Cancun, garrison headquarters. Rows of staff and communications officers are sitting in the command hall. A virtual screen is in the middle, and volunteers from the Enclave are operating a military-level command system.
General Blücher was jumping to his feet 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 had almost no impact on the enemy's speedboats.
It was ineffective, and the fighter planes sent to support had poor results.
Everything looks terrible!
"Don't the Aurora Legion care about the future? Why are they so bold to bet on me, and put all the bets on me at once? What benefit does this lose-lose strategy have to them?"
General Blücher is really scratching his head, because since the few hours since the battle started, all the bad news has come from the radio - to be honest, the general really wants to negotiate now. He really hopes that he
The main force of the fleet was not sent out because the opponent was too cruel!
At this moment, in General Blücher's mind, Victor Hugo was indeed a man of integrity despite his reputation. Whether it was towards others or himself, the legion commander could be described as ruthless and outstanding.
Officers who direct battles need to know some common sense. For example, being on a speedboat speeding at dozens of knots is very bumpy. This is much more exciting than a roller coaster, and the environment is much harsher.
Hundreds of tons of speedboats are constantly rising and falling on the sea. In fact, it is a process of constantly hitting the sea. The impact is huge. Ordinary people will faint after two hits. Even trained soldiers cannot withstand this for a long time.
rough treatment.
But the speedboat force dispatched by Victor Hugo has withstood the test of this cruel environment. Now the pursuit battle has lasted for more than five hours, and no speedboat has taken the initiative to fall behind - this force's
My body is incredibly strong, it’s amazing!
Not only are the physical fitness of these outstanding crew members superb, but their spirits are as tenacious as steel. Not everyone has this aura of disregard for death when using a small boat to fight against a large ship. Moreover, in the face of repeated attacks by helicopters and fighter planes,
Next, no one is timid to retreat.
Although such a unit is poorly equipped, it is what any commander desperately desires. No matter how good the equipment is, it must be operated by excellent soldiers. The crew members killed this time are strong and fearless. Such soldiers are the best.
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Under normal circumstances, a speedboat requires at least ten people to operate it. Even if a desperate attack requires not many people, a boat still needs a driver, a navigation and communication person, and a person to take care of the engine. This is almost a thousand people.
They are all valuable talents!
In contrast, Blücher's training fleet in Cancun only had more than 600 crew members on the three Perry-class frigates, and they were all mixed, with no more than one-third being considered elite.
This group of people are all the favorites of His Excellency the General, and they are his family foundation in the last days.
Victor Hugo was so desperate that he casually sent out elites who were four or five times more powerful than Blücher to die. At this moment, the general just wanted to kneel down and beg: Rich man, can we slow down? I won’t fight.
You, please return my fleet to me. I don’t want to fight with a lunatic like you!
In Blücher's view, the navy and coast guard of the Aurora Legion only have about 300 speedboats and 5,000 to 6,000 people. Now they just throw out the best troops among them and give them away. What will happen next?
manage?
Victor Hugo doesn’t want to mess around anymore, but Blücher still wants to mess around! Without the fleet, this old man is nothing.
Colonel Harrington, who was being chased so hard that he jumped over the wall, was now isolated and helpless. He could only report calmly on the radio: "Sir, the enemy's speedboat has entered the missile range of our fleet. Please wish us good luck.
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At present, the three 'Perry' class ships have not actually exerted their force, they are just running away. Now seeing the opponent who is not afraid of death getting closer and closer, Harrington, as the commander, naturally does not want to sit still and wait for death.
The main weapons of the 'Perry' class are missiles on the MK-13 launcher, including the 'Standard-1' anti-aircraft missile and the 'Harpoon' anti-ship missile. Both missiles can be used against sea targets.
The warship has only forty rounds of ammunition.
In addition, the 'Perry' class also has a MK-75 main gun with 80 rounds of ammunition, a 76 mm caliber, and a fire control radar with a high hit rate. A MK-38 25 mm
Machine guns, Phalanx close-in defense guns. Oh... and two triple torpedo launchers.
It looks like the weapons are pretty strong, 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 was no hope of external support at this moment. As the captain, Colonel Harrington could only order: "Launch the 'Harpoon' and destroy them first."
The speedboats from the south blocked our way home."
In the colonel's calculations, the speedboat group in the south poses the greatest threat. However, as long as their obstruction can be broken, the three Perry-class ships may still be able to escape back to the Cancun port. Therefore, he prioritizes dealing with the approaching enemies in this direction.
Following the commander's order, the MK-13 single-arm launchers on the bows of the three Perry-class ships soon burst into flames, and three Harpoon anti-missile missiles flew out of the bows.
A group of speedboats had already approached within thirty kilometers.
To be honest, with the industrial capabilities of the apocalypse, one 'harpoon' is probably more expensive than ten speedboats. This exchange is a huge loss!
At a distance of thirty kilometers, the subsonic Harpoon takes about two to three minutes to fly. The Perry class has two fire control channels, and the three warships fired six missiles at one go. Accurately...
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 running low on ammunition, was really a little frustrated now. If the wolf pack couldn't be wiped out, he, the tiger, would be killed sooner or later.
It can't be bitten to death.
"What's going on?" Your Excellency, Colonel, can't understand why anti-ship missiles can't even hit a speedboat? The 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: "It may be due to electromagnetic interference and deception that two of our missiles missed the target."
What?
People will die if this continues, you know?
Colonel Harrington stepped forward and grabbed the fire control officer by the collar, and cursed with blue veins on his face: "To eliminate interference, we must ensure the hit rate, otherwise we will not be able to withstand more than 300 speedboats. When they approach, we will be unlucky.
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The fire control officer could only keep nodding, and then tremblingly tried to think of ways to improve the hit rate. The second batch of six missiles flew out.
This time, the radar officer was on target, and the radar officer cheered and shouted: "All six targets have disappeared, hahaha!"
Colonel Harrington's face looked a little happy.
The third batch of six missiles was fired, and five of the six missiles hit.
The colonel's face fell.
The fourth batch of six missiles was fired, and three of the six missiles hit.
The colonel's face was as gloomy as a devil's.
The fifth batch,…….
The sixth batch,…….
There are fewer and fewer blips on the radar, but there are also fewer and fewer ammunition on the warship. Everyone is worried, constantly calculating the remaining ammunition and remaining enemies.