in hand-to-hand combat.

Churchill was silent, de Gaulle was silent, the seventeen-nation coalition was silent, and the whole world was silent.

The new Chinese military exercise reported in the newspapers can be described as putting the ugly country in a latrine and stepping on it, but what can it do?

They didn't dare utter a single word.

This is absolute strength.

They knew that a new era had begun, and a new leader had emerged on Earth.

That once impoverished and weak ancient Eastern country has risen to become a giant that no one dares to underestimate.

And this is just the beginning.

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