Rear Admiral Alan West aboard the USS Excellence left the CIC in the last half minute.

As a fleet commander, there is nothing more for him to do in the current situation.

At the moment when he saw three Huaxia fighters rushing towards the fleet, the rear admiral's brain almost went blank.

What appeared in front of him was the menacing figure of two A4 Skyhawk attack aircraft.

This gave him a sudden sense of returning to the vision of 15 years ago on the frigate Zeal.

What is even more outrageous is that the plane that flew over the aircraft carrier even threw two auxiliary fuel tanks into the sea when it left......

It's basically the equivalent of riding on the face and directly mocking.

But he didn't have anything he could do.

People are numb.

It took a few breaths for West to finally recover from his slump.

Fortunately, compared to the ground crews scattered on the deck, the major general standing motionless outside really has the demeanor of a big man who has collapsed in front of him.

He only hopes that this matter will not have too much impact on public opinion, otherwise he will not go further in the future, and I am afraid that he may not even be able to keep his current position.

It was only as soon as this thought came to him that he caught a glimpse of the Royal Cruise ship about 1 kilometer away......

Although the major general has not personally gone up, as long as you think about it, you will know that there will be a lot of good reporters on it.

He felt he had to do something.

Returning to the CIC, West's gaze swept over Colonel Dennis, who was also pale, and Lieutenant General Boise, who was silent with his head bowed although he didn't show anything.

In all fairness, given the tactical literacy and technical ability displayed by the six opposing aircraft, even if the two Sea Harriers had not been sent out for verification and dispersion under the premise that they could not open fire, the results would not have changed much.

The crux of the problem is that the first is that the Chinese side is completely unprepared for this, and the mentality of underestimating the enemy is quite serious, and the second is that the aircraft carrier is at the weakest moment when the four returning carrier-based planes have landed.

Thinking of this, the major general couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Without using radar throughout the whole process, the other side coincidentally seized the most chaotic critical moment when its own fleet was recovering planes and decks.

It can only be said that even God's is not on the side of the Royal Navy this time.

However, none of this delayed his plan to use some spring and autumn penmanship in the report, and put part of the blame, and preferably the main one, on Boise.

As for what offended the future First Sea Minister......

Laughing to death, let's not say that I may not be able to pass this level at the moment, and I don't have time to think about the future at all.

After such an incident, it is a question whether Boise can still be the first sea minister.

To offend is to offend.

The crux of the matter now is that he needs to enlist the support of another key person, Captain Dennis.

And there is also the need to try to save some of the Royal Navy's face.

West, who had calmed down a bit, retook command of the CIC.

Although his heartbeat and blood pressure are now off the charts, he must show a calm and calm appearance.

"Let the ships of the fleet report on the air defense situation just now."

This kind of confrontation that does not go off the rails, in fact, there is no doomed win or lose, the main thing is to fight one to see who can't hold back.

Because if the attacker really insists on flying over your fleet, it will be able to rush in after all.

It's just that if the whole process is locked under the locking of anti-aircraft fire, it is completely self-inflicted humiliation to play like this.

So the first thing that came to the mind of the rear admiral was to see if any of the ships in the fleet had completed the lock-on before the other side broke through.

As long as the radar infographic of the locked state is published, it will be the other party who will lose face.

However, there was still chaos in the fleet radio.

Most of the young commanders of the destroyers had not experienced the 1982 war, and many of them panicked in the face of such a scene.

And the Sea Javelins on the Type 42 destroyers are not able to react to such a close target.

After a few seconds, the major general finally received the first decent answer.

From the captain of the Somerset, Dosem Slater.

He said that the Type 910 guidance radar equipped with the Seawolf air defense missile was never able to lock onto the target, and it was barely able to complete the tracking until the other party was almost close to the visual distance, but due to the occlusion of other ships and the influence of sea clutter and electromagnetic interference, the signal was very unstable and would be unlocked after a few seconds.

Therefore, he switched to the manually controlled TV channel at the last moment, although it was too late to complete the optical tracking, but he finally captured the back of the other party in the aiming frame and left in style.

The captains of several other ships didn't even have time to make such a response, and watched almost the whole time of their aircraft carrier being almost.

West let out a long sigh and sat back in his chair a little dejectedly.

Tired, destroy.

Fifteen years on, the situation in the Royal Navy seems to be no different from that time......

Capturing the other party's back, not to mention that it was not locked at all, even if it was locked, at most it could only be regarded as "after-the-fact air defense"-

Someone else's attack has been completed, and in any case, it will be a blood loss on your own side.

"Inform Captain Slater that he must save the video and image material."

In any case, something is better than nothing.

On the other side of the Royal Cruise Ship, the riots caused by the two "bombs" just now continued.

After all, the plane that flew by the window just now also showed them the weapons they were carrying.

In fact, the current J-8C does not have the ability to attack the sea, and only two J-7 in the entire fleet symbolically carry an YJ-81 anti-ship missile.

It's just that most people can't tell the difference between fuel tanks, bombs, air-to-air missiles and anti-ship missiles.

Especially after not knowing who shouted that there was a bomb.

In those days, there were no mobile phones that could take photos and videos anytime and anywhere, and the cameras in the hands of Seward and Spencer did not have a camera function, but they still quite tacitly recorded the scene with photos and tape recorders, respectively.

Some people panicked, some people hid under the table with their heads in their hands, and some even rushed out to put down the lifeboats......

The various forms of living beings are undoubtedly revealed.

Seward even had a press release in his head.

It wasn't until about a minute later, when a more knowledgeable passenger squeezed over the stage in the center of the ballroom and shouted through a microphone that it was supposed to be just two fuel tanks and not a bomb, that the farce finally ended.

The men and women at the scene put their suits or dresses back on their bodies and returned to the banquet with a mood that was not yet calm.

Nothing seemed to have happened, except for the fragments of wine glasses and plates on the floor that had not yet been cleaned by the waiters......

At 17:48 on June 30, 1997, under the eyes of most of the passengers on the Royal Cruise Ship and Rear Admiral Alan West, the commander of the fleet, a J-8C fighter with the tactical number 81192 painted on the tail of the 81 Red Star swept past the Royal Navy aircraft carrier R06 Excellence in a way that almost passed by.

……

In the cockpit of the No. 12 plane, Wang Wei naturally didn't know that his act of dropping the two auxiliary fuel tanks almost triggered the Falklands PTSD of the commander of the opposing fleet.

It just feels so cool and transparent.

Ever since he went to the training base in Qingtang Province more than a month ago, when he heard that the British were going to send a fleet to provoke him at this time, he had been thinking about what he had to do to get out of this bad breath.

Now it's finally done.

Wang Wei glanced at his fuel gauge.

Due to a more fuel-guzzling ultra-low-altitude flight, the remaining fuel was already a little tight, so after leaving the range of the opposing fleet, he quickly led the fleet back to its normal cruising altitude.

"Yuejiang 10, how is the situation over there?"

After calming down his excitement a little, Wang Wei was also able to spare his energy to pay attention to the division commander who had attracted the attention of the opposing carrier-based aircraft.

"Yuejiang 12, everything is going well with us, we have been dealing with those two sea harriers for a while, they are not good, just now it should be a lack of fuel, and they escaped from the battlefield."

There was a slight gasp in the voice across the radio, and it was clearly not so calm.

And flying with a large overload is indeed a burden for a pilot of Tang Yiping's age.

In any case, the embankment was a near-perfect success at both the sea and air levels.

"Alright, mission over, regroup, ready to return!"

(End of chapter)