Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 351 Interception
The first mate issued orders in a stern voice, and everyone was threatened by guns. Although no one fought back, no one took any action either.

The first mate's face was extremely grim. He suddenly shouted, "World War III has begun! Mushroom bombs have destroyed the Rice Palace! The Pentagon has ordered us to retaliate immediately!"

Everyone was stunned. What's wrong with this guy? Has he gone mad?

The first mate, like a clown, kept repeating this phrase over and over again.

Before long, everyone was affected by the hallucinogen, their consciousness gradually blurred, and they slowly became immersed in their respective roles.

The communications officer shouted excitedly, "Lost contact! How did the Octagon lose contact? 343 calling base, base please respond... Miyakono, 343 calling Miyakono... Lost contact, all lost contact!"

The helmsman stared blankly: "Is Milijian finished? Is Milijian finished!"

The radar operator looked lost, his hands covering his head as he remained silent.

Everyone was affected by the phagocytic toxin, but everyone reacted differently, including the first mate.

In his illusion, the first mate imagined himself as the captain. The repeated self-suggestion left a very deep impression on his mind, and he ordered without hesitation: "All ships, enter combat readiness and launch a counterattack immediately!"

"No!" The officer on duty also adopted the protagonist's perspective. "We've only lost contact with the mainland; we don't even know if it was bombed during World War III..."

boom--

The first mate shot the officer on duty through the forehead: "This is what happens when you betray Mi Lijian. Launch the missile immediately, I mean immediately!"

This time, no one stood by indifferently. A voice ignored the order to remain silent and shouted, "Prepare to launch the missile! Open the launch tubes!"

Outside the submarine, two rows of launch tubes were opened in sequence, and seawater rushed into the launch tubes.

"Ready!"

The first mate's face lit up with excitement: "Pipe one, launch...pipe three...pipe five..."

On the water, a P-8A rushed to the scene and was preparing to drop a sonar buoy when a missile suddenly shot out from underwater to its side. It ignited rapidly in the air, propelling the missile into the air before quickly turning and skimming low over the sea.

Upon witnessing this scene, the pilots on board turned pale and immediately called the command center to issue an alarm.

Before the command center could respond, another missile was launched.

This time, the position was slightly to the right of the front of the plane.

The captain was terrified and immediately steered the plane to the side.

Below the aircraft, more missiles were launched in succession, igniting and ascending towards Europe.

Missiles launched in succession swept past the P-8A, grazing its fuselage several times as it ascended, the aircraft struggling to climb through the narrow gaps in the air.

The pilot exerted all his strength, his face turning red, and only breathed a sigh of relief after escaping danger.

Looking back, the water surface was rippling, quickly concealing the launch marks.

In the distance, a group of low-flying missiles are about to disappear from sight.

The captain was furious and immediately deployed the buoy sonar, activated the active mode to lock onto the underwater target, and dropped all the anti-submarine torpedoes and depth charges on board.

Underwater, the first mate in the command center was furious because only eight launch tubes had successfully launched. He repeatedly questioned why the remaining sixteen launch tubes had failed and demanded that those responsible be severely punished.

The first mate was affected by hallucinations and kept thinking he was the captain.

However, the head of the weapons department was not in the command center and was not affected by the phalloidin. He was scolded by the first mate in the name of the captain. At first, he was confused, but it was customary for the first mate to temporarily take over when the captain was not present, so it was understandable.

The first mate's insults were too harsh and excessive, escalating to the level of personal attacks, far exceeding the appropriate limits.

The supervisor, filled with shame and anger, immediately retorted with insults. One was lost in a fantasy, the other burning with rage. They went on and on like street thugs, leaving the nearby sailors dumbfounded.

What happened? Where am I? Should I pretend I didn't hear anything?
At that critical moment, Oleman heard two loud thuds and his expression changed drastically: "Active sonar, we've been discovered!"

He was still in the role of a sonar soldier, and although he was affected by the illusion, he did not forget to perform his duties.

The cursing in the command center stopped abruptly, but the weapons officer on the other side, now without an opponent, continued to curse.

The first mate roared amidst the cursing, "Launch decoy flares! Launch air curtain flares! Emergency dive!"

However, the helmsman's situation was rather serious; he seemed to have assumed some kind of role and was completely ignoring the first mate's orders.

Fortunately, other departments were not affected, and the decoy flares were launched in time.

"I said, emergency dive!" the first mate roared angrily.

The helmsman still didn't react, and the first mate, exasperated, rushed forward and grabbed the helmsman by the collar.

Just then, the torpedo hit the decoy munition, and the explosion shook the submarine violently, causing the first mate to stumble and fall to the ground.

In the rush, he instinctively shielded the helmsman in front of him. The helmsman slammed his head against the control panel, drawing a cut more than an inch long on his forehead. Blood instantly stained half of his face, and he slumped onto the control panel, unconscious.

If he had just been unconscious, that would have been one thing, but unfortunately, he happened to be on the rudder, causing the submarine to tilt forward and dive rapidly.

Just as it left its original position, a depth charge exploded above the submarine. Although it didn't hit directly, it still caused chaos inside the submarine. The decoy flares attracted the torpedoes, but failed to lure away the depth charges.

More depth charges exploded, and the submarine was filled with flashes of sparks and damaged pipes, with lights flashing incessantly.

After a short while, the area outside the boat finally quieted down.

However, everyone was so engrossed in the illusion that they had no idea the submarine was out of danger, and no one realized they had to stop descending.

Thus, the massive submarine, bow down and stern up, plunged into the seabed at a speed of 20 knots per hour, more than 400 meters deep. The bow was severely damaged, and a large amount of seawater rushed into the submarine. The crew had to seal the bow in an attempt to prevent the situation from deteriorating further.

However, due to the damage to the outer shell and the excessive depth, a single waterproof door was simply not enough to stop the surging seawater.

While the crew was busy saving the submarine, another anti-submarine patrol aircraft arrived. After determining the target's location using data shared by the P-8A, it dropped all the anti-submarine weapons it was carrying.

The already precarious S-343 was dealt another blow.

This time, the submarine was unable to fire any more decoy flares and was hit by several anti-submarine torpedoes in succession. The huge submarine, along with all its crew, was buried in the cold sea.

However, the anti-submarine operation did not stop. Two more patrol aircraft arrived and dropped various anti-submarine weapons without hesitation, giving the submarine no chance of survival.

The European side had already received intelligence from the University of Tokyo. Although there was no evidence, everyone knew the submarine's true purpose.

The order issued by the Europa Joint Command Center was very clear: sink the target immediately upon discovery, and do not accept surrender.

However, sinking the submarine does not mean the end.

a few minutes ago.

As soon as the submarine-launched cruise missile took off, it was detected by the radar on the warship. The nearby European warship immediately locked onto the target, and the vertical launch units on the bow were fully operational, with several anti-aircraft missiles being launched in succession. After leveling off, they quickly headed towards the target.

On the radar screen, missiles from both sides were rapidly approaching, and everyone stared intently at the screen.

Not long after, the two groups of missiles encountered each other in the air, and an anti-aircraft missile exploded in mid-air, sending shrapnel flying everywhere.

The remaining anti-aircraft missiles followed closely behind, exploding one after another in front of the cruise missiles.

One cruise missile was hit by shrapnel and crashed into the sea, prompting cheers from the warship; another cruise missile successfully passed through the interception zone, leaving everyone in a state of deep regret.

Ultimately, the first round intercepted 36 anti-aircraft missiles, but only destroyed nine targets, leaving 47 missiles still streaking away.

But it doesn't matter. There are still more than 1,700 kilometers between the launch point and the coastline. The European side has deployed warships in a light-to-heavy formation, so there will be at least two more rounds of interception!
While the warships were operating at full speed, satellites in outer space also detected the cruise missile's trajectory and, based on the missile's course and speed, quickly identified the most likely target location.

Air raid sirens sounded simultaneously across Europe, especially in coastal areas, and pre-deployed air defense forces immediately went on high alert, with all radars turned on and all missiles preheated.

Despite being well-prepared, things still got chaotic.

The front line continuously transmits target data to the shore-based air defense forces, but the shore-based air defense forces are a last resort. The command center hopes to destroy the targets on the sea!
Soon, the second round of interception began.

As the cruise missiles targeted different locations, the distance between them gradually increased. This time, it was no longer a single warship intercepting them, but four warships from different directions firing in succession, launching more than a hundred anti-aircraft missiles.

Thanks to better preparation and more effective interception, sixteen missiles were successfully destroyed, leaving thirty-one remaining!
It's not that the warships aren't trying; it's just that the cruise missiles are too scattered. Only a limited number are within range, while those outside range can only watch helplessly as the missiles fly past.

Shortly afterward, the third round of interception arrived as scheduled, involving as many as twelve warships and launching more than three hundred anti-aircraft missiles, a ratio of more than 1:10.

Moreover, regardless of the distance, as long as the range is sufficient, even if it only grazes the edge, it must participate in the interception.

There were no dazzling scenes of missiles flying everywhere, only the silhouettes of warships firing one after another, some near and some far, sparse flight paths, and occasional news of ships shooting down targets.

From a satellite perspective, it can be seen that as the cruise missiles approached, more and more warships joined the interception, with hundreds of missiles blocking them one after another, destroying the cruise missiles in succession.

When the last cruise missile was shot down, the coastline was already in sight, and the air defense forces were about to launch their missiles.

Not only were the Europeans concerned about the interception, but the Militia was also worried. George obtained first-hand information in real time via satellite, and every missile that fell weighed heavily on his mind.

People don't have many requirements, just one missile successfully landing is enough!
The police fleet apparently ignored George's thoughts and successfully intercepted all the cruise missiles.

George sighed to the heavens: All our efforts have been in vain!

Shortly after, the European side, having successfully averted the crisis, issued a joint statement saying that the European Union fleet had sunk an unidentified submarine attempting to break through the blockade in a certain sea area. The exact number of casualties was unknown, and the location of the sinking could not be disclosed.

George was furious.

But this is still not the end.

Afterwards, European warships detected radiation levels far exceeding normal values ​​in the area where the incident occurred, confirming that the vessel sunk was a nuclear submarine.

This is the first nuclear submarine to be sunk by anti-submarine forces since the advent of nuclear submarines.

Although it wasn't exactly glorious, it will undoubtedly be recorded in history.
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At the same time that the two sides clashed, a small transport plane with no markings on its surface flew over Canada, reached the Arctic, and opened its tail hatch after ascending into the stratosphere.

The air currents surged, carrying away the spores stored in the cabin and gradually flying into the distance.

Inside the cabin, Old Bai, who had personally arranged all of this, had a faint smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)