"Yes, General Francisco, our combat aircraft have been lost!"

In a communications room next to the operational command room at the Rio Grande Air Base in Argentina, Lieutenant General Messi, the Argentine chief of staff, who had just finished the operational meeting, received a call for help from the Falklands.

There was no longer the ambition to achieve the battle plan just now, but like a courageless coward, with an extremely helpless and mournful tone, he said bitterly to Lieutenant General Francisco, commander of the ground forces of the Malvinas Islands on the other side of the earpiece:

"Dear Francisco, I think you also know how great the losses on the part of the Air Force were in the First World War two days ago, and my planes were like meteor showers, all following God"

"Don't you still have a special attack aircraft for launching missiles?"

Francisco was very eager between his words, through his slightly hoarse voice, he could also hear the less obvious rumbling sound, Lieutenant General Messi knew very well what this meant, his eyes showed a little unbearable, but in an instant it was replaced by a more determined look, and the voice of the answer was more cruel and decisive:

"The special missile attack aircraft has long been overwhelmed by long-term combat use and is on the verge of being scrapped, not to mention the 'Rising Star', which guides the target of the missile attack, because of some accidents during the forced landing in Buenos Aires, resulting in many equipment being damaged and unusable, so"

"What about the Chinese? Don't you have a large number of Chinese who claim to be angels? They must have a way!" Lieutenant General Francisco still held on to a glimmer of hope, but then his hope became an extremely painful despair:

"Chinese? Don't count on them!" Lieutenant General Messi's voice was extremely cold, as if he had been dumped by a girlfriend who loved him so much, and continued in an extremely sad and resentful tone:

"It doesn't matter what country people are. None of us Argentines are reliable, no way, this is a brutal relationship between countries"

"How is this possible? Could it be that the British have already taken advantage of the situation? So what should we do? Now that the British Army is pressing forward step by step, it is difficult to achieve such a handover? Beautiful Malvinas, but an inseparable part of Argentina, no, General Messi. For God's sake, you must give me support, you must have a way"

"I can only let God help Argentina!" Lieutenant General Messi replied unusually coldly. He then turned off the radio in spite of General Francisco's angry roars, perhaps realizing that he was too callous, or perhaps feeling guilty for ignoring the lives of his comrades on the Falklands.

The moment when the communication device is turned off again. Lieutenant General Messi covered his tired but steady face with his own hands. He rubbed it vigorously, and after a long while, he slowly put his hand down, turned his head to look at the adjutant Riquelme, who had not yet recovered from his injury, and asked slowly:

"What did Mr. Liang say?"

"Mr. Liang said that although it is dangerous, it will not be too much of a problem to carry out a mission!"

"That's good!" Lieutenant General Messi nodded heavily, and the helplessness and despair of the call just now had disappeared. In exchange, he was as confident and strong as ever, but Riquelme, who was standing beside him, still had an overflowing worry. I couldn't help but ask:

"General, do you think this will work? What if the British, I mean, they still stand still? Not to mention that our 'Daystar' really can't be used, does I mean that it's worth it for us to do this?"

"Maybe it's not worth it to others!"

Messi sighed with a flat face, then raised his eyes, looking at the busy and abnormal crowd in and out of the integrated command room, his eyes suddenly became a little trance, as if the whole person had returned to the scene of two days ago, back to the small living room of the Chinese Embassy in Buenos Aires, and talking to the young man from China:

"That's the basics!"

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because we're friends!"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple!"

"Well, as I said earlier, first, I don't want the British to feel too good, and second, I hope that the general will get the position of your dreams after the war, so you should believe it, right?"

"Me"

"Anyway, the corresponding method has been made clear to the general, after this war, the general's popularity will inevitably rise, I know that you are a doer, I hope you can realize your ambitions for many years in a new position, and make the beautiful Argentina rich and strong again, there is an old Chinese saying, called "break and then stand, and fight to the death is also for eternal peace!"

This short conversation, like a movie clip, played in my mind several times in a row, so that finally Lieutenant General Messi's face finally showed a firm and confident smile, and then continued categorically to Riquelme beside him:

"But for us, for the future of Argentina, it is very necessary, well, not to say, inform the 'Sky Eye' to pay close attention to the movement of the Falklands waters, remember, to use the special telephone line that has just been erected!"

"Yes! General!" Seeing that Messi had made up his mind, Riquelme said no more, and immediately passed on the order, while Lieutenant General Messi looked at the airtight ceiling, as if he saw the blue sky outside, and a subtle sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth

At the same time that Vice Admiral Messi was secretly distracted from the command headquarters, the listening equipment of the British "Hunter" reconnaissance plane cruising off the coast of Argentina suddenly received a communication signal with a peculiar frequency, which was quickly recorded and settled by the electronic computer on board, and then sent to the task force intelligence center located on the flagship "Athletic God" through the airborne communication system.

At the same time, the Task Force Intelligence Center. At the moment of receiving the signal information transmitted by the "Hunter" reconnaissance plane, the army listening post on the Falklands and two electronic reconnaissance ships floating near the Falklands Islands came from. The electronic reconnaissance information sent was also input into a high-performance computer, where it took nearly half an hour to calculate, decipher, and edit

After the results came out, the intelligence staff of the task force couldn't help but be surprised, and then hurriedly sent the copied results to the combat command center, and about ten minutes later, Messi Francis had a helpless and helpless conversation. It was in the integrated operations command room of the British task force, and it was magically reproduced

"Are you sure this is a conversation between the chief of staff of the Argentine Air Force and the commander of the garrison on the island?"

Rear Admiral Woodward, the commander of the task force, looked suspiciously at the intelligence staff officer in front of him, after the fiasco of the previous two days. Although Woodward was not removed from his post for various reasons, his power was much less than before, and a large part of the command was given to the chief of staff of the task force and the commander of the ground forces.

Not only that, but he himself became cautious because of the defeat. That night, the entire task force was ordered to retreat a hundred nautical miles. In addition to completely withdrawing from the Argentine Air Force's combat radius, Major General Woodward has also made great efforts to strengthen intelligence gathering in order to compensate for previous negligence in intelligence.

Not only had he established an extremely efficient communication channel with MI6, but he had also released all the intelligence gathering units that could be sent out, and in just a few days, he had gained a lot of gains, especially when the information that the Argentine Air Force had suffered heavy losses a few days ago and was no longer able to fight was placed on his desk. Finally, Woodward and the high-ranking officers of the task force breathed a long sigh of relief.

But even so, a group of British generals and colonels who have been frightened by the Argentine Air Force. Instead of taking the offensive as rashly as before, he continued to hold his troops and shrink the huge fleet in the waters east of South Georgia.

On the contrary, the British Army, under the leadership of Major General Moore, commander of the ground forces, showed the bloody nature and responsibility of a soldier, regardless of the losses suffered during the Argentine air raid a few days ago, continued to launch a wave of strong offensives against the Argentine defenders stationed on the Falklands, and soon occupied half of the land of the Falklands.

The reason for this is that there is no other reason, only because of the supply problem of the British ground forces, Moore's ground forces on the Falklands are overwhelming, but the consumption of the day is also amazing, there was a task force as a backing, and the ammunition supply can be described as a steady stream, but now, the task force is frightened far away, which makes the supply pressure of the British troops on the Falklands increasing day by day.

For this reason, Moore asked Woodward for help several times, but Woodward, who was already frightened, never dared to set foot within the combat radius of the Argentine Air Force, so the two exchanged telegrams, quarreled with each other, complained behind their backs, tore their faces and insulted their faces, and finally even fought the lawsuit in London.

Only then, with the mediation of the Department of Defense, the two sides gave in, Moore agreed to weaken the offensive, and Woodward sent a small number of supply ships to deliver several batches of supplies as if they were smuggling, but even this could not meet the needs of the army troops, just as the two were ready to fight again over the supply issue.

Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher suddenly took Rear Admiral Moore's side for some reason, and had a fifteen-minute phone call with Woodward in the early hours of last night on the issue of supplies, strictly ordering him to ensure that the ground forces were on the offensive. )

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