"This bastard!"

Cancun, the garrison command. In the command hall, there were rows of staff and communication officers, with a virtual screen placed in the middle, and volunteers from Incree were operating a military-level command system.

General Blüchel was jumping and cursing. On the light and shadow of the virtual screen behind him, a large wave of enemy troops marked with red were quickly approaching the blue Harrington fleet. The fleet's carrier-based helicopters were almost useless to the enemy's speedboats, and the fighter jets sent to support were also poor in their performance.

Everything seems terrible!

"Don't the Aurora Legion care about the future? Why are they so bold to come and bet with me, and they are putting all bets at once. What are the benefits of this kind of losing both sides to play?"

General Blüchel really wanted to get out of his head, because since the battle started for a few hours, all the bad news came from the radio. To be honest, the general really wants to negotiate now. He really hoped that he did not send the main force of the fleet out because his opponent was too cruel!

At this moment, in General Blüchel's heart, Victor Hugo was indeed a famous soldier. Whether he was to others or himself, the commander of the legion was extremely cruel.

Officers who command wars need to know some common sense, such as being very bumpy on a speedboat that is speeding at dozens of knots. This is much more exciting than a roller coaster, and the environment is much worse.

Hundreds of tons of speedboats keep rising and falling on the sea surface, which is actually a process of constantly smashing the sea surface. The impact is extremely great. Ordinary people will faint after hitting it twice. Even trained soldiers cannot withstand such rough treatment for a long time.

But the speedboat unit sent by Victor Hugo withstood the test of this cruel environment. The pursuit has been going on for more than five hours. No speedboat has been behind the scenes. The body of this unit that has taken the initiative to fall behind is so strong that it is amazing!

Not only are these excellent crew members extremely good physical fitness, but even their spirits are as tenacious as steel to fight against large ships. Not everyone has this momentum of dying. Moreover, under the continuous attacks of helicopters and fighter planes, no one is timid to retreat.

Although such a unit is poorly equipped, it is something that any commander is extremely eager for. No matter how good the equipment is, it must be operated by excellent soldiers. For example, the crew that came out this time is strong and fearless, and such soldiers are the best.

Under normal circumstances, a speedboat requires at least ten people to operate. Even if there are not many people required for a decisive attack, one needs to drive, one is navigation and communication, and the other is taking care of the turbine. These almost a thousand people are precious talents!

In comparison, Blüchel was in Cancun training fleet. There were only more than 600 crew members on the three Perry-class frigates, and the quality was mixed. No more than one-third of them could be called elite. Such a group of people were all the flesh of the general, and he was the family foundation he had established in the end of the world.

Victor Hugo was forced to death and sent four or five times more elites than Blüchel to die. The general just wanted to kneel down and beg: Rich, can we slow down? I won’t beat you anymore, return my fleet to me. I don’t want to fight a madman like you!

In Blüchel's view, the Aurora Legion's naval and coast guards only had about 300 speedboats, with a scale of 50,000 or 6,000 people. Now they are taking out the most elite troops, what should they do in the future?

Victor Hugo doesn't want to be scattered anymore, but Blüchel still wants to be scattered! Without the fleet, he, the old man, will be nothing.

Colonel Harrington, who was chasing the rush to jump over the wall, was now isolated and helpless. He could only report on the radio: "Sir, the enemy's speedboat has entered the missile range of our fleet. Please good luck."

At present, the three Perry class ships have not yet exerted their strength, they are just running away. Now, as the opponents who are not afraid of death are getting closer, Harrington, as the commander, naturally doesn't want to sit and wait for death.

The main weapons of the Perry class are missiles on the MK-13 launch frame, including the Standard-1 air defense missile and the Harpoon anti-ship missile. Both of these missiles can be used to deal with sea targets. One warship can only have forty missiles.

In addition, the Perry class also has 80 ammunition-producing MK-75 main guns, 76mm caliber, and a fire-control radar, and a high hit rate. A mk-38 25mm cannon, a dense array close-defense gun. Oh..., and two triple-mounted torpedo launchers.

It looks quite powerful, right?

But whether these things can deal with more than 300 speedboats is a question!

On the radar screen of the Brook, the densely packed speedboats were approaching from three directions. There was no hope for external support at this moment. Colonel Harrington, as the captain, could only order: "Start the harpoon and first knock down the group of speedboats that stopped us from home in the south."

In the colonel's calculations, the group of speedboats in the south poses the greatest threat. However, as long as they can break their blockage, the three Perry-class ships may still escape back to the port of Cancun. Therefore, he prioritizes the approaching enemies in this direction.

With the commander's order, the MK-13 single-arm launcher on the head of the three "Perry" class ships quickly rose into the sky, and three "harpoon" anti-missile missiles emerged from the string and flew towards the group of speedboats that had approached within 30 kilometers.

To be honest, with the industrial ability of the end of the world, a 'harpoon' is probably more expensive than ten speedboats, and the exchange is a big loss!

At a distance of 30 kilometers, the subsonic "harpoon" needs to fly for about two or three minutes. The "Perry" class has two fire control channels, and three warships fired six missiles in one breath. Accurate...

Wait..., I only hit four speedboats!

Six balls of explosions exploded on the sea, but only four targets disappeared. Colonel Harrington, who was already short of ammunition, was really a little impatient now. If the wolf pack was not completely eliminated, he would bite him to death sooner or later.

"What's going on?" The Colonel couldn't understand. When did the anti-ship missile not even kill a speedboat? The hit rate was less than 70%.

The missile launch officer in charge of fire control was also sweating profusely. After a long time, he guessed: "It may have been caused by electromagnetic interference and deception, and our missiles flew away two."

hat?

If this continues, people will die, do you know?

Colonel Harrington stepped forward and grabbed the neck of the fire control officer, cursed with blue veins on his face: "We must ensure the hit rate if we eliminate interference, otherwise we will not be able to withstand more than 300 speedboats. When they approach, we will be in trouble."

The fire control officer could only keep nodding, and then trembled to find ways to improve his hit rate. The second batch of six missiles flew out.

This time, the radar officer cheered: "All six targets disappeared, hahaha!"

Colonel Harrington had a hint of joy on his face.

The third batch of six missiles were fired, with six shots and five shots.

The colonel's face collapsed.

The fourth batch of six missiles were fired, with six shots and three shots.

The colonel's face was as gloomy as a demon.

The fifth batch,….

The sixth batch,...

There were fewer and fewer light spots on the radar, but fewer ammunitions were available on the warships. Everyone was worried and kept calculating the remaining ammunition and the remaining enemies.
Chapter completed!