Back in 1978, I was admitted to Northwestern Polytechnical University.

Chapter 306: Falling victim to this trap time and time again must mean an intelligence leak!

Qin Liang had a premonition that the Crying Kingdom was an incapable ruler, and no matter how much he helped them, all sorts of unexpected things would happen because of their own foolish actions, ultimately leading to their failure.

However, the Crying Nation's air force still deserves praise. Next, as long as the combination of Super-7 and C801 shines in naval battles, my goal will be achieved. As for the rest... it seems that even if I try my best to make it happen, I'm afraid I'll be powerless to do so.

"Yes, it's really a situation that's both laughable and frustrating. However... it's also because their anti-submarine warfare capabilities are too poor. If they had our anti-submarine rocket depth charges, it would be much easier to deal with them," said Navy Leader Zhang. "However, the lesson we learned from this naval battle is that anti-submarine depth charges will never be obsolete, no matter what."

"That's natural." Qin Liang agreed with this assertion: "However, with the advancement of torpedo technology, the range of anti-submarine depth charges also needs to be further improved."

Surface ships can use anti-submarine depth charges to attack enemy submarines, and the enemy can also use torpedoes to attack surface ships. Therefore, the best approach is to launch an attack from outside the range of the enemy's torpedoes.

The later theory that anti-submarine depth charges are useless is also based on this premise. Anti-submarine depth charges with a range of several kilometers or even tens of kilometers may be hit by torpedoes launched by the enemy before they even hit the enemy submarine.

"To increase the range, we need more advanced solid propellants, and this still depends on the research and development of Northwestern Polytechnical University."

Upon hearing what Director Zhang said, Qin Liang suddenly remembered something: he, a senior in college, hadn't been back for a long time.

However... I really can't leave. If I go back, the British will definitely block my way.

"Have the British continued to request our information recently?"

"Of course, he comes every day, and Old Liu from AVIC is getting really annoyed. But... we can't just kick him out, so we have to explain patiently. After this incident, Old Liu's patience in handling things will definitely improve a lot. By the way, the Crying Nation is here again to ask us for advice on our next battle plan..."

"Next, there's nothing much to do but start fighting and see if they can unleash the power of the Super-7 and C801 combination," Qin Liang said. "If they perform well, the British task force could be buried in the South Atlantic. If they don't perform well... that's not because of our weapons. As long as we sink one of the enemy's main warships, it will prove the advanced nature of our weapons."

"Yes, actual combat is the only standard for testing weapons, and we look forward to seeing how this combination performs."

"By the way, the British will definitely try to destroy those planes next. We really need to remind the crying country to be on guard. If our planes are bombed before they even have a chance to be used, then..."

CATIC.

"Manager Liu, we understand that your side has also exported four Y-10 transport aircraft to the crying country, and installed advanced maritime search radar on them?"

"Yes."

"We also need to receive the parameters for this radar!"

"Well... this kind of radar-equipped maritime surveillance aircraft is also part of our Eastern Navy. Mr. Rahim, I understand your urgency. To know this data, we need the approval of the naval leadership, which requires going through the proper procedures."

"It's just going through the motions again. Now, war is about to begin, and our fleet is facing the threat of the weapons and equipment you produce. Can't you... stand on the side of our allies and provide us with the data on these weapons and equipment?"

"I'm sorry, our Eastern policy is non-alignment and non-hegemony. We are not allies, we can only be considered friends. There is an old saying in the East: friends are friends, and business is business. If you want to get this data as soon as possible, there is only one way."

"what?"

"Buy our equipment."

We're back to square one!

How could Britain possibly purchase equipment from the East? Britain has always been an arms exporter! If they were to purchase equipment from the East, wouldn't that be admitting that Eastern equipment is better than theirs?

"Manager Liu, we have no need to purchase your equipment!"

"Then we can only wait for the process to proceed."

"If we are defeated this time, you Easterners will be held responsible!"

"Isn't that a bit... excessive? What if it was the Crying Nation's Type 42 destroyer that sank your Type 42 destroyer? Let me reiterate, when we sold equipment to the Crying Nation, it was in accordance with international law. At that time, the Crying Nation was not a country sanctioned under UN resolutions; they were independent and sovereign."

Manager Liu's face darkened: "We've already imposed a sales ban on the Crying Country out of friendship, which is damaging the reputation of our arms exports! We in the East have invested so much; if you still want to smear us, then we can fight back head-on..."

Rahim was taken aback, then quickly softened his tone: "That's not what I meant."

"We in the East have never bowed to threats. Back then, we drove the multinational coalition back to the 38th parallel. Now, if it happened again, we would do the same..."

"No, no, what happened before will never happen again. I promise you, please push through these processes. We are really... in a hurry."

Rahim left. Manager Liu watched his retreating figure and thought, "Hmph, the soft approach is over. Now it's time for the hard approach! Trying to get something for nothing? Bah!"

After a long voyage across the ocean, the task force finally arrived at Asunción Island. Here, they will take a short rest before entering the waters around the Falklands to begin patrols in the no-navigation zone.

"The Conqueror's demise demonstrates the strength of the Weeping Nation's military; we must prepare for the worst." John Federhouse looked at everyone with a serious expression in the conference room on shore.

Since the submarine was taken as a trophy by the Crying Nation after it surfaced, they do not know the details of the entire incident. They can only judge based on the available information that the Crying Nation's anti-submarine capabilities are very weak, so it should not have been detected by sonar. It is highly likely that it was the Crying Nation's maritime patrol aircraft that discovered the nuclear submarine's exposed periscope.

This cannot be blamed on the captain of the Conqueror for his mistake. After all, under the circumstances, visually identifying the target warship through the periscope was almost a necessary task. It's just that the Crying Nation acted too quickly, and it is very likely that this was a trap.

"Hmph, a mere ten Super-7s won't affect our carrier strike group's ability to seize air and sea supremacy." Sandy Woodward's face remained calm: "We have two aircraft carriers and dozens of Harriers. Now, we must forge ahead!"

“Yes, we need to keep moving forward,” Mike Crap added.

“Of course we have to press on, but… we’d better destroy those damn Super 7s on the ground.” John Federhouse looked at Crap: “So, if we send in special forces, could we blow up those planes in one fell swoop?”

“Of course! Let the SAS do it! Not just those Super-7s, but also the Y-10s, just blow them all up,” Klap said. “Do we have intelligence on these aircraft?”

“Yes, American reconnaissance satellites have captured images of these aircraft stationed at Stanley Airport in the Falkland Islands,” John Federhouse said. “We have people on the island who have visually confirmed this, so…”

"We'll devise a battle plan right away. They can take a submarine to the vicinity, then row over in rubber boats. Not a single plane will be left on the island!"

The submarines originally used to blockade the sea area were withdrawn after the Conqueror's accident. This time, they were used to transport personnel. The submariners were very annoyed by the shift from the front line to the second line. However, when they thought about how the Conqueror almost sank to the bottom of the sea, they were afraid and had to obey their superiors' orders.

As night deepened, the sea was unusually calm. SAS soldiers, special forces from the British Special Air Service, rowed their rubber boats with all their might. To avoid detection, they dared not start the engines; it was a test of courage and strength!

However, they firmly believed that they would achieve a complete victory. After all, they were the world's first special forces unit, and most of the modern special operations tactics were pioneered by them! On his shoulder, he wore a special insignia, and on the sash below his short sword, the words "The brave will prevail" were written.

The SAS was established at the beginning of World War II. It was originally called the Airborne Commando and existed as a special forces unit. After several years of war, it expanded to the size of a brigade, including two British regiments, two French regiments and a Belgian squadron.

At that time, they participated in almost all the desert battles, often fighting independently behind enemy lines. They were called "Red Devils" by the Germans, and even Rommel, the Desert Fox, was helpless against them, only able to capture them and execute them on the spot.

After the war, this unit seemed to have no further reason to exist. However, anti-colonial wars were erupting around the world, so the unit became active again in various colonies. They were almost constantly fighting, but their targets changed to violent elements. For example, in May 1980, during the hostage crisis at the London embassy, ​​the London police were helpless, even after one hostage was killed. The SAS was brought in, stormed the embassy, ​​blew open the doors, and rescued all the hostages. They were almost undefeated!

The Blue Team is carrying out this mission. They are skilled at driving boats and fighting after long-distance marches. This kind of operation is not challenging for them.

We've arrived at the beach!

Blue Team Commander Custer was the first to jump out of the rubber dinghy. He waded through knee-deep water, grabbed a corner of the dinghy, and strode forward. The others did the same. Once the dinghy had lost all buoyancy, they lifted it up and ran ashore.

Several locals peeked out from behind the hidden rocks: "Hey, hello! We've been waiting for you!"

"signal!"

"Count one's chickens before they are hatched."

This is an old proverb that translates to "counting chicks before the eggs hatch." I really don't know why this phrase would be used as a code. What's certain is that the person who devised this battle plan must have a twisted sense of humor.

"Hmm, so how do we get to Stanley Airport next?"

The landing point was a full twenty kilometers away from the destination!

"We'll go there by oxcart."

Not only are there large flocks of sheep on Makassar Island, but there are also many cattle. Cattle and sheep farming is the main industry on the island. Sheep are a given, but the number of cattle exceeds the entire population of the island. Therefore, Makassar Island is also known as the Cattle Island.

Soon, the creaking sound of oxcarts filled the air as the special forces soldiers embarked on a new journey in these ancient vehicles.

Although the speed was slow, judging by the time, it would be exactly two or three in the morning, which would be the most vulnerable spot in the defenses. After blowing up all those planes, there would still be plenty of time to retreat...

They will not leave the Falklands; they will continue fighting here until the landing forces arrive, at which point they will coordinate an attack from within and without.

As for food supplies, there's no need to worry! There are countless cattle and sheep here, how could they go hungry? As for ammunition supplies, we can just steal them from the island's armory later.

They have ample experience in operating behind enemy lines, so this mission is not difficult for them.

Soon, snoring filled the air on the oxcart; they wanted to make the most of this precious time to rest before the battle.

The moon is bright and the stars are few; it's a good day for an attack!
Stanley Airport was a small airport that would have been destroyed by just a few bombs. It was a pity that the Vulcan bombers' attack failed, otherwise the air base here would have been abandoned long ago!

Now, standing in the darkness outside the airport, Caster put on his low-light night vision goggles and looked at the base.

There were sentries outside, but not many, leaving enough room for them to slip in. The barbed wire could be cut, and they weren't afraid of anything electrified. Once inside, the guards would be very lax. He was confident that he had a 90% chance of succeeding in the sneak attack!
He made a series of practiced hand gestures behind him, and in the darkness, shadows began to slowly approach. As they drew closer, they skillfully bypassed the sentries and reached the barbed wire fence. Using insulated shears, they cut through the wire fence, and then, one by one, they slipped inside.

They split into fourteen groups, each carrying explosives. Ten Super-7s and four Y-10s were blown up! As for the Q-5s on the other side, their performance was too poor, so there was no need to worry about them.

Caster rushed ahead towards the farthest Y-10, but as he ran, he noticed something was wrong: why was the Super 7 that had just passed by swaying?
This is a fighter jet, even a light one. It shouldn't be able to shake wildly in a gust of wind, right?

He stopped, took a deep breath, and ran towards the nearest Super 7. The closer he got, the more he felt something was wrong; the texture of the plane didn't seem to be aluminum alloy...

Finally, he arrived in front of the plane. The plane was about the same size as a real plane, and its surface was indeed shiny. However, when he reached out, he could feel... the wrinkles of aluminum foil.

This is... a wooden body with an exterior covered in aluminum foil!
"Get out!"

Caster broke the silence, calling out anxiously over the radio.

Unfortunately, it's too late!
Thump! Boom!
A flare was launched into the night sky, illuminating the entire airport. In the light, SAS soldiers were quickly searching for cover, but... the bare airport and the wooden planes offered no cover whatsoever, and all around...

A rumbling sound rang out, and the army of the Crying Nation had actually brought up tanks and armored vehicles!
How is this played?
In various online novels, special forces soldiers are portrayed as powerful warriors, like Rambo, who are invincible. In reality, this is pure nonsense. No matter how powerful special forces soldiers are, can they be as powerful as tanks and armored vehicles?
What kind of S-shaped dodge maneuver can you dodge bullets or artillery shells?

Against a large-scale army, special forces are doomed. They are merely playing hide-and-seek with the enemy, relying on their stealth advantage. In essence, they are guerrillas, and they will be defeated by regular troops.

Now they have two choices: either die rather than surrender and detonate the explosives they brought to destroy the airport, but they would all probably die here; or they can surrender.

Castor's face was grim as he hesitated, unsure of what to do. Across the street, the loudspeaker was already blaring.

"Listen up, British SAS special forces! You are surrounded. Continuing to resist will only lead to your death. Your best option now is to surrender immediately. We will treat prisoners of war well and let you live to reunite with your families after the war. Think of your wives and children. You have been deceived by politicians!"

Whether he'd been scammed or not, Caster didn't know. But now, he thought of his wife and children back home. If he died, that beautiful woman would surely take his pension and marry someone else, and his children would have to call another man "egg"...

"Surrender, we surrender."

Without shedding a drop of blood, they captured all the special forces that landed on the Falkland Islands!
It was already three in the morning, but after the news reached the capital of the Crying Kingdom, Castelli was still woken up from his bed. He didn't blame his subordinates at all, and his face was full of excitement.

"Good, good, good. As long as we follow the plan provided by our friends, we will definitely achieve victory! Speaking of which... it also makes me curious, how come our friends have such a clear understanding of the British's actions?"

If we can know what the enemy is going to do in advance, we will definitely be able to win!

Castelli was confident of victory in the war.

“It’s very likely that they have spies in Britain, and they’re either high-ranking officials or in the military,” Anaya said.

"Yes, this is top secret, it absolutely cannot be revealed!"

On the other side, Asunción Island.

The generals didn't sleep all night, waiting for news from the island: had the SAS succeeded?
No news came back, and even the spies who made contact were all caught up in the massacre.

However, as dawn broke and American satellites flew over the Falklands, they brought them some disappointing news.

Everything was normal at Falklands Airport, with no signs of an explosion, which means that the SAS made a mistake!
“It seems the Crying Nation already knows we’re going to attack the airport.” John Federhouse’s face was grim. “Throughout the war, from the very beginning, we’ve been on the defensive at every turn. We’ve deployed bombers, only to be intercepted; we’ve deployed submarines, only to be captured; we’ve deployed special forces, only to disappear without a trace. Once or twice might be an accident, but this is the third time!”

Woodward's face was also grim: "It seems quite obvious that one of us has leaked information!"

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

　PS: Stanley Airport in 84.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)