Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

The commander of the Beja-class aircraft stared in horror at the poisonous spider that had been hit by the missile. At that moment, it felt as if someone had hit his head hard with a hammer. Everything went black before his eyes, his ears were ringing, and only one thought remained in his mind: It's over!

In this naval battle, the only one capable of breaking the deadlock was the Poison Spider, because its firing strategy was to use its 'high speed' to stay away from the battlefield and use the 'high attack' of its missiles to break the deadlock. When the Umbrella Fleet launched its attack, the commander knew that the two warships could not win, so his idea from beginning to end was to run away.

As the three Y-5 transport ships took off and began forcing the two warships to separate, he immediately ordered the Poison Spider to use its high speed to escape first. The 0 ships couldn't catch up with it. It only needed to face the three Y-5s. As long as it could delay the refueling and take off again to provide support from the air force, the Poison Spider would be completely safe.

In his plan, the speed of the venomous spider could easily last for an hour, which would be enough for the Su-22 to come to its aid.

At that time, the Venom Spider can carry out beyond-visual-range strikes against Umbrella's fleet. Even if it cannot hit Umbrella's ships like last time, as long as there is enough threat, it can cooperate with the Su-22 to protect its Petya-class ships from the battlefield.

He never expected that Umbrella Corporation would have anti-ship missiles!

No, the two sides have been fighting for so many years, he knows them too well. The only outstanding point is their fierce firepower. This time, the enhanced version is already exaggerated. How could there be another missile ship version?

Is this still 0?!
What puzzled him even more was whether his neighbor had gone mad.
The newly developed model was handed over to a 'foreigner' instead of arming ourselves first. Isn't that insane?!

Neighbor: Is it that I don't want to develop it? It's that I don't have the money!
He really wanted to grab his neighbors by the collar and ask them, "Even in our corrupt state of Annam, we've never done anything like this. What are you thinking?!"

If he had another chance to ask, Wang Yaotang would have mocked him mercilessly, saying that "you can't talk about ice with a summer insect," implying that he was despicable and thought everyone else was just like him.

My hometown has mountains of technology and research and development; all it lacks is someone to invest in putting it into practice.

For his hometown, he was merely helping the country with testing. His hometown needed to draw inspiration from the actual use of these warships and then transform it into something more advanced...

drawing.

Two cannon shots jolted the Annamese commander out of his despair. He shook his head violently and roared, "Retreat!"

As for South Wei Island...

When disaster strikes, pray for good fortune.

He doesn't even know if he can escape!

"Quickly! Activate the jamming radar!" the commander immediately ordered. "Prepare to replace the chaff and jamming missiles."

Just as the order was given, three Y-5 transport aircraft turned around and blocked the direction heading towards Hu Zhiming's base. The lead Y-5 even climbed to about 1500 meters and then aggressively rushed into the 3000-meter strike range of the Bejia-class aircraft.

As soon as I entered the bombing range, I took a quick aim and immediately pressed the bombing button. Then I pulled the control stick sharply and turned to run.

A chain of bullets whizzed past me from behind.

It's not actually that dangerous.

Even hitting ships within a 3000-meter range is not very successful, let alone hitting aircraft with an actual range of up to 4500 meters and a speed of about 260 kilometers per hour at an altitude of 1500 meters.

The three bombs screeched as they flew through the air, and everyone on the Petya-class aircraft carrier who witnessed this scene felt their hearts leap into their throats.

While aerial bombs have a surprisingly low hit rate, their explosive charges are enormous. The effects of a hit are unimaginable; they would at least wipe out the upper deck, something a light frigate like the Beja-class could not withstand.

The only thing to do now is to quickly adjust the course to avoid crashing straight into it. Even deviating by 10 meters would be good. The rest is up to luck, and most people have started to close their eyes and pray.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Three explosions sent up columns of water dozens of meters high, and the shockwaves made the Beja-class aircraft shake, but thankfully it wasn't actually hit. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but then another Y-5 swooped down.

The spiral churned the air, making a 'whooshing' sound as if it were loudly mocking, "You're celebrating too soon!"

It's the same old routine: climb, dive, drop bombs, and run away.

All Beja could do was send it off with anti-aircraft machine gun ammunition belts, and then pray that it wouldn't get hit.

Three aircraft, three dives, forced the Petya-class ships to slightly deviate from their course. The enhanced artillery behind them closed in even closer, while the two 0 ships that had just finished encircling the Venom Spiders also rushed up from the side.

In the sky, the Y-5 transport aircraft, having completed its bombing run, turned around and headed towards the aircraft carrier to land, refuel, and replenish its ammunition.

A dozen minutes ago, we discovered that the Annamese had been transmitting radios. Without a codebook, we couldn't decipher what messages they were sending, but we couldn't escape the rescue plan.

But at this point, the only aircraft capable of providing rescue at the Su-22 level are left.

Before the Su-22 arrives, the Y-5 will naturally drop bombs like crazy, just in case it gets lucky and hits one.

The two remaining YJ-8 missiles on the missile ship can be used at any time, so there is no need to rush. In Wei Jinzhong's vision, it would be best if one shell could hit the enemy ship's superstructure and destroy or damage the radar on it. After that, the anti-ship missiles would be the only option!
The Annamese commander was in a hurry, but he told himself he couldn't rush things. The Su-22 needed time, but those propeller planes in the sky weren't giving him any time!

The aircraft carrier is only 40 kilometers away. It will only take these fly-like things 20 minutes to reload and fly back. Every five minutes, six bombs will fall from the sky to test their luck. At this rate, no amount of good luck can withstand it!
Just as they were getting anxious, a loud "boom" exploded in their ears, and a fireball burst out outside the porthole. Even standing in the ship's superstructure, they felt their bodies swaying. In an instant, the commander's face turned pale. He had been hit.

I kept my eyes closed for several seconds, but the pain didn't come. When I opened them, I saw that everything in the command room was fine, except that a few people who had just been standing had fallen to the ground.

It's not an aerial bomb!

Soon a voice came through the communication channel, "Captain, the deck has been hit."

It's artillery! The commander swallowed hard, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and glanced at his watch. Why the hell is time passing so slowly?!
……

At Hu Zhiming's sea fungus base, Ruan Wenhai got out of the car and immediately asked anxiously, "How is the battle situation at sea?"

The person he was questioning looked displeased, and Ruan Wenhai's heart skipped a beat. "Speak!"

"Our neighbors are really wicked. They secretly handed over the latest warship to a businessman, which caught us completely off guard. We never expected this."

Nguyen Van Hai gritted his teeth, his facial muscles twitching. These words were telling him that they had suffered another defeat, and a considerable one at that.

"What new warship?"

"Frontline reports indicate that they have developed two new models based on the 037. One model has replaced the two twin 57mm naval guns with a single twin 100mm naval gun. The other model has undergone even greater modifications, imitating the Tarantula-class missile ship and also equipped with four anti-ship missiles."

Nguyen Van Hai stopped in his tracks and stomped his foot angrily. This was to tell him that the Bie Jia-class was still intact and could communicate, but the Poison Spider was gone, sunk by the enemy's anti-ship missiles.

Taking a deep breath, Nguyen Van Hai told himself that no matter how angry he was, it was no use. What was done was done, so he should think about how to clean up the mess.

Seeing that the general understood his meaning and could remain calm, the chief of staff breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Nguyen Van Hai had just taken two steps when he suddenly realized that his chief of staff hadn't followed. He turned around and saw a conflicted expression on the chief of staff's face, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Is there even worse news?" Nguyen Van Hai's eyes widened.

I didn't dare tell myself all at once, afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it.

"They have an aircraft carrier!"

Ruan Wenhai's expression stiffened, and he tilted his head slightly as if he hadn't heard clearly. "Say it again, what is it?"

"Aircraft carrier," the chief of staff said, bowing his head.

Nguyen Van Hai's vision went black and his body began to sway. The chief of staff rushed forward to support him, "General, General!"

It took several calls for Nguyen Van Hai to recover. He raised his hand and pressed on the chief of staff's shoulder, asking in a weak but stern voice, "How could they possibly have an aircraft carrier? Where did they get an aircraft carrier? Who said that? Why didn't they tell me before!"

"The news brought back by the Su-22 is that when they went to provide support, they discovered the enemy's aircraft carrier. They even attempted to launch an attack, but the enemy's new warships were equipped with anti-aircraft missiles, and they were almost shot down..." The chief of staff thought to himself that it was fortunate he hadn't mentioned it earlier, otherwise he might be in the hospital by now. "As for why it wasn't reported before, it's because when Nanwei Island was attacked, their fleet wasn't seen. At first, we just thought that Umbrella had secretly built an airport on a nearby reef for transit during previous harassment. Those biplane propeller planes are the Y-5 transport aircraft developed by our neighbor in the 60s. They have a flight range of only 800 kilometers and very low requirements for airport runways. A 180-meter runway is enough for takeoff and landing. Wang Yaotang had quite a few of them before, and they were used in neighboring Siam."

"We've never heard of our neighbors building an aircraft carrier. There are only four countries in the world that can build aircraft carriers. If the Su-22 hadn't found their fleet and seen it with our own eyes... we've never thought about it in that direction."

"How could they have an aircraft carrier? How could they build an aircraft carrier..." Nguyen Van Hai kept muttering to himself, his face full of disbelief.

What he couldn't understand even more was, had his neighbor gone mad? Giving a new warship to a private individual was one thing, but selling an aircraft carrier to a private individual was... unbelievable!

Ruan Wenhai was at a loss for words to describe this insane behavior; it was incomprehensible, utterly incomprehensible!
The Umbrella Corporation has aircraft carriers, how the hell are we supposed to fight them!
He had previously thought that even if they were defeated this time, there was still a chance to salvage the situation. At worst, he could temporarily abandon the confrontation with his neighbor, let the Russian troops temporarily replace them, and mobilize his main fleet to fight against the Umbrella. A private individual could not possibly contend with the entire power of Annam.

But Umbrella Corporation has aircraft carriers, so no matter how many warships they send out, they're just feeding the enemy!

No, Umbrella's aircraft carriers have flaws; their carrier-based aircraft are just those outdated, old-fashioned transport planes!
In an instant, Nguyen Van Hai realized that it wasn't true...

But in an instant, he realized it was useless.

This isn't about whether the Y-5 transport ships are advanced or not, or how much damage they can inflict on warships; it's about strategic overwhelming force.

The Umbrella could send planes to attack their fleet at any time, and while the fleet could maintain a high state of alert for a day or two, it couldn't be on high alert forever, especially at night.

In the pitch-black night, it is impossible to hit a fast-moving aircraft with the firing data provided by the fire control radar alone. Without the assistance of an optical sight, what is the difference between this and blind firing?

It's pointless to repel them once or twice; if the enemy succeeds in attacking them even once, his fleet will be severely damaged.

The existence of aircraft carriers makes the protective umbrella invincible!
Unless the Russians sell them more advanced warships, but that's at least several years away, which is enough time for Umbrella to build a solid base at sea.

No matter how he calculated it, he couldn't think of a way to break the deadlock for a while.

Doesn't this mean that Annam's illegal occupation of islands and reefs since 75, spanning 13 years, has resulted in all its investments going down the drain?
He couldn't handle this blow!
"Go to the conference room and call a meeting with everyone!"

At sea, it was originally a 5 against 2, with the other side also having an aircraft carrier. Now it has become a 5 against 1. He has no hope for the Beja-class, after all, it is a frigate designed for anti-submarine warfare rather than anti-ship warfare.

He now needs to determine how to deal with the naval defeat and the loss of Nanwei Island, which was only partially completed.

Fight back?

Or should we cut our losses immediately?

……

South China Sea.

The Beja-class was like a small boat adrift in a storm, bombs falling from the sky every 5 minutes and powerful artillery fire all around it. Although the distance between the two sides was still about 15 kilometers, the enemy's shots became more and more accurate, and the ship had already been hit three times.

A secondary gun shell was blown away, and the radar equipment on the superstructure was damaged to varying degrees and was in imminent danger!
Upon receiving an enhanced report from the front that the enemy ship's superstructure had been hit and appeared to be damaged, Wei Jinzhong did not assess the extent of the damage but immediately ordered the missile ship to launch missiles.

With a "whoosh," the YJ-8 missile soared into the sky at an angle. Within seconds, the booster detached, the main engine started, and the missile accelerated to a height of several hundred meters before rushing toward the direction of the Beyja-class missile.

When the missile closed the distance to about 20 kilometers, the terminal guidance radar was activated and locked onto the target. The missile rapidly descended its altitude, skimming the sea at an altitude of about 20 meters, and quickly accelerated to subsonic speed, rapidly approaching the target.

At the same time, the three Y-5 transport aircraft stopped dropping bombs and instead circled in the nearby sky, waiting for the YJ-8 strike to take effect.

The missile was only detected when it approached within 10 kilometers of the Beja-class radar. Perhaps because of the previous detection of the "Poison Spider" radar, the radar operators were prepared this time and reported the approaching missile immediately.

But they only reported a distance of 10 kilometers; they didn't know exactly how long it would take for them to catch up...

I haven't received any training in this area, and besides, my legs were shaking and my mind was blank at that moment, so it was impossible for me to come to a conclusion.

The commander of the Petya-class battleship couldn't care less about anything else. He randomly counted to 10 in his head, not even sure if he was counting too fast or too slow, and roared, "Launch chaff and jamming missiles!"

"dong dong dong"

Bunches of foil were launched, forming a large cloud of interference in the air.

The Y-5 pilot in the air kept an eye on the enemy warship and immediately determined that the chaff had been fired too early. It was unclear whether it could interfere with the missiles, but the information was reported to the command ship immediately.

"Target enemy ship, launch missile!" Wei Jinzhong gave the order again without hesitation.

The boss is rich and doesn't care about spending a little more on missiles.

Damn, it's good to be rich!
"Whoosh!" Another HAW8 missile was fired.

Perhaps it was luck, but the first YJ-8 missile actually flew straight towards the chaff cloud, saving the Annamese from disaster. Without hesitation, three Y-5 transport aircraft simultaneously swooped down and dropped 18 bombs in just two or three seconds.

The bomb screeched as it flew through the air. This time, the Beja-class's luck had finally run out, and a bomb hit the main gun turret at the bow of the ship squarely.

"boom!"

A massive fireball exploded at the bow of the Bejia-class ship, instantly ripping off the turret armor like wreckage. The shockwave forced the bow of the Bejia-class ship to plunge heavily into the sea, blasting away half of the bow. Broken parts and debris scattered like petals in the shockwave.

Several bulletproof glass observation windows on the ship's superstructure were hit by parts, resulting in fine, snowflake-like cracks. In some places, the glass was even pierced through. Broken metal fragments, along with shards of glass, riddled the people behind the observation windows with holes, splattering blood and flesh everywhere.

The Beja-class ship began to rock violently up and down, and a large amount of seawater poured in through the damaged bow. Everyone on board was thrown out as if they were on a bungee jump, suffering severe head injuries or even death.

The exposed radar antennas on the superstructure were like vegetation struck by hail, battered and tattered, completely rendered useless.

The three Y-5 pilots in the sky roared in unison upon seeing this, punching the air fiercely. Damn it, they had dropped over a hundred bombs, and finally, they were hit once!
That's awesome!

Solve the problem in one go!

Now there's no need to rush back. After circling in the sky, they stared at the YJ-8 flying over the sea. The Bejia-class aircraft had been severely damaged and had nowhere to escape this time!

As expected, the YJ-8 missile did not react when it approached the Petya-class destroyer. It simply continued forward due to inertia. At the end of its flight, the missile was only 5 meters above the sea level when it slammed into the Petya-class destroyer's side.

The YJ-8 warhead, weighing 165 kg, features a semi-armor-piercing high-explosive design. After penetrating the side deck, it rushes into the cabin. Two or three seconds later, the RDX-mixed aluminum powder explosive detonates with a roar, and flames erupt from the inside, instantly tearing the Petya-class ship in two!
"Brilliant!"

"Well done!"

Everyone who witnessed this roared in fury as the Annamese's last warship was also taken away.

Won!

Three Y-5 transport aircraft drew an '8' shape in the sky to celebrate. If Wei Jinzhong hadn't told them that the radar had detected an aircraft approaching at high speed, the three of them wouldn't have wanted to come back.

Just come!
Who is afraid of whom!

The Y-5 accelerated toward the aircraft carrier, not out of fear of the Su-22, but to give the air defense missiles on the 05 a chance to make a difference!

After the Su-22 flew to the nearby airspace, it immediately saw a warship burning and sinking.

Are you not from Annam?

Surely not?

Damn it, how come all the warships are still intact?!
You bunch of idiot sea mushrooms, do you eat shit?! (End of Chapter)