"For the sake of victory - assault!"

When the code name of Lieutenant General Messi's attack was conveyed, Riquelme, who was already on standby on the tarmac, immediately put down the special line phone in his hand, glanced at Beretta and other five capable pilots behind him, and his silent eyes revealed the firmness of victory, and his words were even more concise and powerful:

"The 'Divine Spear' formation and the 'Hell' formation, ready to take off!"

"Yes!"

The five pilots, who had already put on a full set of flight gear, saluted Riquelmezi, and then rushed to their landline, Riquelme looked at the backs of several companions without hesitation, a little distracted, and only came back to his senses after a while, glanced at the Rio Grande Air Force Base, which was calm and peaceful as usual, silently drew a cross on his chest, and then stretched out his hand to pull the gangway of the landline, jumped into the cabin of his landline!

At the same time, the Argentine pilots and ground crews in the tarmac nervously refueled the six fighters and loaded ammunition, and among the piles of 1,000-pound and 500-pound bombs, the two C801 anti-ship missiles painted in sea white were particularly conspicuous, and the Argentine ground crews also attached great importance to these two anti-ship missiles, and they were very careful when mounting.

But even so, the well-trained Argentine pilots were very fast, and in a blink of an eye, all the preparations before take-off were completed, and as the on-site commander extended a thumbs up to Riquelme, signaling that he was all ready, Riquelme saluted these hard-working pilots in his cabin, and then reported to the tower through the intercom:

"The 'Divine Spear' formation and the 'Hell' formation. Ready, request to take off!"

"The 'Divine Spear' formation can take off!"

"The 'Divine Spear' formation understands!" Riquelme replied, and turned the engine of the landline to the maximum. After taxiing at high speed for a moment, the control stick was pulled sharply, and the plane took off into the air, and in an instant, the "Divine Spear" formation composed of the two A-4 attack planes piloted by Riquelme and Beretta disappeared into the clouds!

Five minutes later, the command from the tower came again: "The 'Hell' formation can take off!"

"The 'Hell' formation understands!"

The pilot of the long plane, who was in charge of the "Hell" formation, answered very simply, and then another roar rang out from the Rio Grande Air Base, and the four A-4C "Skyhawk" attack planes, which had been rigorously selected, were divided into two waves, one in front of the other and one behind. With the two A-4 attack planes of the Magic Change, they rushed into the sky

The fighters of the next two formations climbed to an altitude of 7,000 meters and were in the designated safe airspace, just as they had done during the raid on the British task force a few days earlier. After receiving in-flight refueling from the KC-130 air tanker, and having obtained enough fuel to fly 350 kilometers, the two formations immediately turned due east and began to form a new formation.

Riquelme and Beretta flew two A-4 attack planes. Fly at intervals of fifteen hundred meters. Each A-4 was accompanied by two A-4C attack planes, and when it was still about 300 kilometers away from the target coordinates provided by the "Sky Eye," all six planes immediately made a dive maneuver, descending from a height of about 30 meters above sea level from a height of about 30 meters above sea level, and stabbing straight at the British task force in the southeast

At the same time, the Type 42 destroyer "Exeter", which was cruising around the periphery of the entire task force and serving as a guard for the entire fleet, rotated at high speed with the huge Type 956 anti-aircraft detection radar. Scattering enough radar waves to see through everything, on the twin missile launchers in front of the bridge. The two brand-new "Sea Javelin" anti-aircraft missiles have long been opened and are pointing at the sky;

The rapid-fire guns located in each aperture on both sides of the board are even more full, aiming the black and empty muzzles at the clear blue sky, coupled with the "Sea King" helicopter equipped with a low-altitude search radar not far away, flying back and forth, and the air defense strike fleet dozens of nautical miles away, the main force of the task force in the core area, and the "Sea Harrier" constantly whistling through the sky, the task force has instantly turned the task force into an airtight steel defense line.

"It's almost one o'clock in the afternoon, and in another three hours, if Argentina doesn't send planes over, then we will have a safe day!"

Colonel Mike Daniels, the captain of the "Exeter", looked at the quartz clock on the wall of the combat command center, said lightly with a hint of happy expectation, and then turned his head to the radar soldier Fox who had just turned to the "Exeter" half a month ago, and asked curiously:

"Mr. Fox, did you spot traces of Argentine missile attack aircraft before the Sheffield was sunk?"

"Yes, sir!"

The young soldier sitting on the radar console of the "Exeter" replied very simply, and he was none other than Chris Foster, a former radarman on the "Sheffield", because of his mastery of the radar system of the Type 42 destroyer and the successful capture of the traces of the Argentine missile attack aircraft before the sinking of the "Sheffield", Colonel Daniels applied to Rear Admiral Woodward to let Foster continue to work as a radar operator on the "Exeter".

Now, the "Exeter" is on guard duty for the west side of the entire task force, and looking at Foster's attentive appearance and skillful operation, Colonel Daniels only feels how prescient the decision of the dignitaries at that time was, after all, Foster is the only person in the entire task force who has used radar to capture Argentine missile attack aircraft!

"How is it, Mr. Sergeant, can you still remember the characteristics of that time?"

"I swear to God, sir, that I will never forget those two fleeting points of light in my life!"

"That's good, as soon as you find out, we'll fire, even if it's a fly, we won't let it go!"

"Yes, sir!"

Foster replied loudly, and then opened a pair of blue eyes wider, and the clear and delicate pupils kept moving with the refresh line on the radar screen, and at this moment, when the refresh line swept the entire radar screen again, two extremely faint bright spots suddenly appeared in the direction of due west.

It's just that these two bright spots disappeared in front of his eyes in the blink of an eye, waiting for the refresh line to sweep around again. The entire radar screen was calm again, but Foster could be 100% sure that these two fleeting bright spots were definitely Argentine combat aircraft. So he didn't think about it, so he reported in a loud voice:

"Alert, there is a suspicious target approaching our ship, due east, 60 miles away!"

Foster's report immediately made the "Exeter" combat command center fall into a high degree of tension, and the captain of the ship, Colonel Daniels, even raised his heart to his throat, rushed to Foster's side with an arrow, and asked anxiously:

"What are the specific directions and parameters?"

"The Argentines used ultra-low altitudes to penetrate the defense. It was right in our radar blind spot, and just now it could have been their operational error, but it was still too fast. It's too late to be sure!"

"These damn Argentines!" Colonel Daniels scolded, then picked up the air-to-ground intercom next to him and shouted loudly: "'Soushui', my missile needs to shoot Zhuyuan, please provide specific target directions!"

"We're just looking for targets. Only approximate distance parameters can be provided!"

Patrolling directly in front of the "Exeter". The report of the "Sea King" helicopter, codenamed "Soushui", was no different from the one provided by Forsted, which made Colonel Daniels's head dizzy, and he slammed the air-to-ground intercom on the console, and scolded hatefully:

"Shit!What's the use of these flying bugs?

Colonel Daniels scolded and scolded, but his mind was surprisingly clear, and because of this, he knew the urgency of the situation now, and the ship and plane were 60 miles together when Foster reported. With the speed of a jet, the Argentine is just a step away from being able to kill himself in the blink of an eye. So there was no time to delay in every second, so he asked Foster again:

"Is there any other way!"

"This"

Foster groaned for a moment, just as he was thinking about what to do, two shining points of light appeared on the radar screen, Foster saw this scene, and the scene on the "Sheffield" suddenly appeared in his mind, his hands almost subconsciously tapped wildly on the keyboard, and at the same time shouted with all his might:

"Missile attack aircraft, Argentine missile attack aircraft, due east, height of 400 meters, speed 430 knots"

"Prepare to intercept!"

At the moment when Foster finished reporting the specific parameters, Colonel Daniels also shouted out the long-accumulated order, and for a time the sirens sounded in unison on the entire "Exeter," and in a tense atmosphere, the firing procedure of the "Sea Javelin" was quickly prepared to be completed

"Missiles are coming!"

At the moment when the British "Sea Javelin" plunged into the sky, the radar alarms in the cockpit of the two A-4C attack planes of the two "hell" formations, which broke away from the large formation and jumped high, immediately emitted a piercing alarm

"Maneuver to dodge, release interference!"

The pilot of the long plane shouted loudly, and at the same time as pulling the joystick, he opened the interference platinum bar, only to hear "bang bang~~~", and the whole sky was instantly bloomed with two beautiful flowers, but this beauty lasted too short, because the anti-aircraft missile dragging white smoke had approached in front of them

"Boom~~Boom~~~"

With the two violent explosions, the debris fell to the sea, and the high altitude also restored its due tranquility, but in the ultra-low altitude, the fleet pilots who successfully used the cover of their teammates to complete the steering silently wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes, and faced the boundless fleet silhouette, and drove full horsepower, like a magic spear from hell, towards the heart of the British fleet, stabbing (to be continued). )

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