The somewhat stiff but very rapid English made Ramamujam, the commander-in-chief of the fleet, frown immediately. He could hear the very obvious Korean accent in the words of the speaker. This immediately reminded him of Park Yantai, that damn fool. For that guy who was in a hurry, he must have no good impression of him. He hated all the Koreans.

However, although he hated these damn guys, his mind was still clear. He knew that fighting spirit at this time was actually the least behavior that should be done. Because everything in front of him was simply unknown. When he didn't know who was taking the upper hand, information became the most critical decisive factor.

The sound from the radio was obviously the source of the decisive information, so even though I had a lot of opinions, Ramamujam took the microphone and said calmly to the other party.

"I am Lieutenant General Rama Mujam Sen, the supreme commander of the fleet. What do you have to say!"

"Sir, we are pilots of the Air Squadron of the USS Busan aircraft carrier in the Indian-Korea Joint Fleet. We report to you. Please turn around immediately and don't continue moving forward. There is an abyss ahead of you. If you move forward like this, you will be wiped out!"

The sound from the radio station was hoarse and intermittent, but the overall meaning was clearly stated. However, after hearing this, Ramamujam's face changed and then said to them in a volatile manner.

"Abyss? What abyss? What about your chief? Let that guy Park Yantae talk to me!"

Ramamujam really couldn't believe its authenticity as to the current warning. In his opinion, this should be the delaying strategy used by Park Yantai, the idiot. He wanted to use this stupid lie to delay his actions and give him enough time. In other words, this bastard didn't even intend to leave a mouthful of soup for him.

This is naturally impossible for Ramamujam to accept, so he had no intention of obeying the warnings of these guys. The fleet was still chasing the wind and waves, or was held hostage by the huge waves of the waves, and their movements were not changed at all.

Seeing that the direction of the Indian aircraft carrier formation had not changed at all. The pilots who claimed to be the Busan Air Squadron all became sad and angry. The radio station could clearly hear their talkative and controversial Korean language. Although they couldn't understand what they said, Ramamujam could still guess a rough idea. They were just cursing themselves in different ways.

To be honest, if these pilots were their own men, then they would definitely let them understand what the majesty of the superiors is. It is not a minor crime to despise superiors in the army, but for Indians with clear hierarchy, this is even more a big or small thing. Small will naturally be left alone. Big but can take human life.

Because these people are Park Yantae's subordinates, he naturally cannot do anything to them. But this does not prevent him from counting all of this on Park Yantae. There is already a debt between him and Park Yantae, so he doesn't mind adding some interest to this debt.

The dispute between the Korean pilots was soon over. They had formed a unified caliber, which made Ramamujam hear such words soon.

"Sorry, Your Excellency Commander. Our fleet commander Park Yan-tae is dead! So, I'm afraid we can't let him talk to you again."

The first time he heard this, Ramamujam's first reaction was to look down at his watch. The day on the watch clearly showed that today was not April Fool's Day. So, these pilots should not be joking about him. But, did these words seem to be joking?

Although Park Yantai is a fool, his strength is real. It is the Seventh Fleet, the strongest overseas fleet of the Americans. All the equipment is not the best, but it is also top-notch. It can be said that just putting this fleet there can make some small countries frightened. Now, you actually told him that the commander of such a fleet died under heavy protection? Isn’t this a joke? What is this?

Ramamujam, who was very unbelievable or could not believe it, was shocked for a moment to lose his ability to speak. It was not until he was silent for a while and he sorted out his thoughts that he barely opened his mouth.

"Damn it, you are not kidding me. You know, spreading this kind of news will disrupt the morale of the army. If I find that you are lying, then you must go to the military court."

Half threat and half admonishment, Ramamujam just wanted to know the real answer. He thought these pilots would hesitate before answering him, but they did not hesitate at all.

"Sir, I'm not kidding you anymore. Our commander Park Yan-tae has indeed sacrificed. Not only him, the entire Korean fleet is over. We are the last survivors because we were in heaven at that time. But we can't be in heaven forever, so we want to seek refuge from you. Sixteen F/A-18 fighters request landing on your ship."

The request from the pilot was temporarily ignored by Rama Mujam because at this time he was already scared by the information disclosed by the pilot just now.

The Seventh Fleet was wiped out, and such news surprised him more than detonating a nuclear bomb next to him. You know, it was the Washington, the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier that the Americans were proud of. Such huge tonnage and advanced equipment are definitely the world's top combat fortress. To put it too exaggeratedly, even if a nuclear bomb explodes around it, as long as the equivalent does not exceed a certain limit, it may not be able to sink the aircraft carrier directly.

This is a weapon that any maritime soldier would dream of, even Ramamujam is no exception. Now someone told him that the famous Washington ship was wiped out with more than a dozen warships escorting it, and no one left behind. How could he believe that this would be true!

Ramamujam was still hesitating whether to believe what the pilots said, and before he could give a definite answer, a new voice inserted in.

It was a horrified cry, a desperate wailing on the verge of danger. Ramamujam could hear it very clearly. It was the voice of his confidant, the captain of a Shivarik frigate. He was reporting this situation to Ramamujam through the radio station.

"Sir, we encountered a waterfall. Repeat, sir, we encountered a waterfall. Damn, we didn't have time to retreat, our motivation could not even ask these damn currents. Bastard, I don't want to go, no, no, no..."

The scream of despair, followed by the sound of flowing water that had never been heard before, and the loud noise that shook the sky seemed to come from the abyss, sublimating the terrifying terror in the constant echo.

It was impacting Ramamujam's eardrum and his thoughts were hard. When he first heard what his subordinates said, he thought it was a malicious joke. Because no matter what, it was a bit unrealistic to appear on the sea.

That should not be something that will appear on the sea, it is a joke that will only appear in April Fools' most idiotic jokes. Ramamujam thought so correctly. But now he found that he was the most ridiculous idiot. Because the facts were in front of him, he just didn't want to believe it. Now, this stubbornness and ignorance have cost him. He lost his confidant and an important warship. What's more important is that he also brought himself into danger.

The Shivarik frigate is the first echelon of the aircraft carrier formation he belongs to and is his pioneer. Although it is a pioneer, the distance between them cannot be considered far. After all, the mission of the frigate is to protect the core aircraft carrier. If the distance is too far, it will not be so easy to respond to the beginning and end. They only maintain a distance of less than five nautical miles. This distance has been criticized by Ramamujam in the past, and he thinks that the distance is too far. But now, he can't help but curse in his heart, why can't the distance between them be farther?

Five nautical miles away, only five nautical miles away from the huge waterfall. Such a distance is too dangerous for slow movement and huge tonnage aircraft carrier space. So, at this time, he didn't care about anything else, but shouted directly at the radio station.

"Everyone, turn around immediately. Don't worry about the loss, run the full power for me, let's leave this ghost place immediately!"

The call from the radio station was public, so all the crew knew what was waiting for them in front of them. Even if they didn't know, the calls for help, howlings, and deafening splashes from the first echelon frigates had been told clearly enough about the truth of the matter.

No one will be unable to live with his own life, no one will think of burying himself in this foggy sea. They only want to escape and make great efforts for this purpose. This is reflected outside, the huge body of the Vikramatia is like a lame giant, rolling and crawling, turning its body, almost running behind it regardless of everything.

This is certainly a difficult thing. The rolling waves and currents wrapped around these warships, making it impossible for them to do what they wanted to do easily. However, the power of human beings is infinite. Amid the screams of the elimination of friendly forces, the crew of the Vikramatia burst out with amazing potential under the pressure of fear and survival. They led the lame giant. It allowed it to break free from all its constraints in the most unlikely situation and forcibly rushed out of the thick fog.

At this time, they suddenly realized that most of the friendly forces around them had disappeared. They were already buried in the sea, but they were powerless. No one could tell whether they were lucky or sad. (To be continued...)

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