What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 406 A Sleepless Night (4000 Monthly Tickets in May)

Tai Wan, 3 p.m.

"what…"

Tang Wen emerged from the shipyard yawning, looking utterly dejected.

Even if he is a novice, and even if his command only requires issuing orders to the captain for 100% execution, playing a game and being in actual combat are definitely different.

When you experience the warship rapidly expanding outside the cramped cockpit from a first-person perspective, the Standard Missile 2 exploding less than five meters away, and dozens of tons of aviation kerosene mixed with bombs detonating, no one can remain calm.

After several hours of sweltering rainforest heat and rapid mental processing, Tang Wen was greeted by the afternoon sun at the shipyard. All he wanted to do was go back and lie down for a good night's sleep until tomorrow.

"Little Tang, I've finally found you... Why do you look so dejected?"

Chen Yonggui was sitting in the tractor bed fanning himself with his straw hat when he saw Tang Wen, who looked like a ghost with all his energy drained, wandering around, followed by a foreign girl full of energy.

"Tsk."

"uncle?"

Tang Wen quickly perked up:
"what's up?"

"It's nothing serious. I was just going to talk to you about some changes in town, but... you should go back to sleep."

Tang Wen subtly tried to straighten his back before saying:
"Ahem, you can say whatever you want."

"Two small things: one is that the city wants to change the town's administrative division into districts, and the other is that they plan to build new roads throughout the city. In principle, you should be able to offer some suggestions."

Tang Wen found it somewhat strange:
“I know that it’s easier to manage if we set up districts, so let’s build roads.”

“Road construction costs money. Now Director Gao is getting a bit cocky. He insists on building the main road into a two-way four-lane road, and adding a median green belt and bicycle lane. Townships and towns must follow this standard. How much money do you think this will cost and how much land will it take?”

Our suggestion is that we just pave the road with a layer of cement; you should talk to him and try to persuade him.

"That's definitely not an option."

Just as Chen Yonggui was about to be pleased to see Tang Wen shake his head, he heard the former say:
"A four-lane road isn't enough. Let's take advantage of the low traffic and go straight for a ten-lane road!"

"Eh?"

Watching Tang Wen get into the Bumblebee disguised as a Hanma S9 and drive away, Chen Yonggui wanted to slap himself.

We only know that Gao Yuliang has become arrogant, but we forget that Tang Wen will only become more arrogant!
……

Between 1 a.m. and 3 a.m. is the generally accepted time for the human body to enter deep sleep and have the highest sleep quality.

The night watchman at the Rhombus Building, half asleep, vaguely saw a flashing red light.

It took him a long time to realize that the message came from a satellite encrypted frequency band, a frequency band that could only be used under special circumstances.

When he finished deciphering it and saw the brief text above, his sleepiness vanished instantly, and he felt like a cat with its fur standing on end.

What does it mean that the Antarctic task force suffered heavy losses, the Enterprise exploded and was at risk of sinking, and half of the warships broke away from the formation and fled north?

What does it mean that Fern has decided to lead the heavily damaged warships to cover the rear and will fight to the last moment?
He practically scrambled to the emergency office for today's shift, knocked on the door, and then broke it open without waiting for a response.

William, the head of naval intelligence behind the door, was nowhere to be found; he had obviously skipped work to do something else.

"FXXK!"

The duty officer cursed under his breath, then went to the landline, found the phone book, and started making calls. After failing to connect four times in a row, he unexpectedly got through to Johnson's adjutant.

"Who?"

There was a lot of background noise on the other end of the phone, clearly from either a bar or a party.

Before the duty officer could even yell, he shouted into the microphone at the top of his lungs:
"The Enterprise has been attacked; nearly half of the Antarctic task force has been destroyed!" "..."

After a long while, the noisy background noise disappeared, followed by a trembling voice questioning him:

"who are you?"

"This is Naval Intelligence. The task force is in a critical situation. General Fern has sent us a farewell telegram!"

Twenty minutes after the call, a speeding Cadillac Escalade pulled up in front of the Prism Building, and Johnson, dressed in pajamas, hurried in expressionlessly.

Thirty minutes later, the elderly Rams and Kazimir boarded their car, ready to be summoned by the President.

……

Where is our plane?

At 2:25 a.m., Rams brought the President's questions.

"The Air Force does not have a fighter jet with a combat radius of more than 3000 kilometers, not even the F-15."

Air Force Operations Chief of Staff Wayne replied helplessly.

Rams: "The President said that the Enterprise must be saved at all costs, absolutely must be saved, and it must not be allowed to sink. Fighter jets must be sent to protect it!"
The chickens are no longer reliable. They have colonial air bases, yet they managed to destroy almost all the warships in the port!
They can't even protect themselves now, let alone us.

Wayne: "Then we can only take off from Maihami with auxiliary fuel tanks and land in Guyana, but that would require passing through the airspace of many regions."

"First, take off! Send out everything that can get there in time. The Federation will figure out a way!"

"As you wish."

Faced with the aggressive Ramsay, Wayne knew that the president must be going crazy, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

The pressure is on Johnson.

The latter had now changed his clothes and, facing Rams's gaze, said in a low voice:
"The enemy launched an unimaginable surprise attack, deploying at least three hundred aircraft. According to the latest news, the Clemenceau has sunk in the port, and we can no longer count on the 'Hair Chicken' (a nickname for a ship).

I have given the order to retreat. The Missouri fleet is also not safe and has begun to depart, maintaining radio silence en route.

Seeing Johnson like this, Rams could only close his eyes and meditate.

The navy is a branch of the military that can be wiped out in an afternoon or in a battle.

Once the fighting begins, there's nothing the rear can do but wait for news.

To avoid being attacked, the five warships that were still maneuverable shut down all communications after setting off. No one knows where they will be next contacted, or whether they will still exist.

Especially thousands of kilometers away, with no one in the surrounding Lamei region to rely on, the most effective support came from the air force on the mainland.

Three hundred aircraft and six hundred missiles, an astonishing number that even caused the Aegis target identification system to collapse, swarmed the fleet like locusts in a mere minute.

Marcel was clever, thinking that the fleet would be safe in the port under the protection of the land-based defense system. As a result, the fleet was wiped out before it could even deploy its defensive formation. On the contrary, Fern, who seemed to be taking a risk, managed to preserve some of the fighting force.

After the Great Bear collapsed six years ago, the Empire thought that the fear of hundreds of missiles launched by nuclear attack submarines, aircraft-carrying cruisers and missile boats burying carrier battle groups would no longer exist.

However, it was successfully achieved in another form just a few years later.

Rams once thought the Second Fleet was a group of miners hiding in Antarctica, but now it seems that the reasons behind it are probably much more complicated. In the turbulent half-century, there was another organization secretly laying out its plans at an unimaginable speed.

The seemingly antique warships that concealed hidden secrets, the reckless waste of elite manpower, and their elusive movements all combined to send chills down his spine.

Rams stared intently at the map of Lamei, and no one except Kazimirz knew what he was thinking.

(End of this chapter)