What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 405 The Ocean is Crying

Fern was so shocked by the Second Fleet's unreasonable air raids that he abandoned his past experience in thinking about the problem.

Now he has only one goal: to save as many warships as possible.

All the new and still operational warships escaped, leaving behind the limited-powered USS Estosine, the USS New Jersey to rescue its crew, and the USS Enterprise to try to save it.

But everyone knows that the real purpose of the warships that stayed behind was the same as that of the two supply ships going in opposite directions: to act as targets to hold back the possible second wave of attacks.

As for anti-submarine warfare, he believed that the coordinate leak must have been due to submarine tracking.

The huge commotion on the sea had already made the two Los Angeles-class destroyers extremely anxious. They had already surfaced to try to make contact, and once they received the order, they were deployed to hunt down the enemy from all directions.

No one objected after Fern's order was given:
The departing warships showed no joy or intention to stay; instead, they silently tidied and inspected their engines, turned around, and began to accelerate.

The remaining sailors did not complain, but remained silent and devoted themselves to rescuing people and repairing the Enterprise, while trying their best to restore some of its defensive capabilities.

After all the orders were given out, Fern personally dictated a telegram and sent it back to the homeland.

After doing all this, he felt as if all his strength had been drained, and suddenly his legs went weak and he fell to one side.

Edwin quickly caught him, only to find a warm sensation on the back of his head.

"As I was carrying the general away, the wreckage of an F-18C was thrown over, and we were both hit. He must have broken a bone!"

The steward's assistant on the Kearsarge was almost crying as he spoke.

Everyone and the doctor quickly examined Fern's body and discovered that his back was covered with wounds of all sizes, and even some shrapnel stuck in it!

It was just in chaos that everyone was covered in dirt, so no one paid any attention.

Fortunately, the doctor arrived quickly and confirmed that it was just a superficial injury, with only a small cut on the back of the head.

The fainting was most likely due to overwork and blood loss, but we should still rush him into the operating room to remove the shrapnel first.

Edwin could only take up the heavy command post again, and like Fern, he froze all inappropriate emotions, thinking and commanding like a machine.

But he knew this would be the second worst night after Pearl Harbor.

It's raining in the South Atlantic, and the goddess of the sea is weeping!
……

"The rain has lessened!"

Tang Wen's gaze returned to the rainforest.

The last three surveillance gnats were shot down by the guns of the USS Mitchell.

Even away from harsh environments, the oppressive feeling of modern technology is still terrifyingly strong.

After another four hours of heavy rain, the second round of rainfall is about to end.

His original plan was to send out the second wave of attacks at midnight and then complete the final strike at 2 a.m.

But now Marcel has received news that all the airworthy fighter jets in Guyana are forcing their way out despite the weather, and at least the 45 aircraft that took off from the No. 1 ship will be unable to cross the coast.

Boats No. 2 and No. 3 must also cease operations, otherwise the problem is very likely to be discovered.

"A large group of planes didn't actually come from the Bassin rainforest?"

Moreover, the results of this round of attacks have exceeded expectations; the attack was too aggressive and even went too far.

Before resolving these lingering issues, he decided to make one last use of the 45 mosquito gnats:
Given that the Enterprise has suffered huge losses, it is clearly inappropriate for Clemenceau to remain passive.

The weather is still having a significant impact, so while they can't control the Antarctic fleet, a surprise attack on the gnats in Georgetown Harbor is still possible. At this point, the gnat swarm has been airborne for over an hour and is only 300 kilometers away from Georgetown Harbor, meaning a low-altitude land-based penetration would only take 10 minutes.

Meanwhile, the fighter jets taking off from the Guyana land airport had not yet completed their formation, and the Clemenceau was busy cleaning its deck in preparation for takeoff. Only a few early warning helicopters had completed their preparations earlier.

For Marcel, this was his first time launching fighter jets into combat at dawn, which carried a very high risk.

Although there have been similar exercises in the past, they were only to launch a few aircraft to train a few elites, rather than to launch a full-deck attack.

But there was no time to worry about that now. Fern told him that the Enterprise had been attacked by nearly 300, 300 aircraft!
Even mosquitoes, when they swarm down, can tear off a layer of skin!

The lead pilot this time is Olivier, the most elite... The emergency communication channel has been activated.

"Marcel, there are no fewer than 30 planes heading towards the port!"

It's the phone number for the city's local office.

As they spoke, the other person saw small fighter jets flying between the buildings, shattering all the windows along their path!

Marcel could not only hear the desperate warnings, but also the booming background noise!

Before the call was even disconnected, a flash of light appeared outside the porthole; it was a Sea Rattlesnake fired by the destroyer Mutsuki, attempting to intercept the group of aircraft.

At the darkest hour of midnight, a cluster of tiny stars appeared in the night sky; these were 90 AIM-9B missiles launched simultaneously by 45 Gnats.

Marcel didn't know why the Air Force hadn't intercepted the gnats that had traversed the entire landmass of Guyana, but the target signals covering the radar made him acutely aware of Fern's despair.

At that moment, elite pilot Olivier was launching his Super Étendard when he looked up during the countdown to launch and saw the flames of 90 AIM-9B missiles being launched, as well as the missiles that were constantly being launched by his own side.

The Super Étendard was only equipped for air combat, and it could be easily launched even at zero speed. However, as the Olivier climbed, it selected its target and launched its only two R550 Magic air-to-air missiles.

The brave pilot immediately charged forward and opened fire with his machine guns. However, the swarm of grubs returned fire by using their two 30mm cannons. The more than eighty trails of tracer rounds engulfed them like a luminous torrent.

Less than a minute after takeoff, the Super Flag turned into a ball of flame, tumbling and falling while still climbing.

At this moment, 90 AIM-9B missiles arrived at their target and all crashed into the warships in the harbor, filling the harbor with a series of explosions.

After suffering losses from the intense Sea Rattlesnake attack, the Gnats still had 30 aircraft left. Ignoring the largest one, the Clemenceau, they headed towards the frigates and destroyers in the harbor.

Tang Wen was well aware that the Clemenceau was so old that it had little value, and its sinking would just be in line with the retirement plan, so he only sent 5 aircraft to make a token effort.

On the contrary, the losses of those destroyers and frigates are what really hurt the Chinese people. Once they are lost, they must be rebuilt, otherwise stability cannot be maintained.

This time, the Gnats adopted a strategy of first climbing and then diving almost vertically, with each one transforming into a vertical armor-piercing munition and falling towards the target, directly exceeding the firing range of the air defense weapons.

The destroyer HMS Dugué Truan couldn't even see the attack with the naked eye; it only felt a slight tremor throughout the ship, followed by a deafening explosion.

Then came the remaining four wingmen, who, like craftsmen, used chisels to strike again and again, with great force, trying to sink the destroyer.

All the searchlights in the harbor were pointed into the air, but Marvel could only watch helplessly as dark figures rushed into the nearby frigates in the blink of an eye and caused a huge explosion.

The Clemenceau was no exception; a squad of gnats swarmed toward its deck at supersonic speed.

Keep in mind that the Clemenceau was preparing for an emergency sortie at that moment, with its deck full of fighter jets lined up for catapult launch and munitions waiting to be loaded!

In his bloodshot vision, the group of planes waiting to take off transformed into a raging inferno, the shockwave crashing towards the bridge.

It’s over.

These were Marcel's last thoughts before he lost consciousness.

(End of this chapter)