"What do you say, you say again?"

Just a few minutes after the C801 anti-ship missile launched by the Rickelmegong aircraft formation hit the target, the "Athletic God" was on board the British task force dozens of nautical miles southeast of the British ships that were engulfed in flames, and the incredible roar of Rear Admiral Woodward, the commander of the task force, almost lifted the ceiling of the combat command center, and his falcon-like eyes revealed an unbelievable look, staring straight at the intelligence staff officer in front of him.

"Argentina raided the rear supply fleet, the 'Atlantic Transporter' suffered heavy damage, and the whole ship caught fire, estimated"

The intelligence staff officer repeated the news he had just gotten again, but lowered his head gloomily halfway through speaking, but the people in the command understood what it meant for a civilian transport ship to have a fire on the whole ship, and Woodward also understood it in his heart, but he couldn't accept this fact, and kept shaking his head:

"How is it possible, how is it possible? How can Argentine planes break through our air defense circle?"

"The Argentines did not attack our heavily fortified western route, but took advantage of the weakly defended northern airspace to launch a surprise attack, and we were a little caught off guard!"

"Also, according to the latest intelligence sent by the 'Ambush' escorting the 'Atlantic Transporter', they once detected a high-frequency communication signal, and it is preliminarily believed that the attack was led by an Argentine patrol aircraft!"

"According to the report of the escorting 'Huamei' frigate, the 'Atlantic Transporter' hit should have been two anti-ship missiles, similar in shape to the French 'Exocet'"

The staff officers of the task force command surrounded Rear Admiral Woodward. Sitting in front of the charts, Woodward is like a high-speed computer, sorting out and analyzing the latest information in his mind. In order to be able to quickly form a practical response, but just when he used his brain and thought quickly, the last sentence made his thinking suddenly freeze for a moment, and then his eyes lit up:

"'Flying Fish'? where did Argentina get 'Flying Fish'?" said Woodward, turning his gaze to the intelligence staff officer beside him. The intelligence staff officer nodded understandingly, then opened the information brief in his hand and looked through it. Then he said confidently:

"Argentina has only five Exocet missiles in its hands, two of which sank the Sheffield and three of which crashed into the sea with the downed Super Army Flag, and according to the latest intelligence. France has been strictly enforcing the arms embargo against Argentina. To sum up, Argentina should not have 'Exocet' missiles in its hands!"

"But this is what the officers and men of the 'Huamei' frigate saw with their own eyes, how is it possible?"

"Maybe it's an aerial bomb that can bounce on the surface of the sea, maybe it's a torpedo, or maybe it's an illusion that the officers and men on the ship have because they're nervous, but whatever the possibility, it shouldn't be a French 'Exocet' missile!"

The staff officer who had reported the truth was about to argue a few words, but the chief of staff of the task force stopped him. Then he ignored the young staff officer and turned his attention to Major General Woodward, who was in the main position. Begin to fulfill his duties as Chief of Staff:

"General, judging from the current situation, Argentina is far more cunning than we thought, and since the number of carrier-based aircraft we have at the moment cannot ensure the safety of the entire airspace, I propose to withdraw the entire fleet fifty nautical miles."

"No!" Before the chief of staff could finish speaking, Woodward refused, he agreed that Argentina did not have the 'Exocet' missiles in his hands, but it was absolutely impossible for him to withdraw the entire fleet because of the sinking of a transport ship, you must know that from the time dawn to the present, the British Army was under the command of Rear Admiral Moore.

In just a few hours, they controlled one-third of the Malvinas Islands, and now they are gathering forces to bypass the secondary strongholds of Argentina and take Port Stanley, the capital of the Falklands, so as to win the entire battle completely.

At this critical juncture, if the army loses the support and coordination of the navy, not only will the momentum of the offensive be curbed, but also may fall into a dangerous situation of isolation and helplessness, and thus fall into an irreparable defeat, Woodward sees very clearly this, if he does not understand how to choose between local tactical defeat and overall strategic victory, then he will not be able to sit in the position of task force commander:

"Our forces to support the landing must not only not be withdrawn, but must be strengthened!" said Woodward, following the route of the Argentine raid on the "Atlantic Transporter" transport ship that had just been marked by the aviation staff officer on the chart:

"This roundabout attack route is too far away, and Argentina's air refueling capability simply can't support a large-scale aircraft group assault, so"

Woodward paused, but the palm of the hand lying on the chart was clenched into a fist at this moment, and he knocked twice on the table, and made his decision:

"Strengthen the air defense in the north, if the 'Sea Harrier' is insufficient, contact the Air Force's 'Hunting Fans' and implement electronic suppression here, and the 'Sea King' radar search helicopter that has just been modified on the 'Invincible' will also be sent over to supplement the low-altitude blind spots, search for Argentine patrol planes, and strive to kill him while suppressing it with all its might!"

"Yes!"

The same promise sounded on the deck of the "Atlantic Transporter", which had become a pile of scrap metal, but compared with the momentum of the command room of the "Athletic God", there was a wailing and sad place, because the captain of the ship, Ian North, who was already over the age of six, had just given the order to abandon ship.

Looking at the escalator climbing to the lifeboat and being continuously received by the "Huamei" and "Ambush" frigates that came to the rescue, North showed a long-lost smile on his face, and then looked at Drake, who was transferred to the "Atlantic Transporter" as a technical analyst a few days ago, and took out a large piece of bloodstained metal wreckage from his pocket and handed it to Drake:

"Mr. Drake, this is what I found out from a crew member. Hope it works for you!"

Drake still took the metal wreckage with a blank face, as deep as the sea, as if in the pale blue pupils that saw through all the red dust in the world. The bloodstains on the top were reflected, but at this moment, a few unfamiliar square words were vaguely hidden under the bloodstains, and his calm gaze suddenly surged:

"This is"

"That's right, it's the wreckage of the C801 anti-ship missile you told me a few days ago, to be honest, I didn't believe you at the time, but after seeing this piece of wreckage that killed the chief engineer. I knew how stupid I was, and I believed that gentlemen in London would be like me when they saw this. Because it turns out that Mr. Drake, you are right"

"Missiles!"

Before Captain North could finish speaking, several sailors standing on the deck about to evacuate the ship pointed to the sea in horror and shouted:

"Missiles! Argentine missiles"

Drake's eyes froze. I saw two anti-ship missiles spitting orange flames. At a height almost close to the waves, it flew straight past the side of the broken "Atlantic Transporter", like a sharp arrow shot by a demon, more like the endless summons of death, with a hellish roar, desperately ramming into the predetermined goal

"My God, it's the 'Gorgeous' and the 'Ambush'!"

Seeing this scene, Drake, who had always been calm, couldn't help but let out an exclamation. I watched two C801 anti-ship missiles rushing towards the "Huamei" and "Ambush" frigates, and at this time, the "Huamei" and "Ambush" frigates had already reacted.

Interference chaff instantly sprays brilliant fireworks. High-power electronic jamming irradiates incoming missiles wave after wave, and the rapid-fire guns on the deck are desperately spitting out metal storms at any cost, but all these means, in the face of the C801 anti-jamming circuit and ultra-low-altitude high-speed maneuvering, can only make life more magnificent and colorful

"Boom~~~~"

"Boom~~~~"

Accompanied by two missiles piercing into the ship's body like sharp knives, the earth-shattering explosion instantly sounded inside the "Huamei" and "Ambush" frigates, followed by a series of explosions that completely tore apart the two frigates of more than 2,000 tons, huge fireballs rose out of thin air, tragic black smoke billowing up, miserable screams, reddened water, floating corpses, and the smell of burnt human body, so that the people standing on the "Atlantic Transporter" really saw what Shura hell is and what is the cruelty of war

"Boom"

At this moment, the ammunition depot of the "Huamei" frigate, which is closest to the "Atlantic Transporter", exploded, and the huge impact force directly broke the hull of the ship at the same time, and also blew the turret away, crossed a beautiful parabola in the air, and smashed straight towards the "Atlantic Transporter", and the people standing on the deck were not prepared at all, and when they saw the turret smashed down, they wanted to hide, but it was too late, only Drake secretly screamed "not good", and pierced it to the side, and suddenly heard it in his ears

"Boom~~~"

There was a loud bang, and when I looked up, the entire splint was already bleeding

"Mr. Drake, you must report to London, we we can't die like this" The old captain North, whose lower body had been blown to a bloody pulp, did not finish the last sentence, his heart stopped beating, Drake covered North's body with a white cloth, and completed the old captain's words:

"You won't die so inexplicably, I promise!"

As he spoke, Dred wiped the blood stains on the wreckage of the missile in his hand, and the number of C801 came into view

"China's 'Flying Fish'!"

Drake sighed with a wry smile, then rolled over, jumped into the lifeboat, and soon left the sea of death where blood and fire were intertwined (to be continued). )

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