Chapter 1344 Suffering
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"This bastard!"
Cancun, Garrison Command. Rows of staff officers and communications officers sat in the command hall, and a virtual screen was placed in the middle. Volunteers from the Enclave were operating a military-level command system.
General Blücher was jumping and cursing. On the light and shadow of the virtual screen behind him, a large wave of enemy troops marked in red was rapidly approaching the Harrington fleet marked in blue. The fleet's carrier-based helicopters were almost useless against enemy speedboats, and the fighter planes sent to support them had a poor record.
Everything looks terrible!
"Don't the Aurora Legion care about the future? Why are they so bold to bet with me, and put all the bets at once. What good does this kind of play that hurts both sides have?"
General Blücher was scratching his head, because all the bad news had come over the radio since the first few hours of the battle—to tell the truth, now the General really wanted to negotiate. He really wished he hadn't sent the main force of the fleet out, because the opponent was too cruel!
At this moment, in General Blücher's heart, Victor Hugo is indeed a man with a reputation worthy of his reputation. Regardless of whether he was dealing with others or himself, the head of the legion was extremely ruthless.
Officers commanding war need to know some common sense, for example, it is very bumpy on a speedboat speeding at dozens of knots. This is much more exciting than doing a roller coaster, and the environment is much harsher.
The hundreds of tons of speedboats are constantly rising and falling on the sea surface. In fact, it is a process of constantly smashing the sea surface, and the impact force is extremely great. Ordinary people would faint after two hits, and even trained soldiers could not endure such rough treatment for a long time.
But the speedboat unit sent by Victor Hugo has withstood the test of this cruel environment. Now the pursuit battle has lasted for more than five hours, and none of the speedboats voluntarily fell behind. The body is unbelievably strong, it's amazing!
Not only are the physical fitness of these excellent crew members superb, but their spirits are also as tenacious as steel—with a small boat against a large ship, not everyone has the aura of facing death like home. And under repeated attacks from helicopters and fighter planes, no one was timid to retreat.
Although such a unit is poorly equipped, it is what any commander desperately desires. No matter how good the equipment is, there must be excellent soldiers to operate it. The crew members who have been killed this time are strong and fearless. Such soldiers are the best.
Under normal circumstances, a speedboat requires at least a dozen people to operate it. Even if there are not many people needed for a fatal attack, at least one driver, one for navigation and communication, and one to take care of the engine are needed on a boat. These almost one thousand people are all precious talents!
In contrast, Blücher was in the Cancun training fleet. There were only more than 600 crew members on the three "Perry" class frigates, and there were good and bad ones. No more than one-third of them could be called elite. Such a group of people are all the confidantes of His Excellency the General, and his foundation in the last days.
Victor Hugo was so anxious that he sent out elites who were four or five times stronger than Blücher to die. Your Excellency General just wanted to kneel down and beg at this moment: local tyrant, can we slow down? I won't fight you anymore, you give me back my fleet. I don't want to fight with a lunatic like you!
In Blücher's view, the navy and coast guard of the Aurora Legion are only about 300 speedboats and 5,000 to 6,000 people. Now people just take out the most elite troops among them for exchange, what should we do in the future?
Victor Hugo doesn't want to mess around anymore, but Blücher still wants to mess around! Without the fleet, the old man was nothing.
Colonel Harrington, who was being chased to the point of jumping over the wall, was isolated and helpless at the moment. He could only report calmly on the radio: "Sir, the enemy's speedboat has entered the missile range of our fleet. Please wish us luck. .”
At present, the three "Perry" class ships have not actually exerted their strength, they are just at large. Now seeing the opponent who is not afraid of death getting closer,
As the commander, Harrington naturally didn't want to sit still.
The main weapon of the 'Perry' class is the missile on the MK-13 launcher, including the 'Standard-1' anti-aircraft missile and the 'Harpoon' anti-ship missile, both of which can be used to deal with sea targets. But a warship has only forty rounds of ammunition.
In addition, the "Perry" class also has 80 rounds of MK-75 main guns with ammunition, 76mm caliber, and the fire control radar has a high hit rate. A MK-38 25mm cannon, Phalanx near-anti-aircraft guns. Oh... and two triple torpedo launchers.
Looks like the armament is quite powerful, right?
But whether these things can deal with more than 300 speedboats is a question!
On the radar screen of the 'Brooke', densely packed speedboats were approaching from three directions. There is no hope of external support at this moment. As the captain, Colonel Harrington can only order: "Launch the 'harpoon' to destroy the batch of speedboats in the south that stop us from going home."
In the colonel's calculations, the speedboat group in the south is the most threatening. But as long as they can break through their obstruction, it is still possible for the three 'Perry' class ships to escape back to the port of Cancun. So he gave priority to dealing with the approaching enemies in this direction.
And following the commander's order, the MK-13 single-arm launchers on the bows of the three "Perry" class ships quickly shot up into the sky, and three "Harpoon" anti-missile missiles flew out of the string and flew towards the The group of speedboats that have approached within 30 kilometers.
To be honest, with the industrial capabilities of the last days, one 'harpoon' is probably more expensive than ten speedboats. This exchange is a big loss!
For a distance of 30 kilometers, the subsonic Harpoon would take about two to three minutes to fly. The 'Perry' class has two fire control channels, and the three warships fired six missiles in one go. precise…….
Wait..., only four speedboats were hit!
Six balls of explosive flames exploded on the sea, but only four targets disappeared. Colonel Harrington, who was already low on ammunition, really lost his composure. If the pack of wolves were not wiped out, he, the tiger, would be killed sooner or later.
"What's going on?" Your Excellency the colonel couldn't understand, when the anti-ship missiles couldn't even hit a speedboat? This hit rate is less than 70%.
The missile launch officer in charge of fire control was also sweating profusely. After a long time, he guessed and said: "Maybe due to electromagnetic interference and deception, two of our missiles missed."
What?
If it goes on like this, people will die, you know?
Colonel Harrington stepped forward and grabbed the fire control officer by the neck, cursing with veins on his face: "To eliminate interference, we must ensure the hit rate, otherwise we will not be able to carry more than 300 speedboats. We will be unlucky when they approach. "
The fire control officer could only keep nodding his head, and then tried to think of ways to improve the hit rate, and the second batch of six missiles flew out.
This time, the radar officer cheered and shouted: "All six targets have disappeared, hahaha!"
Colonel Harrington's face was a little beaming.
The third batch of six missiles were fired, and five of six hit.
The colonel's face fell.
The fourth batch of six missiles were fired, and three of the six shots were fired.
The colonel's face was sullen like a devil.
The fifth batch,...
The sixth batch,...
There are fewer and fewer light spots on the radar, but there are fewer and fewer ammunition on the warship. Everyone was anxious, constantly counting the remaining ammunition and remaining enemies.
It's too painful!