What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 390 Preparing for Phase Two (May 2800 Monthly Tickets)

Low-altitude penetration is an extremely effective strategy.

When the remaining 10 aircraft descended to a frantic 3-meter altitude, they became completely invisible to the warship's radar.

In fact, after discovering that the first wave of attacks had little effect, the fleet prepared to continue launching missiles—given the enemy's consistent speed of Mach 1.2 for penetration, this batch of missiles would eventually intercept at a distance close to the minimum range.

After the second round of 32 missiles were launched, the gnats, which were no longer able to maneuver at lower altitudes, needed to be struck with a higher trajectory.

The two EA-6Bs abandoned their ineffective electronic jamming and flew straight towards the water, attempting to take down the other with their AIM-9 missiles.

They were not dedicated fighter jets, but jamming aircraft with a crew of up to four. However, they were also desperately diving with increased acceleration. When the attacking Gnat launched four AIM-9B missiles, the second wave of 34 missiles arrived.

[7 planes shot down]

Each of the four AIM-9M missiles locked onto a single aircraft, and the Gnat, so fragile that its main beam was punctured, crashed without a doubt.

They were powerless against the aerial attacks, with all four missiles hitting their targets 100% of the time, while the much more expensive Standard series missiles frequently missed their targets.

……

"GOGOGO!"

"Damn it, where are our F-14s?!"

At the outermost edge of the fleet, the most valiant ship, the USS Morrison, tilted its hull to prepare for the anti-ship missile attack.

That's right. Right now, the entire fleet doesn't think the attacking aircraft are fighter jets. The sea-skimming flight is being used as a mechanism to evade anti-ship missiles.

However, the Perry-class destroyers were not equipped with the MK15 Phalanx CIWS, and the Sea Sparrow missiles that were subsequently deployed after 2000 did not exist.

The only small-caliber cannon was a MK-38 25mm cannon, which required remote operation and was originally intended for clearing mines or fighting pirates.

However, this is now the last glimmer of hope for the Morrison.

When the distance reached 15 kilometers, the effect of the Earth's curvature finally weakened, and the radar began to issue alarms frantically.

30…28…25……那门25毫米机关炮开始毫无意义的向着来袭目标开火，但一门单管25毫米炮的命中率显然低的可怜。

Arleigh Burke's 5-inch MK45 naval guns also joined the firing, but were similarly immune to the shockingly low-altitude attack.

The plane Tang Wen had been observing had been shot down by an AIM-9, and the other plane he had switched to was heading straight for the Morrison.

At a distance of 10 kilometers, the three remaining fighter jets launched six AIM-9B missiles.

The sudden turn of events caught all the warships off guard, leaving them bewildered as to why the "anti-ship missiles" were still able to launch their targets with renewed vigor.

The launched AIM-9 missiles automatically locked onto the hottest warships' smokestacks and flew toward the Perry-class destroyers USS Morrison, USS Estorhinn, and USS Arleigh Burke-Mitchell.

The Mitchell's two MK15 Phalanx CIWS skillfully locked onto the two incoming AIM-9B missiles and detonated them with flames when they were less than 600 meters away.

The other two Perry-class destroyers were not so lucky, but fortunately, the AIM's power was really insignificant to the warships, it just gave them a big scare.

Before they could even feel relieved, the more than 1-ton aircraft broke through the fragile aluminum alloy shell, and the RDX radar detonated under pressure.

In the still, dark night, a gnat swooped in from below the bow of the USS Morrison, and a huge explosion immediately followed.

The other gnat flew straight toward the bridge of the Estosine and instantly turned into a dazzling flame.

Only the last Gnat was unlucky; the Mitchell's Phalanx CIWS still had the power to break it to pieces once again.

恐怖的攻击波终于结束，接近8分钟的生死时刻，在付出32枚标准2、36枚标准1、4枚AIM9B的代价后，15枚“导弹”幸存2枚，余下的战舰急忙组织急救。

The Morrison is in better condition, but the Estosine's bridge caught fire after being hit, and they are desperately trying to rescue the commander.

When its captain, Lieutenant Commander Jess, was carried out, he managed to speak with difficulty, his face covered in blood:
"It's an airplane, an airplane!"

"Take off! All of you, take off!"

Protected in the very center, Fern was now acting like a madman, shoving his way into the communicator at the ground crew's backside. Every aircraft on the deck was being launched at once. Unbelievable low-altitude, supersonic missiles!
At this point, Fern was still unsure whether the attack was from an aircraft, and completely assumed it was some kind of missile.

In fact, during the primitive era of missile technology in the 50s, missiles were essentially miniature airplanes, so this speculation is not surprising.

Arleigh Burke's S-band radar only detected it at a distance of 15 kilometers, which means the flight altitude was below 5 meters! 5 meters!
Even ground-effect airships don't dare to fly that low!

How could those who were so keen on battleship gun warfare possess such advanced technology?
However, before he could even think about it, news came again from E2 at the forefront:

175 kilometers away, five more target groups are approaching!
The four F/A-18Cs that had already taken off this time gave the attackers no chance. These were single-seat F-18s that were only equipped in the late 1980s and were specialized for night attack capabilities. After takeoff, they did not hesitate to maintain afterburner and fly head-on towards those low-altitude targets.

……

Hong Kong
"Hey kid, this restaurant's been open for so long, why are you raising prices today?"

As soon as Chen Ming entered the room, he slammed his fist on the table in dissatisfaction and started cursing at the menu on the wall that had been temporarily overpriced.

He brought some important people here today, so it's quite unlucky for him to encounter something like this.

The waiter quickly bowed and apologized.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, this is for outsiders. There's no one selling vegetables at the market lately, so there's nothing I can do. But since you're here to eat, you definitely don't need to pay."

Upon hearing the last sentence, Chen Ming reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and hurriedly said:

"What do you mean I don't need to pay? When have I ever not paid?"
"Don't get in the way, do it to the highest standard!"

After he finished cursing, he turned around and cautiously looked at Tang Wen's old Zhang, revealing a smile:

"These bastards are running fast now, making us a laughing stock."

Tang Wen had some recollection of this stall:
"Isn't this the place of that 'karmic retribution'... the leopard? Why is it so deserted?"

Chen Ming: "Boss, they've all been on the run these days. Those who can go to London don't go to the US, those who can go to the US don't go to Japan, and those who can't go to Japan are taking ships to other places to avoid the storm."

"It's human nature, it's normal, it's normal."

Old Zhang, who had been looking around, didn't take it seriously; it was just a rumor.

However, most ordinary people can only watch and not leave; soon they will prove everything to everyone with facts.

Both of them would be attending the reunification ceremony and the naval review, so they came in advance to check on the local situation and happened to run into Chen Ming.

Not exactly right.

Let alone ordinary people, even those at the very top, such as Chen Ming, a middle- or lower-level "cops" are suspicious and desperately want a powerful backer to protect them.

Tang Wen needs no introduction; he had seen Old Zhang on television before, and the mere thought of sitting with him brought him immense psychological comfort.

Looking down on the "Big Circle Boys" is just ordinary people following the crowd; these big shots in front of us can receive the respect they deserve wherever they go.

Tang Wen sipped his sweet soup and gazed at Victoria Harbour not far away, yawning as he imagined the Huashan slowly passing in front of the skyscrapers.

Seeing the dark circles under his eyes and the ship girl who looked somewhat listless after commanding a night of battle, Old Zhang silently pushed the abalone that had just been served over to her.

Tang Wen turned around and saw this scene, and was immediately speechless, but still got to the point:
"You have to be involved with gangs to open a tea restaurant here. Are there any plans to clean it up after the handover?"

"The sweet soup is so cloying... A gang? What can we do? All we can do is strengthen security. What are you trying to do?"

"I plan to return to Southeast Asia to continue doing some oil business, but I am in dire need of employees with pioneering spirit and energy."

Now, not only Old Zhang, but also Chen Ming, who had been too afraid to speak, couldn't help but raise his head.

No, sending a renowned gang to work as oil workers?

However, Tang Wen remained calm and composed, picking up a stalk of bok choy:
"The first batch of seafarer training courses in the Greater Bay Area has all graduated and been assigned jobs, so we have the time and space to hold a second batch."

(End of this chapter)