The waves were constantly churning under the fuselage, and at the same time, the tears in Riquelme's eyes, and in the long-lasting mist, the smiling faces of his former comrades-in-arms kept flashing in front of his eyes, talking and playing, and every detail was still fresh in his memory

"Britain will inevitably strengthen the defense of the task force this time, so we will adopt two groups of dense formations to penetrate the defense at ultra-low altitudes."

"One magic A-4 is responsible for navigation, leading two A-4Cs to form a dense formation"

"It has actually proved that the effect of such a dense formation on the radar is that of an ordinary attack aircraft"

"Pull up, pull up is good, it's this action, you need this kind of momentary reaction"

"Gentlemen, please remember that after a rapid climb to 400 meters, turn immediately and try to turn around and return before the British radar reacts, may God bless you"

At this moment, the tactical formulation and secret training of the past few days, like a movie picture that is constantly repeated, constantly emerges in Riquelme's mind, they are worthy of the elite name on the training ground, and the title of ace is even more glorious in actual combat, stepping on the road paved by the comrades-in-arms with their lives, the sea and sky outside the cabin look extremely poignant, but incomparably magnificent, in the smooth road, there is only acceleration, acceleration, and acceleration!

"Toot ~~~"

With the crisp sound of the autopilot in the cabin, the entire cabin is illuminated by green cadenzas. The mist in Riquelme's eyes was suddenly evaporated by two blazing flames, and the lever in his hand was pulled suddenly, and the magic change A-4 was under his control. At the same time, the AN/APG-53 radar current in the nose of the aircraft was injected, sending out a powerful radar wave, and just a few seconds later, a huge echo was presented on the simple display in the cockpit:

"'Spear One' has found a target!"

The moment when the target signal is displayed in the cockpit. Riquelme decisively broke the radio silence, and then Beretta's nervous and excited voice was heard in the headphones:

"'Spear II' confirms the target!"

"It's now!"

The moment the launch light lit up, Riquelme shouted loudly. Immediately pressed the bright red launch button on the joystick with all his might, and with the violent tremor of the fuselage, the sea-white C801 anti-ship missile flew away from the carrier aircraft with a ghostly roar. Pause for a moment high in the sky.

When a beam confirms the huge echo of the target signal. The moment it was received by the active radar antenna on the warhead, the attack horn of the two C801 anti-ship missiles was officially sounded, and in an instant, the solid rocket transmitter spewed flames, and a rapid dive, straight towards a huge target in the distance

At the same time, the officers and men of the "Exeter", which was in charge of the outer border, were congratulating each other on the shooting down of two Argentine fighters. The captain, Colonel Daniels, hummed a Scottish tune even more happily, but in the midst of a lively jubilation. Sergeant Foster, the radar operator, kept staring at the radar screen, and his brows twisted into a pimple:

"Congratulations, Sergeant, thanks to your keen eyes, how can we achieve such a brilliant record?

Captain Daniels, the captain, came to Foster with a smile and wanted to congratulate him, but looking at his frowning appearance, he thought that there was another situation, so he couldn't help but ask worriedly, and Foster shook his head gently:

"No, sir, it's all right, it's just," Forster hesitated, but plucked up his courage and said, "I always think there's something wrong?"

"Oh, what's wrong?"

"I don't know!" Forster shook his head again with a kind of confusion peculiar to young people: "But I always have this feeling, the two downed Argentine fighters are a little strange, it stands to reason that they should be Argentine missile attack planes, but they didn't launch missiles, I was on the 'Sheffield' for just a moment, their missiles hit, there was no time to evade, but now"

"What's this!" I thought Foster had made some new discoveries, but it wasn't until he heard these words that Colonel Daniels put his mind at ease, and then he smiled dumbly, patted Foster's strong shoulder, and comforted him with encouragement but carelessness:

"In other words, those two downed fighters are not missile attack aircraft at all! Maybe you don't know, according to the latest intelligence, Argentina's missile attack aircraft have all been scrapped, and being able to send two ordinary attack planes for a surprise attack is already a desperate move by Argentina, of course, it turns out that their desperate gamble is also in vain, because we have a pair of eyes comparable to God here, but unfortunately the Royal Navy does not have the Eye of God medal, otherwise, our Sergeant Foster's chest will definitely be full of it!"

Colonel Daniels' comfort and praise made a shy flush appear on the young Foster's face, but it did not make the stubborn him change his mind:

"But, sir, since they are ordinary attack planes, why don't they take advantage of our radar blind spot to carry out ultra-low-altitude penetration and catch us off guard, but jump high and become our live targets, sir, don't you think this kind of suicide behavior of the Argentine pilot is very strange?"

"This" Listening to Forster's question, Colonel Daniels didn't know how to answer for a while, and just as he was thinking about how to explain, two extremely dazzling bright spots suddenly appeared on the radar screen, completely interrupting his train of thought:

"What's that?"

"Attack aircraft, Argentine attack aircraft!" Forster stared at the radar screen with wide eyes, his hands crackling rapidly on the console, and he couldn't believe his eyes when a series of settled data came into his eyes. The whole person was even more shocked and couldn't even speak:

"Seventy miles east of us, their goal is the 'God of Athletics', we we have been tricked!"

"Damn!" Colonel Daniels scolded. Hurriedly picked up the radio intercom of Unicom's flagship, and shouted in a lost voice:

"Attention 'Athletic God', enemy aircraft! attention, enemy aircraft"

Colonel Daniels' hissing shouts rang out frantically through the radio waves in the integrated operations command center of the flagship aircraft carrier "Athletic", and at this time, the radar of the "Athletic" had also captured the figure of the Argentine fighters, which made Rear Admiral Woodward, the commander of the task force responsible for the defense of the entire fleet, extremely annoying. Slapping the table and scolding:

"Daniels doesn't have long eyes, the Argentine fighter plane is so missed, fast. Confirm the parameters and shoot down quickly!"

"Yes!"

The staff officers answered, and then the command headquarters fell into a tense busyness, and in the blink of an eye. The inner capital ships escorting the aircraft carrier went into action. The three capital destroyers with the fastest response, the "Glamorgan," the "Bristol," and the "Cardiff," had already aimed their anti-aircraft missiles at the incoming targets, and they only heard the "whoosh~~whoosh~~~~~~" Several missiles were like arrows off the string, piercing the sky.

Just as the officers and men of the task force watched the missile take off into the sky and were looking forward to the news of the fall of the Argentine fighter plane, a terrifying cry from the lookout of the county-class destroyer "Glamorgan" plunged the officers and men of the entire British task force into an endless abyss

"Missiles! It's missiles! Argentine anti-ship missiles!"

"Not good, their target is the aircraft carrier!"

Clear-headed captain of the USS Glamorgan, Colonel Stroud. After receiving this information, they immediately judged the target to be hit by the attacking missile. didn't care about asking for instructions and thinking, and sharply issued his decision to the whole ship:

"Full rudder left, release interference, use our hull to block the aircraft carrier fast"

The "Glamorgan" quickly turned, and at the same time released all the interference platinum strips on the ship, and the active radar seeker of a C801 anti-ship missile in front of the protrusion, under the interference of the "Glamorgan", suddenly fell into a mess, locked the data, and kept switching between the "Glamorgan" and the "Athletic God", and finally did not resist the swagger of the "Glamorgan", a battleship with a full load of nearly 7,000 tons, locked on, and crashed into it without hesitation

"Boom~~~Boom~~~~"

The missile passed through the weak armor in the tail of the simplified body and exploded near the helicopter fuel warehouse under the hangar, and the second half of the "Glamorgan" instantly turned into burning scrap metal and submerged in the icy water, but even so, Colonel Stroud exhaled with joy:

"Finally blocked!"

"Missiles! Another missile bypassed us and headed for the 'Athletic God'!"

"What?"

Hearing the report from the lookout, Colonel Stroud felt dizzy in front of him, and "poof" slumped to his seat, and the corners of his mouth kept muttering to himself:

"It's over, it's over, it's all over"

Just when Colonel Stroud was grieving, the second C801 anti-ship missile had broken through the inner defense circle of the task force, and there was no longer any way to stop him on the vast sea, and the surging waves seemed to be blowing the victory movement in advance, and there was only one behemoth in front of him, and the final sound was ahead

Even if there are thousands of lines of defense, it has become a final conclusion at this moment!

Even if there are a thousand clever plans, they are destined to lose their brilliance at this time!

Even if you are calm, you can sing sadly with panicked despair now

The temperature of the flames of the missile engine has risen to the maximum, and the radar seeker will never let go of the majestic castle on the sea, and the turbulent air around it and the torrent of tailitis spews out a magnificent chapter from the depths of hell, and with the passionate notes, the final climax is about to be played, which is the panic and wailing of the British army, and it is the swan song of the "Athletic God".

"Knock~~~"

The missile semi-armor-piercing warhead pierced the thunder and thunder war drums of the aircraft carrier

"Boom~~~~"

The earth-shattering explosion made the elegy of the "Athletic God" loud in the icy South Atlantic (to be continued. )

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