Just when the C801 anti-ship missile, chopping the waves, grazing the flying flowers on the tip of the waves, surging towards the definite target, the "Sheffield" that was cruising on the ocean had just finished its festive jubilation, and just ten minutes ago, the British **** Prince Charles, on behalf of the Queen of England, expressed his sincere condolences to all the officers and men on the "Sheffield" through the British special military communications satellite.

It is the honor of every Royal Navy officer and sailor to be able to bathe in the care of Her Majesty the Queen, and because of this, the entire "Sheffield" was so excited that it took a long time to return to normal, and the radar operator Foster was the same, sitting in front of his battle position, his heart could not be calm for a long time, and his mind kept recalling the scene that Prince Charles asked him:

"If only this footage could be broadcast on the BBC so that Diana could see herself as far away as London!"

Foster thought about his girlfriend, and his eyes staring at the radar screen were a little careless, but at this moment, a bright spot rose fleetingly on the screen, Foster subconsciously froze for a moment, and then rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then looked at the radar screen There was nothing:

"Did I read it wrong?" Forster asked, and then nodded secretly: "It should be wrong, no way, who made Diana so charming!"

However, before he could finish the thought in his heart, the point of light that had disappeared just now appeared in front of his eyes again, although it was fleeting, but Forster, who had undergone strict training, could be sure that he was not mistaken, and in an instant, a trace of cold sweat oozed from his head. Both hands subconsciously tapped twice on the radar operation keyboard, and soon the decoded data was presented in front of his eyes, and Foster only glanced at it. was stunned:

"Report! Radar finds one by one"

Because of the suddenness and unpreparedness of the incident, so shocked and nervous, Foster almost lost his voice and shouted intermittently, and it was at this moment that Booz, the electronic signal operator sitting next to him, also found some clues from the detected communication signals. So he helped Foster to report completely without saying everything:

"Sir, radar finds target!"

"Alright, you two don't scare yourselves!" Originally, Foster and Booz thought that their report would cause the ship's sirens to go off. All crews are in position, missiles are mounted on pylons, safety is opened, and the daring Argentines are aimed. Give a head-on blow. Unexpectedly, what was waiting was not a high degree of combat readiness, but the nonchalant answer of Major Smython, the radar signal officer:

"I saw all the highlights just now, it's nothing more than ocean clutter, there's no need to make a fuss!"

"Sir, I can vouch with my personality, it's not sea clutter, it's most likely an Argentine fighter plane, and the 'Exocet' anti-ship missile launched!"

"Exocet anti-ship missiles?" Major Smython still held a cup of coffee as steadily as a gentleman. I had just taken a sip, but after listening to Foster's unusually serious words. I almost didn't squirt out, but after I finally swallowed it, I laughed, and then patted Foster on the shoulder:

"Haha~~ Dear Mr. Foster, you are really humorous, is there still a 'flying fish' in Argentina? Well, it is estimated that there should be a few 'dead fish', and that is also God took pity on them and sent them over, okay, Mr. Foster, you don't have to daydream"

"Missiles!missiles!incoming missiles!defense"

Before Major Smython could finish speaking, the intercom of the bridge observation post suddenly sounded a hissing and terrifying roar, and Major Smython was startled, and then glanced at the radar screen, where two shining dots were crashing into the "Sheffield" at an incredible speed

"Distraction, release distraction"

Major Smython no longer had the leisure and indifference he had just had, but roared madly at Booz, who was also a well-trained electronic signal operator, crackling and typing out several jamming programs one after another on the operating keyboard, and suddenly the "Sheffield" several electronic jammers reached their maximum power.

At the same time, the platinum strip jamming bombs on both sides of the deck "bang bang ~~~" flew out, exploding tens of thousands of high-temperature platinum bars around the ship, just like bursting with extraordinarily gorgeous fireworks, decorating the "Sheffield" with the same color of the sea and sky as beautiful and moving than ever before, but also becoming its most handsome moment in the world

Because the active radar seeker of the C801 anti-ship missile has long locked the British destroyer with a displacement of 4840, the unique anti-jamming circuit makes the whole missile like a dead soldier who will not give up until he reaches his goal, as long as he sees the target, he will definitely move forward bravely, and use its 165 kg semi-armor-piercing blasting warhead to break the gap and tear the long sky!

In the face of such a knife in hand, blood splattered five steps, and the British could only do silent prayer than a fierce opponent who would rather have jade shattered than a complete tile

"Knock~~~~"

With a muffled sound, the entire "Sheffield" shook violently like a flat boat in the wind, and the coffee in Major Smython's hand, which was always as smooth as a mountain, splashed out under the shock, and Major Smython was suddenly dazed and said in a daze:

"This is not a wave!"

"Boom!"

As soon as Major Smython said the word wave, an explosion like a landslide resounded in the sky, and the huge energy even lifted the entire "Sheffield" out of the sea, and the strong shock wave shook all the nearby sea water and flew away

"Boom~~~Boom~~~"

In the blink of an eye, the second and third explosions followed, and the power compartment of the "Sheffield" was covered by fierce flames in an instant, and the relentless tongue of fire devoured everything, except for the glitter of the fire in the fully enclosed ship, all that remained was endless darkness, perhaps the two hideous holes in the middle and rear of the hull could also reveal a little light, but in the blink of an eye, it was replaced by endless sea water

Raging flames. The icy water, the pungent scorch, the seeping screams. There are also corpses everywhere, the heroic warship that was gorgeous and colorful just now, it became a Shura hell in the blink of an eye, people were swallowed by flames every moment, and people were soaked into a stiff corpse by the cold sea water every second, and the festival jubilation more than ten minutes ago became the death knell of the funeral in an instant. The condolences from the London royal family also turned into a nightmare at this moment

"Booz~~Booz~~"

The moment the explosion occurred, young Foster was stunned. When he woke up dimly, he found that the originally brightly lit combat command center was pitch black, and the pungent smell of burnt plastic filled the entire space. And his good friend Booz fell right next to him.

Foster wanted to call him out with him. But when his hand touched Booz's body, Booz fell diagonally to the side like limp cotton, and by the light of the fire burning beside him, Foster was shocked to find that Booz's head had already been pierced by a hard object, and the white brain was left along the hole.

Seeing this, Foster couldn't help but retch, but turned around. The corpse of Major Smython, the radar signal officer, appeared in front of his eyes, staring at him with big eyes. As if begging to be given another chance to choose again:

"No~~"

Foster's spirit finally collapsed, and with a loud roar, he ran out of the emergency hatch, stumbling and running for an unknown amount of time, and finally hit a broad and thick shoulder, and the young soldier could no longer hold back, as if a child who had been away from home for many years had finally found his mother's arms, and immediately wept bitterly:

"Dead! Dead! Major Smython is dead, Bosch is dead, Sheffield is finished, Sheffield is finished."

"'Sheffield' is over!" 'Sheffield' is over" Foster, who was crying bitterly, suddenly heard a few very familiar mutters in his ear, which made him startled, and he suddenly raised his head, wiped the tears on his face with his hands, and a gorgeous Royal Navy Captain's dress appeared in front of his eyes:

"Captain!" Forster exclaimed in astonishment, and at that moment, the adjutant next to Salter said to his commander with an eager expression:

"Captain, the lifeboats are ready for you, let's go quickly, if we don't leave, the ship will sink!"

"Come with him, boy!" said Salt, as if he hadn't heard his lieutenant at all, smiled kindly at Forster in front of him

"Captain!"

"Take this kid away, he's a good radar operator, and the hope for the future of the British Empire!" Salter said calmly, ignoring the adjutant's anxiety, as if an old man living in an English manor was telling his child about his past life:

"You too, live well, don't learn from me!"

"Captain"

"Okay, this is my duty and honor as an officer of the Royal Navy, and it is also my responsibility, regret, I can't say no, but it's too late, remember, be sure to give my handwritten letter to General Woodward, I hope it will help him!"

"We"

"Go! this is an order!" Before Foster could speak to the adjutant, Salter hissed and roared as hard as he could, and then shook his hands vigorously and pushed the two out of the cabin, only to hear a click, and the cabin was locked from the inside

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected the entire sea in crimson, and the dilapidated "Sheffield" had long lost its former brilliance and gradually disappeared into the vast sea

But just as Foster slowly raised his right hand, the news of the silence of the "Sheffield" had spread throughout the world, and Argentina's earth-shattering blow shocked everyone in the world (to be continued). )

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