What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 564 The Wolf of Dongjiang
In the era before the mobile internet was widely adopted, as Tang Wen described, the dissemination of information was extremely limited, a fact that was particularly acutely felt by people living in that era.

If it were 30 years from now, countless people would have posted about the overwhelming number of Coalition warplanes flying overhead on short video websites or personal blogs. But now, as long as the authorities censor it, almost no useful information can be transmitted except for a few words.

Other countries can only desperately mobilize reconnaissance satellites, or rely on intelligence informants in Britain to find out what is going on.

This also includes Tang Wen.

Although he had deployed a number of U-boats in advance, he could not guarantee that they would be located on the route that the fighter jets would inevitably take. After all, without launching reconnaissance aircraft, it was impossible to observe anything with the naked eye.

At this moment, Tang Wen was fighting on another unseen battlefield.

Southeast Asia.

"Listen to my instructions, this isn't the lowest point yet, hold on!"

"Boss, HSBC has already fallen by 14%, and it's unlikely to go any lower. Is there any news worse than an aircraft carrier sinking?"

Remotely controlling the situation over the phone, Li Zhengyang, far away in Hong Kong, was also extremely nervous:

He never dared to think about shorting HSBC before, but now that he's actually doing it, he's constantly sweating profusely.

"Hmph... Don't underestimate my intelligence network!"

Tang Wen confidently encouraged his opponent, thinking that after this battle, he could be considered the Wolf of Dongjiang and the Stock God of the Greater Bay Area.

However, halfway through the call, while he was intently staring at the graph, another call came in, and Tang Wen accidentally answered it.

The next second, Old Zhang's voice came out:

"Tang Wen, where are you? Are you safe?!"

"I'm not Tang Wen, I'm Ao Debiao, I don't understand Korean!"

Old Zhang, who had finally gotten through on the phone, was so angry when he heard what he said that he almost fainted from anger:

"What's going on over there? Does Rao Xi really want another fight?"

"It's not that serious, it's just..."

Tang Wen was trying to figure out how to get out of this when a strange thought suddenly struck him. Without thinking, he quickly said:
"There's no time to explain, the pressure cooker's about to explode! I'll explain later!"

After hanging up the phone, he immediately appeared on the Bismarck, the flagship of the Third Fleet, and saw Jean Bart and Lütjens with solemn expressions.

"Reconnaissance aircraft have detected a massive number of fighter jets; the U-boat force is in danger!"

Tang Wen glanced at the current situation:

Besides the 20 advanced U-boats that had already crossed the median line between Iceland and the UK and submerged to conceal themselves, the remaining 80 main U-boats were still slowly conducting armed patrols around Iceland, occasionally releasing gnats for reconnaissance.

At this point, they spotted the first batch of nine F-16s that were scouting ahead. Because they were carrying too many missiles, the maximum speed of these F-16s was controlled at Mach 1.5, but they had already entered the AIM-120 engagement range and shot down the two Gnats that had spotted them. They were still about 20 kilometers away from the submarine group.

However, before it fell, the gnats discovered a large-scale target approaching from other directions, and the situation was very bad.

At the current speed, the first batch of F-16s could reach overhead in a maximum of 2 minutes!

"I have ordered all U-boats to begin releasing gnats. Please provide further instructions, Commander!"

Jean Bart stood with his legs together, but his head was bowed, and he seemed to be blaming himself.

"No, it's okay."

Tang Wen harbored no intention of blaming anyone. In certain aspects, the Third Fleet had inherent and irreparable flaws, and the technological gap could only be bridged under specific conditions. Two minutes meant that a maximum of 160 Gnats could be launched… the advantage was on his side!
Based on the current situation, he guessed that there might be around 40 to 50 attacking fighters. This was actually due to the lingering stereotype of Europe's poor military preparedness before the transmigration, as well as the inevitable "arrogance" caused by the continuous victories over the past year.

……

"Let us avenge Colonel Severus and Grindelwald!"

"One battle makes you an ace!"

"We can't let those gentlemen who drink black tea get there first..."

Over the radio, the F-16s ahead slowed down, and Lieutenant Zhar was encouraging each other.

As part of a fleet of hundreds of fighter jets, more than half of which are third-generation fighters, the vast majority of pilots are full of confidence, with only a few exceptions.

Those few were pilots who had participated in the Battle of the South Mei and were transferred to the rich Europe for rest and recuperation as a reward after the war. They originally intended to retire and enjoy the pleasures of life, but after only a few months, they had to go back to the battlefield, and the enemy they faced was even more terrifying.

Even though they had participated in various real battles before, the utterly ruthless and merciless attacks by Hans (referring to the Kamikaze tactics that even the Japanese themselves were ashamed of) left them with a huge psychological scar, and they never wanted to experience the scene of their teammates constantly falling to the ground again.

Pilots who haven't experienced this before only think about racking up kills and becoming ace pilots, and have no idea what it means to be swarmed by mosquitoes...

"Attention all personnel! Radar detected a large number of signals! Radar detected a large number of signals! The U-boat is releasing gnats! No fewer than 60...80! A full 80!"

On an E-3B early warning aircraft more than 200 kilometers away, Mark gave a calm and direct command, personally overseeing operations on the front lines to change instructions at any time.

"Team A, slow down towards 215 and maintain a distance of more than 20 kilometers, waiting to rendezvous with the main force."

"Roger that!"

Team A was an advance squadron of nine F-16s, mostly composed of pilots who had never participated in the South Mei air battle, including Zar.

The latter was somewhat disappointed after receiving the order, as his radar had already detected the targets, and the dense array of targets failed to break their morale.

In fact, when I was training with the British, I managed to get a few Gnats for practice. The result was that even if the latter were equipped with AIM-9L, it would only be slightly troublesome. With carefulness, we could definitely retreat safely (referring to normal circumstances).

So-called ultra-low-altitude night-time penetration is useless now. It's daytime, and mosquitoes lying on the sea surface are just sitting ducks. Once they get to high altitudes, they are no match for third-generation fighters!

只是在马克的命令下F16机队稍微等待了一小会，当24架F15主力抵达的时候，已经准备扑向80架蚊蚋机群的F16中有人尖叫道：

"Hey, they're still launching!"

In the downward-looking radar's field of view, a dense array of targets were emerging from the low sky—those were the second wave of ejected gnats!
In just one minute, the reloading and release of mosquitoes were completed!
Mark on the AWACS plane also stared wide-eyed. He had expected the U-boats to continue flying, but he hadn't expected it to be so fast!
That's 80 flies per minute. If another round comes, wouldn't that be 240 flies?
While he was thinking, he gave the order first:

"Attack immediately, that's the order! The follow-up squadron will handle the high-altitude operations. A, take out the gnats that haven't even risen yet!"

“over!”

The lighter F-16s immediately dispersed, nimbly rolled, and plunged towards the sea without hesitation, while simultaneously launching all 32 remaining AIM-120 missiles.

30公里外的蚊蚋此时才刚刚弹射，处于最脆弱的时候根本无力防御，所以F16先遣机队为了最大化杀伤选择了1架飞机只分配1枚昂贵的AIM120。

As it turns out, without the protection of the weather, the myth of mosquitoes and gnats is no match for active radar missiles.

The terrifying number of low-altitude targets on the radar immediately disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. The 32 AIM-120s achieved a near 100% hit rate. The second batch of small flies had just flown over the clouds when they became clusters of fireballs falling towards the sea.

Zar clearly saw on the radar that all four targets he had locked onto had fallen, and he couldn't help but shout out:
He already had one kill, which means he's now an ace pilot!

(End of this chapter)