The siege plan of "rushing up" does seem to be quite perverted.

But in any case, the meeting finally came to a conclusion; The topics that followed were less important in comparison. After the meeting secretary sorted out the records, the plan, which was marked as top secret and had no need to be kept secret at all, was roughly finalized, and then waited for the right time to carry it out.

In the face of the Russians, who have always relied on numerical superiority, they have to use air-sea tactics to deal with the battle, and if such a huge and unbelievable battle plan were sent to any air force general of other countries for review, they would feel that the Americans were definitely not facing humans, but raging demons from the zenith or hell.

Fighting more and fighting less, for the US Navy and Air Force, which is above the top, it can be regarded as abandoning the self-confidence that has always been abandoned; But it can't be helped, since the appearance of the "Caucasian Grim Reaper" in the sky of the theater of operations, the days of the Americans working hard in the shadow of the "flankers" painted with a red five-pointed star have continued day by day.

This time, no matter what, no matter what the cost, the crazy Russians must be eliminated quickly, otherwise this battle will simply not be able to be fought again!

……

The meeting is still going on.

Before you know it, the sky at sea has darkened, the rain mixed with the wind is pouring down on the sea, and the huge aircraft carrier is also shrouded in misty rain and fog.

The long joint meeting was rarely held in the afternoon at the moment when the war was tight; After attending the hotly debated operational discussion with the ship's officers, Vice Admiral Mitchell left the conference room and walked back to the captain's room, which was located below the main deck of the aircraft carrier, accompanied by the adjutant.

At such a bad time, Vice Admiral Mitchell did not intend to go to the bridge to watch the stormy scene that was rarely seen on land; The pouring cold rain, whipped and sprinkled on the unobstructed aviation deck under the strong wind, surrounded by gray-blue fog with extremely low visibility, the huge aircraft carrier seemed to have become an island in the sea, helplessly undulating and bumping in the stormy seas.

The experience of violent and turbulent storms, when he had just taken office as captain and commanded an 80,000-ton giant ship, also made him feel something and his heart was surging; But time flies, and now people of his age are no longer fit to experience the cold storm.

While chatting with the adjutant without a match, and from time to time raising his hand to the respectful officer who walked by in return with a slightly god-like military salute, the admiral's mind was entirely on his mind; It wasn't until he descended another gangway to the door of his private office that he said two implicit words before saying goodbye to his lieutenant.

"Lawrence. ――The preparation of the squadron, is it still smooth? ”

Hearing the general's inquiry, Colonel Lawrence subconsciously looked left and right, "Yes, General." When the storm has passed and the action is executed, our plan can be carried out smoothly. ”

"Good. Let's be patient for a few more days. ”

Raising his hand and waving goodbye to his adjutant, the general strode into his elegantly decorated office and took a seat behind a large desk. Reaching out to take the Wen Jiàn clip on the table, he thoughtfully looked at the pieces of printing paper inside, he habitually raised his hand to stroke his chin, and a gloomy look appeared on his face unconsciously.

What is this inexplicable war all about......

Just two months ago, a leisurely vacation on a tropical beach in Hawaii and chatting with old friends from the Pacific Fleet was quite a pleasant life in peacetime; However, now, back on the flagship of the fleet under his command, in this office without even a porthole, he can no longer face a gentle wife and obedient children every day, but cold steel bulkheads and boring battle reports.

Of course, this is not to say that Mitchell is a war-weary incompetent military man.

On the contrary, what has been bothering him lately, and which has led him to make those important decisions, is precisely the current bullshit war situation.

As a professional soldier and a senior commander of the Navy, he still does not understand how the unstrategic, idiotic battle plans issued by the Pentagon were formulated, and how they traveled across the ocean to command their front-line troops and died in vain under the guns of the Russians.

Are these high-paid, safe and secure wine bags and rice bags so pampered that they even throw away their basic strategic literacy?

Not to mention the previous fiasco in Central Europe and the tug-of-war in the air that is now unfolding in the English Channel, but the situation facing their aircraft carrier battle group in the eastern Mediterranean: the large-scale air offensive launched by the NATO air force in the southern part of the Soviet Union seemed to him, a seasoned commander who had more than a decade of integrated command of the sea and air of the immersion fleet and had actual combat experience in two local wars, to pure pipe dreams.

If the strategy of launching an offensive in the south, which is separated by the vast Black Sea and the Greater Caucasus Mountains, in an attempt to deal with that terrible polar bear, Hitler's Wehrmacht or Turkey's Muslim army could have done it long ago, and NATO would have been struggling here?

The core area of the Red Empire is still quite far away, the main battlefield between NATO and the Russians will always be in Central Europe, and the seemingly fat place of the Caucasus is definitely a meat grinder that is not satisfied.

This kind of shape that can be seen by a discerning person, why do decision-makers just turn a blind eye?

Sitting in a comfortable chair, Mitchell seemed to be able to see what NATO would encounter next: NATO ground troops who had gone through a lot of hardships, crossed mountains or crossed the sea to set foot on the Caucasus soil, fighting Russian soil far from the rear; Their logistical supplies were shattered by Russian artillery fire, and they were confronted by a mountain of Russian tanks, and it was not NATO warplanes hovering over them, but the overwhelming aerial killers of the Russians. The sight of being trapped in a hell like Stalingrad, desperately struggling in a sea of fire in a sea of endless street fighting, is not just an imagination, but a harsh reality that is likely to happen......

But what can he do?

Thinking of his previous speech at the joint meeting, Mitchell shook his head in disgust, he felt that many of his colleagues in this army were just like those idiots in the Pentagon, not only ignorant of the strength of the Russians, but also quite unmotivated and without a minimum sense of honor as a soldier.

-- Use the tactics of the sea of machines to deal with the Russian ace, this idea is up to them!

Faced with the near-bleak spectacle of war, the lieutenant admiral's countermeasure plan was decided: no matter how arrogant the Russians on the other side were, he, representing a group of high-ranking naval officers with similar views, would immediately sacrifice a killer weapon to return the favor.

If you use that kind of weapon......