The Argentine Air Force's almost crazy move shocked the British army at the same time, but also stimulated the unyielding blood in the blood of the Anglo-Saxon nation, and the ships were equipped with medium-range "Sea Javelin" anti-aircraft missiles and short-range "Sea Cat" anti-aircraft missiles, which were launched in unison at the moment when the Argentine A-4B fleet had just stepped into the effective firing range.

In an instant, several dazzling fireworks burst out in the sky, followed by the "Sea Harrier" fighter jets with "Sidewinder" air-to-air missiles, surging out from the flanks of Argentina's attack echelon, fighting to the death with the escorting Mirage III fighters, and also firing fiercely at the attack wave that found the air to cover his teammates and towards Argentina's first attack.

However, the Argentine Air Force pilots are not vegetarians, most of them have received rigorous training from the United States Air Force, their flying skills are very high, and more importantly, each of them has a heart of victory in their hearts, which makes them fearless in the world!

It is precisely because of this that after being strongly intercepted by the British army, the Argentine No. 1 and No. 3 squadrons did not panic, but dispersed the four waves of dense attack formations and formed a two-plane attack group one after another, taking advantage of the blind spot of the British ship's radar and the blind spot of missile firing to carry out an ultra-low-altitude free attack, while the Mirage III fighter in charge of escorting the escort went all out to entangle the few "Sea Harriers" of the British army in the middle and high altitudes, so that they had no time to separate themselves

"What is this?"

Major General Moore, the commander of the landing force, who was sitting at the temporary headquarters of San Carlos Bend, saw that the Argentine large group of planes, which had just been like a flood of beasts, suddenly dispersed into several locust-like bloodthirsty elves. His gaze suddenly condensed, and a bad premonition arose from the depths of his heart, and then he grabbed the radio intercom next to him that connected to the flagship. Regardless of the loud shouting:

"Don't be verbose, pick me up Woodward, quick"

"Boom~~Boom~~~"

As soon as Major General Moore shouted the word "fast" halfway through, two huge explosions rang out not far away, and a huge wave of air knocked him to the ground, but just as he wanted to get up and continue to contact Woodward, a series of explosions rang out around him. The sky-high waves of air mixed with the muddy mud, rising one after another black satifty, scattered shrapnel flying in all directions. With a demonic curse harvesting life after life, Major General Moore, no matter how brave he was, was blown up by this wave of air raids

"Boom~~~"

At this moment, several tons of ammunition and supplies that had just been unloaded on the coast were directly hit by a 1,000-pound bombshell. A massive explosion that shook the heavens and the earth. The raging flames, accompanied by the screams of the British soldiers, rose to the top of the sky, turning the entire beachhead into a living hell

“NO！NO！”

Looking at this tragic scene, Moore, who had participated in almost all British foreign operations, couldn't help but let out a painful scream, he tried to rush over and save the British soldiers who were struggling in the flames, but was held back by the adjutant and staff officer:

"General. You can't go, it's too dangerous here. We've got to get out of here!"

"Leave, don't bang"

Major General Moore still wanted to insist, but the raindrop-like explosion completely shattered his seemingly firm heart, and in the end he could only follow the adjutant and staff officer, avoid the edge of the Argentine Air Force, and retreat towards the Falklands, but even so, the British general, who had experienced the baptism of blood and fire, still stared at the sky with resentful eyes from time to time, and said with grief and indignation:

"Where the hell are my fighters, where the hell are our fighters?"

The same words roared anxiously from the mouth of John West, commander of the British Landing Strike Squadron and captain of the "Coventry", a few nautical miles away from Rear Admiral Moore's beachhead command post, who had now handed over the command of the battleship to the deputy captain, and he shouted loudly with the radio intercom of the command of the task force fleet:

"We need support, a lot of support, the Argentine planes are like countless hungry and crazy mosquitoes, no, it should be a flying chain, which has trapped us to death, I don't know oh God at all"

As soon as West's words were halfway through, the ship suddenly tilted, throwing West directly to the ground, and then "boom~~boom~~~" two loud bangs rang in West's ears, and the huge shock wave shattered the ship's portholes, and the bombs set off a column of water on the side of the ship, like a violent tsunami, rushed in towards the broken portholes.

In the blink of an eye, West was drenched in cold seawater, but he didn't care about it, and continued to pick up the communication equipment to continue to contact, but due to the invasion of seawater, the communication equipment still failed, so angry that he shook the intercom in his hand and scolded:

"Fuck! Sending out the Invincible for the sake of a patrol plane, Woodward is a stupid pig, a bastard, and a scum!"

However, West scolded and scolded, and the current dangerous situation still required him, the front-line commander, to deal with it calmly, so after venting his dissatisfaction, he ordered to the adjutant beside him:

"Convey my order, let the ships maintain their current air defense formation, use the 'Z' maneuver, gradually withdraw from the San Carlos Bend, and move closer to the main force of the task force!"

"Yes!"

The adjutant answered, and hurried towards the backup communication room, and only a few minutes later, West's order was transmitted to all the ships of the detachment, and in an instant, the entire combat ships of the fire support detachment, under the command of the "Coventry", gradually got rid of the unfavorable situation at the beginning, began to retract their formation, and slowly retreated.

The detachment also showed the strength of Britain, an old maritime power, at this moment, and the sailors on each ship cooperated tacitly, and the ships complemented each other even more, and under the back-to-back defense zone division, medium-range air defense missiles were proud of the sky, and short-range air defense missiles met the surprise attack.

Small-caliber rapid-fire guns were guided by gun-aiming radar to fill in the gaps and spray flames with all their might. Coupled with the skillful operation of ships and formations, this small detachment is like a giant hedgehog covered in a layer of heavy armor, allowing Argentina's blood basin to open its mouth no matter how big it is. I can't get my mouth shut!

"Ten years of air force, a hundred years of navy, the royal navy of the empire on which the sun never sets, really lives up to its name!" Messi looked at the battle report that came from front in real time, and couldn't help but sincerely appreciate the performance of the British Royal Navy:

"No wonder the British are fearless, if it were me, I guess it would be!"

Look at the map. The staff officers continued to mark the movement of the British landing strike support detachment gradually moving out according to the battle situation, and Vice Admiral Messi was overflowing with praise. Neither was he saddened by his own losses, nor was he annoyed that the British detachment was gradually freed from the entanglement of the Argentine Air Force, but instead put a calm smile on his face and said to himself meaningfully:

"A beast entangled in chains. Even if it's running. How far can you run?"

"'Aries' arrives in the predetermined seas!"

"The Beret has arrived in the predetermined sea!"

Just as Lieutenant General Messi looked at the map in front of him with great interest, in the headset of the command communicator, the slightly excited voices of Riquelme and Beretta suddenly came, Lieutenant General Messi heard this, immediately got up and grabbed the intercom, and a rich murderous intent broke out of the air from the meaningful gaze, and then remembered his undoubted ruthless voice in the command room:

"Shoot all the missiles out and let the damn Brits feed the fish!"

And at the same time. On the "Coventry", the flagship of the British detachment, the "Sea Javelin" fired one after another into the sky. Almost all the rapid-fire guns on the ship, including the 114mm main guns, spewed a hot steel storm into the sky, but the Argentine Air Force still did not stop attacking, and the bombs still raised huge columns of water on the sea.

But as an experienced commander, West can clearly feel that the offensive of the Argentine Air Force is much weaker, which makes him breathe a sigh of relief, although the attack of the Argentine Air Force is dangerous, but with the good quality of the officers and men of the Royal Navy and the excellent performance of the ships, not only did not let the crazy Argentines take advantage, but also let them lose a lot, of course, there were also several ships on the detachment side were damaged, but fortunately, the injury was not big, and it did not have much performance on combat effectiveness.

"No wonder Major General Woodward is so confident, but also, if I don't have this confidence, I am not qualified to carry the general, it seems that I still have to learn more!"

West looked at the Bay of San Carlos, which was already a little blurry, and finally figured out a trace of the deep meaning of Woodward's use of troops, and then a happy and triumphant smile appeared on his face, but before such a bright smile could stretch the wonderful arc on his face, the instant horror formed a rather strange expression on his face.

And this became the last face of Colonel West in this world, because in the blink of an eye, a missile of more than 800 kilograms, with a blazing flame, drilled into the bridge where he was, and then a deafening explosion blew the bridge of West and the entire "Coventry" into flying ashes

At the same time, there were three identical anti-ship missiles, in the middle of the "Coventry", under the hangar of the frigate "Zealous", and in the tail of the frigate "Broadsword", which exploded one after another, and in a short moment, the three main warships of this landing strike detachment became three huge fireballs!

At the same time, the attack echelon of the Argentine Air Force, which had weakened its offensive, struck again towards the broken detachment like an eagle pounced on the rabbit (to be continued). )

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