On the ocean 60 nautical miles northwest of the Malvinas Islands, the "Sheffield" slowly sailed toward the coastline of the South American continent at a cruising speed of 12 knots.

The fierce Antarctic monsoon carried cold water vapor and blew the warship's flag to a loud sound, but the Type 956 long-range air warning radar hanging high on the No. 1 mast was still rotating at a fixed frequency, so that the vast airspace with a radius of nearly 300 kilometers centered on it was displayed at a glance on the radar display screen of the central combat command room of the "Sheffield."

In front of the flickering radar screen, veteran Royal Navy radar signal officer Steve Bush Murphy Major Smythen, holding a cup of freshly brewed coffee, while savoring it, stared intently at every move on the radar screen, although the hull of the ship swayed with the waves, but as a perennial living at sea, Major Smythen, who had long been accustomed to the rhythm of the waves, held the coffee in his hand steadily, like a magician, no matter how he shook it, he could find an excellent balance, so that the coffee in the cup would not spill:

"Foster, adjust the radar search range and expand it to two hundred miles!"

"Yes, sir!"

Foster, who was sitting in front of the radar console, was only nineteen years old, but he was also a well-trained radar soldier, and after hearing Major Smython's order, he quickly entered a command program on the radar control keyboard with both hands, and the power of the radar increased in an instant. The search range expanded to two hundred miles, and at that moment, a violent fluctuation like an electrocardiogram suddenly flashed on the screen of the electronic signal detection system next to it. Operator Booz immediately shouted:

"Sir, we're being illuminated by an unknown radar signal, and the signal is very strong!"

"Grab it, get your bearings!"

"Yes!" Bo Si replied, his hands crackling on the keyboard, but after writing instructions for a long time, there was no reaction on the screen. So he reported again:

"No, sir, I can't confirm the location of the signal! Judging by the frequency and peak of the signal, it should be a long-range warning radar arranged by the Argentine naval aviation, and the continuous beam is strong, sir. We've been discovered!"

Boss's face flashed nervous and uneasy. As a well-trained signal soldier, Bosi knew very well that being discovered by the enemy's radar was equivalent to exposing himself to terrible firepower, and because of this, Both's voice was a little out of tune, and he looked back at Major Smython with a nervous expression, but he didn't expect Major Smython at this time. But there was no panic or worry at all, but with a smug smile. Nodding:

"Nice, nice, well found, well found!"

"Did you find out?" Listening to Major Smython's words, not only Both, but even the radar operator Foster was so shocked that his jaw almost fell to the ground, although he was only nineteen years old, he was also a veteran of more than two years in the army, and he had participated in more than ten NATO-level joint exercises, and his familiar combat manuals and exercise experience told him,

If electronic countermeasures and maneuvering measures are not taken, their own ships will become targets for artillery attacks, but Major Smython, who is now the radar signal officer, does not care about the danger in front of him, but as if the discovery of the "Sheffield" is a good thing to be thankful for, such an unusual move can not make the two young British Royal Navy soldiers shocked and stunned!

Major Smython's sharp gaze like a falcon naturally saw what the two soldiers under him were thinking, and then his thin lips were slightly curled, revealing a smile that was richer than coffee, and pointed to a looming bright spot on the edge of the radar screen opposite Foster and asked proudly:

"Look, what's that?"

"This" Foster found out that after the radar expanded the search range, a very inconspicuous spot appeared at the edge of the detection, if you don't look carefully, you won't notice it at all, and at this time, after Major Smython pointed out, Foster's eyes couldn't help but stare at it, and then he tapped the keyboard twice, entered a command, and with the appearance of a series of characters on the screen, Foster couldn't help but exclaim:

"The 'Invincible', the 'Invincible', turned out to be the 'Invincible', but, how is it?" as he spoke, a bright light flashed in Foster's mind, and his eyes were also filled with incredible brilliance at this moment, and he was even more shocked and speechless:

"Sir, we, we're not going to carry out the 'trap' plan, are we?"

"We are implementing the 'trap' plan!" Before Major Smython could answer, an undoubted voice sounded behind them, and several people immediately turned their heads when they heard this, and when they saw the comer, including Major Smythen, they all stood up respectfully and respected:

"Captain!"

"Don't be so polite, gentlemen!" came none other than Colonel Salt of the Sheffield, whose face was now filled with a kind smile and shrewd eyes to look at everyone present:

"Three hours ago, Rear Admiral Woodward, commander of the task force, personally gave me an order to begin the implementation of the 'trap' plan, just as we practiced on the way to sail, using our 'Sheffield' as bait to lure the 'Super Flag' attack plane of the Argentine Naval Aviation.

"But, Mr. Captain, although this is done once and for all, it is very dangerous for us, and now our ships have been detected by Argentine long-range radars, and it is possible at any time"

"Mr. Both, please don't linger in the memories of NATO's confrontation exercises! You must know that the imaginary enemy of those exercises is the Soviet Red Navy. And now," Boss was halfway through his worried words, when Major Smython interrupted him, and a sneer of contempt appeared on his face:

"But it was the Argentine Navy, which did not even dare to leave its home port for half a step. A swaddling baby who doesn't dare to leave its mother's womb, Mr. Both, I don't know what else you have to worry about!"

"We're not worried about the Argentine Navy, but about their aviation!" Forster added worriedly: "Especially at low altitude and ultra-low altitude penetration, we still have a tricky deal to deal with!"

"Sir, you have a point!" this time it was not Major Smython, but the captain, Colonel Salter. I saw that he nodded to his soldiers very gentlemanly, and a look of appreciation appeared on his face, but the next moment. is covered by the same arrogance and conceit as ever:

"However, on the way to the voyage, the French Naval Aviation's 'Super Military Flag' attack planes carried out several joint exercises with us with 'Exocet' training missiles, and you must remember it vividly! What's more, our computer has already entered the radar signal parameters of the 'Exocet' missile provided by the French. Just release the interference according to the frequency. These missiles will become headless flies, but I don't think the Argentines will have such a chance, because the 'Sea Harriers' hiding on the 'Invincible' not far away will turn them into brilliant fireworks!"

"The captain is right, you are facing the Argentines, the Argentines who have not experienced war for hundreds of years, and now that we have obtained the right to dominate the sea, and then pull out their 'super military flag', the whole of Argentina will be completely a piece of cheese with the skin peeled. Cut as you want, gentlemen. Put your usual level of training to the fullest, and in a word, glory will always belong to the great Royal Navy!"

"Glory always belongs to the great British Royal Navy!" With the agitation of Major Smython, the officers and soldiers in the entire combat command room immediately cheered, and Foster and Booz also shouted loudly under the leadership of everyone, but at this moment, two fast-moving cursors suddenly appeared on the radar screen, and the entire combat command room also resumed a tense combat state at this moment. Releasing interference, the whole response process was as if it was conducting an exercise that had already been memorized, busy but not panicked, nervous but very orderly, seeing this scene, Colonel Salter did not show much joy, but stared at the constantly flickering large screen, his cheeks twitched, showing a cold smile:

"Now Argentines are only there to pray!"

"Boom~~~"

Ten minutes later, an Argentine Mirage 3 fighter in charge of escorting the ship was blown up by the British sneak attack "Sea Harrier" volley, and two "Super Military Flag" attack planes that were preparing to sneak attack the British warship did not bother to launch missiles in a panic, and threw them directly into the sea with the auxiliary fuel tank, actively turned around and fled the battlefield quickly, and the panicked pilot kept shouting:

"Sneak attack, sneak attack, we were sneak attacked"

"What about the missiles? Did the missiles hit the target?" Vice Admiral Beron, commander-in-chief of the Falklands front, who was sitting in the field headquarters, grabbed the intercom and asked hoarsely, but the answer was no longer the terrifying shouts of the pilots, but the explosions one after another

"It's over, it's over, Argentina is completely finished"

Lieutenant General Perón wailed, leaned over, and slumped in his seat, tears of sorrow flowed down his cheeks

In the evening of the same day, a new battle situation from the Falklands front line swept the front page headlines of the world's major media in an instant: The Argentine "Super Military Flag" attack aircraft fleet was almost wiped out!

Whoever reads this news will come to a conclusion: the Anglo-Argentine naval battle should be no longer in suspense (to be continued. )

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