What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 461 General Staff Headquarters
"Are you absolutely sure it's the 685 model?"

Big Mao secretly hiding an advanced nuclear blackfish is no small matter. Kazimirz immediately contacted Johnson to confirm the news:
"Could it be that those Hans submarines in the Second Fleet are the ones that Yeprini denies?"

"No, that's impossible. Every submarine has a unique voiceprint. The Type 945 submarine discovered today has been confirmed to be the Nizhny Novgorod, which is unique proof."

It's all titanium alloy, and the voiceprint matches perfectly; there can't be any other result.

Johnson was quite certain because he later organized another evaluation meeting, and the results were consistent.

Knowing what was going on, Kazimirz immediately began to grit his teeth:
"I've said it before: the Russians are incredibly cunning. No matter how down on their luck they are, they will never forget to cause us trouble. Since Yeprini denies it, then sink this 685 ship as soon as we find it, and let's see what they have to say!"
The President should be more concerned about sanctioning them; it's no easier than dealing with the Second Fleet!

Johnson thought to himself that this gave the Polish guy a handle to use against him. He hadn't settled the score for the Russians' flirting with the Indians yet!
After Smith relayed the news about the Indian brother's mushroom eggs, the IAA indirectly verified it through other channels and finally came to a conclusive conclusion.

In any case, the Empire doesn't want another mushroom player on Earth.

According to the information they had, this year Dongda subtly persuaded a friend who was about to fall into the dark side of the Force. The Empire was also planning to follow suit and secretly contact him to persuade him, but the Indians directly denied it three times.

Influenced by the culture of the subcontinent, no one can compare to India in deceiving others and deceiving itself. It insists that the uranium factories listed by the Empire are nuclear power plants, but it resolutely refuses the Atomic Energy Association to set up operations there, which is practically an admission of guilt.

Given Yeprini's previous large-scale arms sales deal with India, it's hard not to suspect that the Russians instigated it. It's not surprising that they, desperate for money, sold some mushroom cultivation technology.

Kazimirz, seizing on this point, was already proposing to cut off Russian aid, and now he undoubtedly has even more reason to do so.

After confirming it was the 685 type, Johnson added two Los Angeles-based aircraft to the search, preparing for a 72-hour intensive investigation.

But at that very moment, Bean, far away in Antarctica, sent an urgent telegram:

Encountering enemy aircraft.

……

Six hours later, the photos developed in New Ceylon were faxed back to the home country.

Prior to this, Rafe's TR-1 and all the reconnaissance leaders withdrew to New Ceylon.

McMurdo Station has a vehicle-mounted Patriot air defense system, but Bean doesn't dare gamble on it.

Encountering a fighter jet bearing the Iron Cross in Antarctica is indeed a low-probability event, implying that the Second Fleet's base is indeed in Antarctica, and also suggesting the possibility of countless air bases!

If even Pakistan can produce hundreds of fighter jets, how many must be in its base?

Even without fighter jets, V2 missiles could easily wipe out McMurdo Station.

Although the monster plane that was biting Rafe was quickly shaken off, after he explained the situation, he was immediately asked to fly directly to New Ceylon, where a refueling plane had already taken off.

Bean himself quickly packed his things and fled, leaving only the unsuspecting research team members and tourists behind.

Thirteen hours after the incident, Rafe flew directly to the mainland with the data from the reconnaissance pod, transited through Nevada, and then appeared at the Prism Building to recount what he had seen and heard:
"I was conducting reconnaissance at an altitude of 5000 meters when suddenly the radar issued an alarm. There was an aircraft flying towards me from the left, and I was quite certain that I saw the flash of the ammunition belt."

The U2 climbed too slowly; there were several bullet holes in my tail, which they identified as 7.9mm machine gun bullets. Fortunately, it flew very slowly and low.

After listening, Johnson told him:

"Didn't you get a good look at that 'two-headed monster'? The analysis team just reviewed the photos; it's a BV141, a very strange aircraft. Because it has a piston engine, it can't catch up with you."

“Oh…that’s really lucky. My eyes were a little dizzy and my vision was a bit blurry at the time.” “I know. It’s hard not to get snow blindness after looking at the snow for ten hours straight. You’re a hero. Go get some sleep.”

After comforting Rafe, Johnson turned around and his expression immediately brightened, his eyes fixed intently on Bean:
"What do you think that BV141 was for?"

Bean: "It's obviously for reconnaissance purposes. Although this kind of aircraft is ugly... weird, the split design of the cabin provides a good reconnaissance field of vision, which means that the Lost Empire maintains a regular patrol in Antarctica, and that they are preventing people from getting close to certain areas!"

"God bless the Empire!"

Johnson closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Great, really great.

If it's confirmed that they are really in Antarctica, that would be fantastic news!

Is there any empire on Earth that it can't defeat? It's just like when an elephant tries to catch a mouse, the one that hides is harder to catch.

Shortly thereafter, the president issued his order:
Johnson was authorized to conduct further reconnaissance operations to locate the air force base in Antarctica, and the Marines were permitted to be mobilized in coordination!
……

South Pacific base
Tang Wen flipped through the battlefield footage and easily identified it as a U2 from its distinctive long, straight wings.

This 50s-designed contraption remained in service until his time travel. Its 2.8-meter altitude made it highly effective at dominating weaker opponents, and it was also cheap to maintain, with a much longer lifespan than the powerful SR71.

When he took over BV141, the U2 had already flown far away, and the BV141, with a speed of only 370 kilometers per hour, could not catch up.

The other planes nearby were too far away, so they could only watch helplessly as the other plane escaped.

However, a quick glance at the map makes it easy to see that the aircraft took off from McMurdo Station.

Attacking a research station would be pointless, but Tang Wen immediately thought of the empire's next strategy:

With less than two days remaining before Rams's 168-hour surrender order takes effect, is it possible that the Empire could simultaneously launch a dual-front operation in Antarctica?
This would be impossible in 30 years, but now... it's a headache. I can't make a decision on my own.

Fortunately, he had many historical captains under his command, who were probably more professional than himself.

Soon, Yamamoto Takano, Halsey, Lütjens, Saxe, and Jean Bart gathered together to form a temporary general staff and begin their analysis.

Yamamoto Takano was the first to stand up, his face tense and his eyes narrowed:
"Commander, the Mi Department seems powerful, but it is actually weak inside. It would be better to exchange all our silver coins, assemble one hundred air battleships, one thousand aircraft carriers, and five thousand submarine carriers for a quick victory, and launch tens of thousands of warplanes to head straight for the homeland!"

A pincer attack from both sides of the ocean—GAIJIN's fate hinges on this one move!

“Sit down, Halsey,” Halsey said.

Tang Wen couldn't hold back anymore. This was really historical factual thinking; the gambler's mentality hadn't changed at all, and he was even going off-topic!

Halsey: "I also think it's better to take the initiative. We need to strike quickly, strike hard, and strike frequently, especially when we discover anything unclear..."

“Stop! You two are going too far... Lütjens.”

"Commander, my suggestion is to build anti-aircraft towers in Antarctica. Although it is more expensive, as long as a defensive line is built, it can greatly tie down their strength and energy."

After all, the enemy's supply lines are incredibly long, and maintaining their presence requires an extremely high cost.

Lütjens, however, was more level-headed and offered a sound suggestion.

(End of this chapter)