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Chapter 438 Me, Fighting the Sixth Fleet? (Third Update!)

"Do what you want to do" was Gaddafi's motto. Half an hour after he decided to send the navy to take the initiative, the relevant orders were issued to the Libyan naval headquarters.

The Libyan Navy headquarters is located in Tripoli, less than 10 kilometers from the city center.

As a country with a coastline, Libya's navy is only of medium size, with a total of about 8000 personnel, including the Libyan Coast Guard.

At the naval headquarters in the port, Commander-in-Chief Rasuta, seeing his Chief of Staff Zalawi rushing in, felt his eyelids twitch involuntarily, and asked with trepidation:
"What brilliant idea does our president have this time?"

"Look!" Zarawiyeh didn't say anything, but simply handed over the documents in his hand. Then, he slumped down on the chair next to him like a limp rag doll, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Rasuta watched all this, frowned but said nothing, and simply took the instruction document in his hand with curiosity.

The hard-covered instruction folder was opened, and inside was a piece of paper with a sentence written on it, a very short sentence.

[The entire navy is deployed to attack Naples, Italy!]

The words were brief, and Rasuta read them over in just two seconds. But as his brain began to process the information, his eyes involuntarily returned to the document, and he read it again.

Once the brain has finished processing the information, it simultaneously receives new signals from the eyes. By comparing the two signals, the information is confirmed.

He led the entire Libyan navy into battle.

Attack Naples, Italy!
Snapped!
Rasuta slammed the file shut, then slammed it open again; the same sentence was still on it.

[The entire navy is deployed to attack Naples, Italy!]

"Heh!" With a cold laugh, Rasuta tossed the documents aside, his gaze then falling on Zarawiyeh, who was feigning death.
Is he mentally unstable?

Naples, located in south-central Italy, is a famous port city. When most people in the world hear the name Naples, their first impressions are sunshine, beaches, a rich cultural environment, azure waters, and beautiful women.

As a soldier, when Rasuta heard this name, the first thing that came to mind was not these things, but America's Sixth Fleet, commonly known as the Mediterranean Fleet.

Naples is the home port of the American 6th Fleet aircraft carrier and also the location of the 6th Fleet headquarters.

Unfortunately, after America declared war on Libya, America's aircraft carrier USS Eisenhower was moved from Spain to the vicinity of Naples.

Accompanying the aircraft carrier were approximately 60 carrier-based aircraft, two Ticonderoga-class guided-missile cruisers, and two Arleigh Burke-class guided-missile destroyers.

As for whether there are submarines following underwater, we don't know, because Libya lacks the relevant anti-submarine technology and cannot detect them.

These five ships have a total displacement of 14 tons.

In contrast, Libya's largest ships are the Koni-class frigates from the former Soviet Union, with a full-load displacement of 1900 tons, and there are only two of them in total.

The second largest ship is the Polnokny-class landing ship from Poland, with a full-load displacement of 1150 tons, and there is only one of them.

The third largest vessel is the Nadya-class minesweeper from the former Soviet Union, with a full-load displacement of 804 tons, of which there are two.

The fourth largest vessel was the Soviet Nanuchka-class corvette, with a full-load displacement of 660 tons, and there was only one of them.

The remaining boats were all small boats under 500 tons.

All things considered, the total amount is less than 14000 tons.

Of the 14000 tons of total displacement, the only weapons capable of damaging the port of Naples in an offensive posture are the twin 57mm AK725 naval guns, the triple SS-N2 Styx anti-ship missiles, and the twin SA-N-4 anti-aircraft missiles.

The remaining close-in weapon systems, anti-submarine rockets, torpedoes, and mines are useless.

Sending them to attack Naples, Italy, would be tantamount to sending them to their deaths, and in a pointless way, without bringing any chance of victory to Libya.

Seeing that Zaraviey remained silent, Rasuta tapped the table with his hand and calmly said:
"I don't consider myself a good person, but I consider myself a soldier. At this moment, I am willing to die for my country, but I want to die knowing why."

"I don't want someone to casually mention my name one day and say, 'Rasuta? I know him. He was the Libyan naval commander-in-chief. When the war started in Libya, he acted rashly and led all of Libya's naval forces straight to Naples, where he was killed by two cannon shots.'"

"I heard his family thinks he's a hero, it's hilarious!"

A self-deprecating remark echoed in the room, causing Zaraviey to lift his head from his chair and look directly at the naval commander-in-chief before him, his pale blue eyes flashing with suspicion.

In Libya, there is only one condition to become the commander-in-chief of the navy: be a staunch supporter of Gaddafi.

As for the rest, it's not important.

Unfortunately, both he and Lasuta were.

Moreover, the two sides had previously drawn knives against each other in their struggle for the position of Commander-in-Chief of the Navy.

But in the end, Rasuta, the lackey, was more of a sycophant and successfully succeeded the previous Commander-in-Chief of the Navy, becoming the new Commander-in-Chief of the Navy.

For such a staunch lackey to utter such words at such a crucial moment makes it hard not to suspect that he is impersonating someone else, trying to use himself as bait to lure out those who oppose Gaddafi and then purge the army.

After staring at Rasuta for two seconds, Zarawiyeh looked away, stood up, and abruptly raised his hand in salute to Rasuta.

"Commander, all naval bases are ready for battle. Please issue the orders!"

Facing the ramrod straight-backed chief of staff, Rasuta saw through his feigned composure at a glance and scoffed disdainfully, "Stop pretending, you don't want to die!"

"We should know our own worth."

His feigned composure crumbled, and without a trace of embarrassment on his face, Zaraviere calmly crossed his arms and said:

"According to my information, our president recently ordered his personal guards to escort his sons to Algeria."

"But we were robbed on the way."

"In addition, he also wants to transfer the wealth he has accumulated over the years to foreign countries."

"But the whole of Libya is surrounded like an iron barrel, so he can't get out. He can only take the initiative and try to make some noise to attract attention and launch a feint attack."

"We're the ones making the noise."

After figuring out the cause and effect, Rasuta felt a headache coming on. He had wanted to die knowing why, but now that he understood, he suddenly didn't want to die anymore.

He picked at the stubble on his chin: "Zarawiyeh, tell me your thoughts?"

"Attack!" Zaraviere waved his hand. "Attack Napoli!"

"speak English!"

"Let's run away!"

"Just run away?"

"Just run away!"

"So you don't want to work here anymore?" Rasu couldn't help but ask, and this question silenced Zarawiye.

He wants to get away with this!
If they were ordinary people, they could simply throw down their weapons and go home at this moment, and no one would say anything.

Desertion in the face of battle is normal. But they can't; they are high-ranking naval officers.

They could go home by abandoning their weapons now, but doing so would squander all the prestige and influence they had built up over the years.

NATO is coming in aggressively, Gaddafi is sure to die. With Gaddafi dead, Libya will be leaderless, and these remaining bastards will only have two choices.

They either rely on their own prestige and influence to build a team and fight for power and profit.

Or you'll be used as a tool to boost your prestige and influence, and then be hung up by others:
“That man was Gaddafi’s dog, Naval Chief of Staff Zarawiyah Ali. That bastard was a coward who ran away at the very beginning of the war. Kill that lackey.”

After a long silence, Zalawier raised his head and calmly stated his proposal:

"I don't know if I can trust you, but I want to say that if we want to survive, we have no choice but to make Gaddafi a role model."

"Therefore, we must go to Naples!"

Everyone here is intelligent. Rasuta understood Zalawier's implication and nodded slightly: "I will give the order later to organize a suicide squad, gather all those loyal to Gaddafi together, give them the best ships, and let them attack Naples."

"Go and contact the rest of the people and tell them that after this fleet sets sail, immediately shut down all communications at the naval bases and sink all the existing ships at the naval bases."

Zarawiyeh didn't move when given the assignment. He waited until Rasuta's face showed impatience before asking, "Where are the weapons?"

"half each!"

Zarawiyeh smiled and said, "OK!"

The two exchanged a smile. Zarawiyeh returned to his office to arrange work, while Rasuta was frantically mobilizing personnel.

Although the Libyan Navy has naval bases in other regions, the ships deployed at these bases are all small vessels under 500 tons, while the larger vessels over 500 tons are deployed in Tripoli.

This saved Rasuta a lot of trouble.

Half an hour after Zalawiye left, he appeared on the dock of the naval port, dressed neatly, along with all the Libyan naval personnel at the port of Tripoli.

As dusk fell, he stood at the forefront, raised his hand in salute to the soldiers before him, and then shouted:

"The president has given us a mission, a mission where we must die!"

"Attack Naples, Italy!"

"That's America's Sixth Fleet's home port and command center. Blowing up that port would be a huge blow to America's morale!"

"Now, I need suicide squad members!"

"They will sail some of our best ships across the Mediterranean and attack Naples!"

"This is a glorious and great mission, and only the president's core followers are qualified to board the ship."

“Now, all those who consider themselves the president’s core followers, step forward!”

As he shouted, the not-so-ordered line ahead began to echo with the sound of footsteps, and people gradually stepped out of the line, forming several long queues further ahead.

Rasuta stood at the very front, looking at these people with admiration, then his gaze moved past them and landed on those behind them:

"Get out of my way!"

After the reprimand, more people stepped out from the back of the crowd and joined the front line, while the rest lowered their heads and stepped back.

Rasuta withdrew his gaze from these people, continuing to look admiringly at the group before him, and cheered loudly:

"Now, let's board the ship and march on Naples!"

"Let us, under President Gaddafi's leadership, end the myth of the American fleet!"

"Get aboard!"

With his shouts, the group of people in front boarded the ship they had previously belonged to.

As the last person stepped onto the deck, Rasuta suddenly raised his right hand in a salute: "You are the best, let's go!"

Amidst shouts and the last rays of the setting sun, the Libyan ships slowly sailed out of the port and headed towards the other side of the Mediterranean.

Once the ships had completely disappeared from sight, Rasuta turned around, smiled at the soldiers who remained, and then left the dock.

…………

Since the White House declared war, America's 6th Fleet's radar and reconnaissance aircraft have been monitoring the situation in Libya.

Ships departing from the port of Tripoli naturally could not escape the eyes of radar and reconnaissance aircraft.

At first, the reconnaissance aircraft didn't pay much attention, after all, the largest of these ships only had a full-load displacement of a little over 1000 tons.

Even if these ships were to attack the Arleigh Burke-class guided-missile destroyer with all their might, they would not be able to inflict any effective damage on the destroyer.

Moreover, they couldn't even get close to the missile destroyer.

Moreover, based on their past understanding, these Libyans would obediently return to port after going out to sea and making their way around.

Unexpectedly, these ships quickly crossed Libya's territorial waters, then passed through the strait between Tunisia and Italy at an even faster speed, before suddenly turning northeast and continuing their journey in that direction.

Naples.

At the American 6th Fleet headquarters, a group of officers of all ranks and several generals stood in front of the large screen in the command center, their eyes wide and their faces filled with disbelief as they watched the dots on the radar approach them.

After a long time, someone finally asked the question:

"What...are they trying to do?"

"It seems...it seems like they're planning a surprise attack on Naples?"

"But the strait between Tunisia and Italy is a Mediterranean shipping route, with many ships day and night. Anyone who isn't blind can see them. How can this be considered a sneak attack?"

"But if they weren't attacking Naples, what were they doing out there? Shopping?"

"Forget it, let the USS Donald Cook go over there and drive them back. If they dare to make a move, just sink the whole ship."

"But General Edwin has not yet given the order to attack!"

"They've already slapped us in the face! And you're still hesitating about orders! Send a report to the Africa Command in Stuttgart and tell them that Libya has launched a preemptive strike!"

"Is this considered a proactive attack? And with only these few ships!"

"Just tell them that the Libyan navy has mobilized its entire force and is about to attack Naples!"

(End of this chapter)