The somewhat stiff, but very hurried English made Ramamunjam, as the commander-in-chief of the fleet, hear it, and his brows immediately furrowed. He could hear the very obvious Korean tone in the speaker's speech. This immediately reminded him of Park Yantai's damn straw bale. And for the guy who is a dog, he must not have a good impression in his heart. And those who hate the house and the black, he also hated all the Koreans.

Still, though I hate these damn guys. But his mind was still clear. He knew that at this time, the battle of wills was actually the most undesirable behavior. Because everything in front of you is simply unknown. When it is not clear who is actually gaining the upper hand, information becomes the most critical and decisive factor.

The voice coming from the radio was obviously the source of the decisive information, so even though there was a big opinion in his heart, Rama Mujam took the microphone and said calmly to the other party.

"I am the Supreme Commander of the Fleet - Rama Mujam. Lieutenant General Mori, what do you have to say! ”

"Sir, we are pilots of the aviation squadron of the USS Busan aircraft carrier of the India-South Korea Combined Fleet, and we report to you, please turn around immediately and don't move any further. There is an abyss ahead of you, and if you continue like this, you will be wiped out! ”

The voice over the radio was hoarse and staccato but the overall meaning was clear enough. It was only after hearing these words that Rama Mujam's face changed, and then he said to them uncertainly.

"The abyss? What abyss? What about your lords? Let Park Yeon-tae talk to me! ”

Ramammujam could not believe the authenticity of the warning at the moment. In his opinion, this should be a delaying tactic used by Park Yantai's idiot. He wanted to use this stupid lie to delay his actions and buy him enough time. In other words, this bastard doesn't even intend to leave him a sip of soup.

Naturally, this was something that Rama Mujam could not accept, so he had no intention of heeding the warnings of these guys at all. The fleet was still chasing the wind and waves, or rather, being held hostage by the great waves, and their movements did not change at all.

Seeing that the direction of movement of the Indian aircraft carrier formation has not changed at all. One by one, the pilots who claimed to be the Busan Air Squadron became indignant. On the radio, you can clearly hear their babbling and arguing Korean. Although he couldn't understand what they meant, Rama Mujam could still guess it. It's nothing more than cursing himself in a different way.

Seriously, if these pilots were his own subordinates, then he would definitely let them understand what the majesty of the commander was. Contempt for superiors is not a small crime in the military, and it is even more of a small matter for the hierarchical Indians. Small, naturally, is not enough. Big, but it can kill people.

Because these people are Park Yantai's subordinates, it is naturally impossible for him to do anything to them. But this does not prevent him from counting all this on Park Yeon-tae. There is already an account to be settled between him and Park Yeon-tae, so he doesn't mind adding some interest to this account.

The dispute with the South Korean pilots soon ended. They had formed a unified voice, and this was what Ramammujam was quick to hear.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, Commander. The commander of our fleet, Park Yeon-tae, is dead! So, I'm afraid we won't be able to get him to talk to you anymore. ”

The first time he heard this, Rama Mujam's first reaction was to look down at his watch. The calendar on the watch clearly shows that today is not April Fool's Day. So, these pilots should not be joking with him. It's just that these words don't seem to be joking?

Although Park Yantai is a straw bag, the strength under his hands is real. It was the Seventh Fleet, the Americans' strongest overseas fleet. All the equipment is not the best, but it is also top-notch. It can be said that just having this fleet there can make some small countries frightened. And now, you actually told him that the commander of such a fleet died under heavy protection? It's not a joke, what is it?

Rama Mujam, who was in disbelief, or simply incredulous, was so stunned that he lost the ability to speak. And it wasn't until he was silent for a while, after clearing his thoughts. He barely opened his mouth.

"Damn, you're not kidding me. You know, spreading this kind of news will disturb the morale of the military. If I find out that you are lying, then you will definitely have to go to court-martial. ”

Half threatened and half exhorted, Ramammujam wanted nothing more than the real answer. He expected the pilots to hesitate before answering themselves, but they didn't hesitate at all.

"Sir, I'm not joking with you anymore. Our commander, Park Yeon-tae, has indeed been sacrificed. It's not just him, the entire Korean fleet is finished, and we are the last survivors, because we were in the sky at that time. But we can't be in heaven forever, so we want to seek refuge from you. Sixteen F/A-18 fighter jets, requesting a landing on your ship. ”

The request from the pilot was temporarily ignored by Rama Mujam, because at this time he was already frightened by the information that the pilot had just revealed.

The Seventh Fleet was completely destroyed, and such news was even more surprising to him than the detonation of a nuclear bomb next to him. You know, it's the USS Washington, the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier that the Americans are proud of. With such huge tonnage and advanced equipment, it is definitely the top fighting fortress in the world. To put it mildly, even if a nuclear bomb explodes next to it, as long as the yield does not exceed a certain limit, it may not be able to sink the aircraft carrier directly.

It's a weapon that any soldier at sea can dream of, even Rama Mujam. And now someone actually told him that the famous USS Washington and the dozen or so warships guarding it were all wiped out, and not a single one was left. This made him how could he believe that this would be true!

Ramammoujam was still hesitant to believe what the pilots were saying, and had not yet waited for him to give a definite answer. A new voice interjected.

It was a cry of terror, a desperate cry of imminent danger. Ramammoujam heard it well, it was the voice of his henchman, the captain of a Shivalik frigate. He was reporting to Rama Mujam on the radio at the moment.

"Sir, we have encountered a waterfall. Repeat, sir, we met the waterfall. Damn, we're too late to retreat, we can't even get the impetus to please these damn currents. Bastard, I don't want to go, no, no, no......"

Screams of despair, then the sound of running water that had never been heard before, and the earth-shattering roar seemed to come from the abyss, sublimating into a terrifying horror in the constant reverberation.

It was pounding at Ramammujam's eardrums, and it was pounding at what he thought was his hard heart. When he first heard his subordinates' words, he thought it was some malicious joke. In any case, it is a little too unrealistic to have a waterfall above the sea.

It shouldn't be something that comes out of the sea, it's a joke that only appears in the most idiotic jokes on April Fool's Day. Rama Mujam was right to think so. But now he found out that he was the most ridiculous idiot. Because the facts are in front of him, it's just that he hasn't wanted to believe it. And now, this stubbornness and ignorance have already paid the price. He lost his henchmen and an important warship. And more importantly, he put himself in danger.

The Shivalik frigate, the first echelon of the aircraft carrier formations to which he belongs, was his pioneer. Although they are said to be pioneers, the distance between them is not far away. After all, the task of the frigate is to protect the core aircraft carrier, and if the distance is too far, then it is not so easy to echo the end to the end. They are probably only less than five nautical miles apart, a distance that has been criticized in the past by Rama Mujam, who he believes is too far. And now, he couldn't help but curse in his heart, why can't they be farther apart.

Five nautical miles, only five nautical miles away from that huge waterfall, such a distance is too dangerous for the slow-moving, huge tonnage space of aircraft carriers. Therefore, at this time, he didn't care about anything else, but shouted directly into the radio.

"Everyone, turn around at once. Leave the loss alone, get me running at full power, and let's get out of this place right away! ”

The call that just came from the radio was public, so all the crew knew what was waiting for them in front of them. Even if they didn't know that the cries for help, wails and deafening splashes from the first-echelon frigates that came from the radio at this time were already clear enough to tell them the truth of the matter.

No one will be unable to live with their own lives, and no one will think of burying themselves in this sea full of fog without knowing it. They only thought about running for their lives, and they made great efforts to achieve it. And this is reflected in the outside, that is, the huge body of the Vikramaditya is like a lame giant, rolling and crawling around its body, almost desperately running behind it.

Of course, this is not an easy thing to do, and the rolling waves and currents wrap around these warships, making it impossible for them to easily do what they want to do. However, the power of humanity is endless. Amid the screams of annihilation of friendly forces one after another, the crew of the Vikramaditya burst into an astonishing potential under the pressure of fear and desire to survive, and they led the lame giant with them. Let it break free from all restraints in the most unlikely situation and forcibly rush out of this thick fog.

And at this time, they suddenly found that most of the friendly troops around them had disappeared. They are already dead in the sea, and they are powerless. Lucky or sad, no one can tell.