At 13:00 pm, 9 hours before the confrontation officially began.

Medellin, floating on the sea, had been picked up by the lifeboat sent by the other party. After that, the two sides tacitly entered a radio silent state. The two fleets of ships, which were originally only 200 nautical miles, began to break off contact. The radar signal disappeared, the electromagnetic shielding system was started, and satellite tracking was gradually lost. An hour later, the two aircraft carrier formations were invisible in each other's field of vision.

From the official contact between the two sides and the standoff, the intensity of the confrontation continued to rise at a speed visible to the naked eye. After the loss of the first fighter jet in the Ugly Kingdom, the nature of the confrontation suddenly changed.

This is no longer the kind of peaceful confrontation that everyone knows.

Both sides had put their hands on the trigger.

The No. 002 formation began to maneuver to the predetermined combat position at the extreme speed. All early warning aircraft on Yongxia Island were launched. The H-20, which was originally performing combat readiness cruise, turned away from the confrontation waters, and all coastal air bases entered level one combat readiness. Even some deep wells deep in the hinterland of the mainland have uncovered their manhole covers.

Gao Fei had already returned to the aircraft carrier by flying his fighter plane. The carrier-based aircraft wing command criticized him severely, but did not impose any restrictions. A few minutes later, after the fuel was refilled, he returned to the plane and was on standby.

Everyone is waiting for a signal.

Wait for the signal that this all begins or ends.

......

The USS Reagan aircraft carrier formation, the USS Reagan aircraft carrier command room.

Medellin, who was just back, was telling the story of his crash. He was wrapped in a blanket, his face looked panicked and his tone was trembling.

However, this panic was not because he was still immersed in the fear of being shot down, but because he only realized how terrifying the consequences of his crash would have.

It would have been great if I had persisted.

It is obviously an altitude of 1,500 meters, and the overall structure of the aircraft has not been destroyed. As long as he persists for a few more seconds, he will actually be able to re-control the aircraft and return to the altitude after the flight control system is restored.

But he hadn't experienced such time for too long. Panic made him lose his judgment, and his conceit of his own value made him lose his will to sacrifice. So he made such a wrong choice.

----Maybe it may not be a mistake?

After all, I survived.

As long as you are still alive, the losses will be within a range that you can bear.

And if there is a one in ten thousand chance that he will crash and die on that sea, I am afraid that the thing he is worried about will have already exploded at this moment?

Thinking of this, Medellin felt a little better. He put down the cup containing hot tea, looked at the commander in front of him, and asked:

"Is the war going to start?"

The commander shook his head and replied:

"I don't know. Now, we are waiting for the order from our superiors."

......

On the other side of the sea, the white house.

Everyone had already received news of the crash at sea and received the latest feedback from Medellin. Everyone sat around the small office, and those without seats could only stand.

This scene is almost exactly the same as when they were commanding a special force to break into the Irag at a long time and accomplishing the goal they had planned for a long time.

The only difference is that at this time the big screen displays far more than the information of a special forces, but the location and combat readiness of all their military bases around the world, all maritime fleets.

“…The situation is very clear and we have to make decisions.”

"The facts are right in front of us: we lost a fighter plane."

"Now, the other party has completely entered a state of combat readiness, and the fate of the entire world is in our hands."

"We have received a note from the other party's senior management, and the other party clarified that this was just an accident."

"But for us, there is no surprise -- in fact, they didn't treat this as an accident at all."

"Gentlemen, ladies."

"The fate of this world will be decided within the next five minutes."

Hearing his words, the old man sitting in the middle was slightly lost.

When was the last time this happened?

Is it that missile crisis? Or that maritime confrontation?

During those crises, every time someone stood up to turn the tide and brought back the human beings who were about to die back. What about this time?

Will you be this person?

The old man sat quietly on the chair, his eyes swept across the same silent people, and for a moment he could not speak.

He is tired.

For an old man of his age, it is really too difficult to bear the fate of a world.

......

In the Ryukyu sea area, the Izumo destroyer.

Hiro Yamamura had already received news of the Chouguo F-35c crash, and also noticed that all the opponent's troops had entered radio silence and had left the contact range of his own ships. At this moment, he had already recognized the outcome of the confrontation.

He no longer cares about how the situation will develop next, and he only believes in one thing:

The time to take sides has arrived.

As for who to choose?

The answer is obvious.

In fact, in the initial strategy, they had decided that even if China is at a slight disadvantage in this confrontation, as long as it is not a collapsed disadvantage, they will definitely choose China.

And the reason is also very simple.

Heaven is too far away and rabbits are too close.

Looking at the Ugly Fleet that was gradually moving away from the radar screen, he picked up the phone in the Izumo command room, then connected a number, and sent a crucial message.

He didn't know if the news would eventually work.

----Perhaps the rabbit has more information than it has, but it doesn't matter, because it's just a letter of fame.

From today on, from now on, if the world can continue to exist, then your country will probably have another master.

.........

In a small building on the country of Xiong, Moskou, the man was calmly drinking the spirits in his cup.

He actually did not have the habit of drinking, but when facing such a critical juncture of great changes, he felt that he needed to take a sip, even if it was just for the sense of ritual that seemed a bit ridiculous to him.

Just half an hour ago, he issued an order to enter nuclear combat readiness to the North Sea Fleet. The four North Wind God-class nuclear submarines had all penetrated under the ice of the Arctic Ocean and were silently sailing towards the predetermined waters.

They do not know their purpose or their tasks yet, but they know that the next order they receive must be the order to destroy the world.

On the submarine, no one would want the prompt sound of the long-wave communication system to sound, just as the man didn't want the red phone in front of him to ring.

According to the agreement with the East, if everything is safe, the next call will be after 8 pm on the other party’s time.

And now, there are still 7 hours left before that time.

The wine in the cup is almost gone.

.........

Medellin stood on the deck wrapped in a blanket, the warm sea breeze blew his body, which made him feel a little hot. He threw away the blanket and paced back and forth on the edge of the deck in a T-shirt that was out of place with the soldiers around him.

The atmosphere on the deck was extremely tense, and all the planes on the takeoff runway had already started to warm up the engine. With just one order, they would rush into the air with those terrible weapons, and then tilt them onto the enemy's heads with unstoppable power.

He had fantasized about such a scene countless times since the first day of joining the army, and he always felt that it was a dreamy and magnificent scene.

But when it came to this day and at this moment, he had no intention of appreciating it.

His thoughts floated involuntarily, floating in his fiancée who was thousands of miles away.

----By the way, there is also the petite island woman in Yokosuka Port.

Can they survive?

Or, will they live longer than themselves?

He couldn't think of an answer to this question.

So he became more anxious, but in this anxiety, he suddenly found something strange on the deck.

It was a red, dazzling, intermittently flashing bright spot.

The people around seemed to have not noticed this highlight. Medellin walked forward curiously, put his hand in the position where the highlight appeared, and waited for more than ten seconds before the highlight appeared again and caused severe burns to his skin.

“shit!!!”

Medellin suddenly retracted his hand, and he recognized that this was the highlight of the laser guide, but where did this highlight come from?

missile?

This is impossible, because so far, the Aegis system has not responded to anything.

He looked up at the sky in confusion, and after several seconds, he remembered to report the situation to the fleet commander. When the other party followed him to the deck, the highlight had begun to move on the deck and etched into a crooked trajectory.

The commander-in-chief of the fleet looked at all this silently. He seemed to realize something, and his eyes also looked at the higher and higher sky.

......

Hawaii Island.
To be continued...