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Chapter 307 C801, Launch!
Downing Street was aware of the previous operations, but now, the deployment of the SAS was a military operation decided by their task force itself, because John Federhouse had full authority, and military operations on the Falklands did not require notification to Downing Street.

So... this operation was known only to them and the people carrying out the mission, so... there was a spy among them!

“This, this is impossible! Our people, bought off by the Crying Kingdom? Are you kidding me!” Mike Crap immediately denied: “Today is not April Fool’s Day.”

“Yes, I also hope this is just an April Fool’s joke, but unfortunately…” John Federhouse looked anxious: “Finding the person who leaked the information will not be easy, so now we can’t wait any longer.”

MI5 is very powerful, but identifying an internal spy takes a long time. If they continue to stay on Asunción, the whole world will think that the British Navy is afraid and dares not move forward. Moreover, deploying a huge fleet would cost an astronomical amount every day. They cannot wait any longer, otherwise it would drag down the country's economy.

They could only move forward, relentlessly moving forward!
On the island of Asunción, messages are easy to send out, but how do they get out at sea?
Satellite communication on warships is only available to a few people. As long as these few people are monitored, it can be guaranteed that there will be no leaks. Others can only pass messages by mail, which is too inefficient and will not have any impact on the war situation.

Therefore, we should launch an immediate attack while simultaneously having MI5 conduct a covert investigation, employing a two-pronged approach.

"We believe that in the face of absolute strength, no schemes or tricks will work!"

Hearing him say that, the others felt a little awkward. Now, it seems like we're the ones resorting to tricks and schemes, right? All our various moves have been thwarted by the Crying Kingdom, and you're saying that tricks and schemes won't work? Are you talking about ourselves?

Everyone disagreed, but dared not show it. Now, they could be treated as spies at any time. Wartime was different from peacetime.

"I order the fleet to immediately end its rest and reorganization and depart in three hours!"

"Yes!"

The massive fleet embarked on its journey once again. This time, they charged forward relentlessly, either defeating their opponents or being sunk by the enemy at sea!

When Great Britain, by divine mandate, rose first from the blue sea, rose, rose, rose from the blue sea! This was the favor of the heavens, the blessing and special favor of the earth… The resounding song echoed over the entire sea, and the waves of the Atlantic Ocean seemed to echo them, surging exceptionally high that day.

In the distance, fishing boats dot the sea.

"Report back home immediately! The British Navy has been deployed!"

As soon as the telegrams began to tick, the British naval fleet's specialized electronic reconnaissance equipment locked onto the target.

"Someone is sending a telegram from the sea!"

"Send a helicopter over immediately and take control of that ship!"

The fishing boat was quickly intercepted, and radio equipment was found on board. However, the people on board insisted that the equipment was brought out to sea and did not violate international regulations, so the authorities could do nothing about the fishing boat.

After this minor incident, the fleet continued its advance, getting closer and closer to Falkland Island.

The Weeping Country, Bad Congonia Naval Air Base.

"Quickly, quickly, maintain and service all our anti-ship missiles, then mount them on our fighter jets. This will be the most dazzling victory. Everything before was just preparation. This time, we will send the British Navy to the bottom of the sea and let them know that the once mighty British Empire is dead!"

The Falklands dispute originated from the Age of Exploration, when Britain, with its powerful fleet, occupied the Falklands! Now, Britain is a second-rate power, yet it still clings to its past dreams!

Now, it's time for the British to face reality!

"Should we keep a batch of our Super-7s out for air combat? If the Sea Harriers take off over there, can we still..."

"Those Sea Harriers aren't even worth our attention. If we encounter them, we'll take them out with our Lightning 10! If we don't, we'll continue our mission. The first wave is a surprise attack; their Sea Harriers might not even have a chance to take off!"

Under heavy loads, the locations where the auxiliary fuel tanks were originally mounted on the two wings were instead fitted with anti-ship missiles. This resulted in insufficient fuel, requiring in-flight refueling to meet the round-trip requirements. If refueling failed, there was no need to worry; after firing the missiles, it would be sufficient to fly to the Falkland Islands and land.

Therefore, it can also carry two Lightning-10 missiles on the outer side of the wing, and a Rattlesnake missile on the outermost side, making it armed to the teeth.

Actually, it's because they don't have enough fighter jets. If they had more planes, they would definitely reserve some to seize air superiority! The base commander's expression was complicated.

When you actually use it, it always feels like it's not enough.

"Report: Two Super-7s are still undergoing maintenance. The maximum number that can be deployed at present is only eighteen!"

"Hmm, eighteen is quite a lot. Divide them into three formations and launch an attack together. Thirty-six anti-ship missiles will keep the British busy for a while," the commander said. "With the strength of their fleet, there's no way they can intercept so many missiles!"

It's not that no matter how many planes you buy, they can all be deployed. Some planes will always be unable to take off for various reasons. A 90% sortie rate is already very strong!
The commander was very pleased to see the missile, which had completed testing, being hung on the wing.

Behind us, the Rose Palace.

"Currently, the main force of the attack consists of twenty Super-7s, which will carry anti-ship missiles and launch the first round of attacks. At the same time, all of our Q-5 fighters have been transferred to the Falklands base. After the anti-ship missile attack, the Q-5s will carry bombs and continue to fly over their fleet for another round of bombing."

Anaya was full of anticipation: "After these two rounds of bombing, their fleet will probably have very few things left that can float. As long as we destroy those two aircraft carriers, they will have no choice but to leave. The Falklands are destined to be ours!"

Castelli nodded: "We expect naval air operations. Where are our aircraft carriers?"

"At...port".

Why isn't the aircraft carrier being deployed?

"Our aircraft carrier carries carrier-based aircraft with poor performance. Even if it flies over, it probably won't have much effect..."

"No, the aircraft carrier must be deployed!"

"Ok."

Anaya knew that Castelli wanted to concentrate more forces, but... if their own aircraft carrier were sunk, it would be a huge blow to their morale. At this time, it would be most appropriate to only deploy land-based air forces, but Castelli was not satisfied.

“Later, we will deploy the Super-7 on aircraft carriers to replace those old Skyhawk attack aircraft,” Castelli continued.

"Well... we're afraid we'll have to order from the East."

"Yes, as long as we can win this battle, we will replace the carrier's aircraft no matter how much it costs."

In fact, Castelli's statement is not wrong. After all, the maximum takeoff weight of the Super-7 is similar to that of the A4, but the thrust of its engine is much greater than that of the A4. Therefore, the outdated catapults on their aircraft carrier can indeed launch the Super-7. After installing arresting hooks, it can meet the takeoff and landing requirements.

As for the performance of the Super-7 itself... the carrier-based aircraft of the future navy is the J-7, which is an improvement on the J-7. The current Super-7 is similar to the J-7 and can naturally be deployed on ships, but it will require major modifications and will cost a lot of money.

This project can only be proposed by the Crying Country, and only by paying for its research and development can they be helped to make it work.

The premise is that we can win this battle!
"Report: The Y-10 maritime patrol aircraft has detected the British task force, which has entered the area 200 nautical miles east of the Falklands. Specific coordinates..."

"Send this to the air force base immediately, ordering them to take off and engage in combat!"

"Yes."

The aircraft carrier still needs to be started, so it's destined to miss the big battle!
Bad Congonia Naval Air Base.

With a roar, Major Augusto Bedakaraz and his wingman Lieutenant Armando Majora were the first to taxi onto the runway. They pulled up almost at the end of the runway and slowly took off. Considering the possibility of failed in-flight refueling, they did not engage afterburner during takeoff to save fuel.

The two-plane formation took off in succession and quickly flew over the sea, forming three six-plane formations. Under the wings, the heavy C801 anti-ship missiles exuded a fierce killing intent.

This is a battle destined to be recorded in history!
In space, a reconnaissance satellite streaks across the sky.

On the Atlantic Ocean, the blue waves ripple, and the aircraft carrier group sails, braving the wind and waves.

The two aircraft carriers were at the core of the formation, with various vests busy on the decks, and occasionally sea harriers would take to the sky.

Invincible-class, on the island superstructure.

"From now on, we will conduct routine patrols. There are three reasons for this: first, to put pressure on the Falklands garrison..."

Woodward hadn't finished speaking when someone rushed in.

"Report! Intelligence received from US satellites indicates that eighteen Super-7 fighter jets have taken off from the Crying Nation's naval air base..."

"What?" Woodward's eyes widened. "Have they confirmed the accuracy of this intelligence?"

The Crying Country clearly only had ten Super 7 fighter jets, so how could eighteen of them have taken off now?

This unscientific!

"They confirmed that the satellite captured images of eighteen fighter jets waiting to take off on the tarmac, each carrying two anti-ship missiles."

"Damn it, prepare to launch our sea harriers immediately! All those that can fly, be ready to take off at any moment!" Woodward shouted. "Even those on the merchant ships are no exception! Our escorting destroyers, prepare to intercept! Open fire immediately upon spotting a target!"

"Yes!"

These damned air force soldiers from the crying country actually want to play the same way as the Russians, launching a saturation attack with thirty-six missiles. How the hell can we stop them?!
"Order the helicopters to prepare to take off at any time, carrying electromagnetic reflectors!"

This method, which they invented, is used to attract the enemy's anti-ship missiles. Even if it can deceive some of them, it can greatly reduce the air defense pressure on the fleet.

The entire fleet suddenly tensed up.

"Report! Fleet Commander General Federhaus has sent an order for us to change course and proceed towards Asunción Island!"

Is this a retreat?

Of course not, this is a strategic maneuver!
Detecting an aircraft carrier battle group at sea is no easy feat. While aircraft carrier battle groups are large, the ocean is even larger! Detecting a supercarrier battle group like the one from the United States is incredibly difficult!

Even if satellites were used to scan the entire sea surface, creating a massive amount of photos, there wouldn't be enough intelligence personnel to analyze them. Only when artificial intelligence matures and can analyze the data itself can carrier strike groups truly be exposed.

As for the Navy of the Crying Nation... they don't have reconnaissance satellites, so they rely on maritime patrol aircraft, which can easily lose track of their targets. As long as our side makes a turn, we can shake off the other side. After all, the other side has just taken off and it will take one or two hours to fly here!

"Yes, change course immediately!"

The warships drew huge arcs of water from their sterns, and the fleet began to turn in unison, giving Woodward the illusion that his fleet was very powerful!

Just as they were making their hasty retreat, the formation met up with aerial refueling tankers in the western waters of the Falkland Islands.

The fully loaded aircraft was very difficult to operate, but Major Bedakaraz was already used to it. He calmly pushed the control stick and connected it to the aerial refueling probe in one go, and fuel gushed into his fighter jet.

it is good!
If this aerial refueling is completed, the attack will have a very high chance of success!
Major Bedakaraz moved to the side, and his wingman, Lieutenant Majora, successfully docked and began aerial refueling.

The two looked at each other and then gave each other a thumbs up.

All done!

The two men detached from the aerial refueling tanker and continued their journey forward.

Inside the cockpit, a line of text suddenly appeared on the head-up display.

"Super-7 formation, attention! Target has changed course. Adjust your course!"

With Y-10 maritime patrol aircraft keeping an eye on the other side's fleet, they still think they can escape? They have no chance of escaping!

Moreover, with the assistance of the first-generation data link, the intelligence searched by the Y-10 patrol aircraft could be directly transmitted to their fleet. In later terms, this is called system confrontation!

The group continued refueling afterwards. These pilots were all carefully selected, and this aerial refueling achieved a record of 100% success.

For a seasoned air force pilot, aerial refueling is one of the most common operations.

"Attention, we are 200 kilometers from the target. Descend to 500 meters!" Major Bedakaraz began issuing orders.

Flying at extremely low altitudes can conceal one's movements, but it also increases fuel consumption. Therefore, the basic attack strategy is to fly at high altitude, bomb at low altitude, and then return at high altitude, which is a high-low-high combat method.

Super Seven's attack was no exception.

The aircraft group lowered its altitude and continued flying at an altitude of 500 meters above the sea.

"Attention, we are 100 kilometers from the target. Descend to 100 meters!"

The aircraft group lowered its altitude again.

Meanwhile, on the Falkland Islands, Q-5 attack aircraft taxied onto the runway one after another and took off. Under their wings, the metal bombs reflected the sunlight, creating a striking sight. Adding to this were two Sidewinder missiles for self-defense, making for an imposing sight.

On the sea, the carrier strike group is still sailing. To the right rear of the group is the Type 42 destroyer HMS Sheffield.

"Has any unusual target been detected?" Captain Ray Evans asked the radar operator, his eyes fixed warily on the radar screen.

"No, so far, everything is normal," the radar operator replied. "However, as you know, if the enemy flies close to the sea surface, our radar can only detect them at a distance of up to forty kilometers..."

We still lack carrier-based early warning aircraft!

If it were a US carrier strike group, an E-2 early warning aircraft would take off and be able to clearly see the situation within hundreds of kilometers of the entire fleet.

However, the UK doesn't have one. The 20,000-ton aircraft carrier can't operate the E-2 early warning aircraft. Now, some people have proposed a plan to modify the carrier-based early warning helicopter, but that's a long-term solution that can't address the immediate problem.

Carrier-based fighter jets? The Sea Harrier doesn't have advanced pulse-Doppler radar; it can only visually search for targets...

Ray Evans frowned, and for some reason, a sense of crisis was creeping closer.

"It's probably because our formation changed course and they didn't notice," the radar operator said. "They're still heading towards our original course, so they'll definitely miss us."

“We need to break formation and establish an interception line behind the formation,” Ray Evans said. “Now, get me satellite communication; I need to communicate with the fleet.”

"However, to enable satellite communication, we can only temporarily shut down the radar..."

"Okay, then we'll shut it down for one minute."

With more electronic equipment on warships, electromagnetic interference between them becomes a major problem. The interference issue between the long-range search radar and satellite communication system on the Type 42 destroyer has never been resolved. But... it's only for a minute, nothing unexpected should happen, right?

At this moment, on the sea, among the Super 7 aircraft flying at an altitude of 100 meters, the lead aircraft suddenly raised its nose and began to climb.

The tail engine was luxuriously activated with afterburner, and with the surging thrust, the fighter jet rapidly climbed, two hundred meters, five hundred meters...

As the aircraft climbed to 500 meters, Major Bedakaraz pushed the control stick and began to dive. Just as the nose of the aircraft plunged down, the pulse-Doppler radar inside the aircraft had already scanned the naval formation ahead. Several bright spots appeared on the radar screen, two of which were particularly clear.

"Attention, Aries has located the precise position of the target. Transmission is now commencing. Once transmission is complete, launch the missiles according to your assigned target data!"

Maritime patrol aircraft can also search for targets, but due to the long distance and insufficient accuracy, they still need to rely on their own airborne radar and fire control system to provide guidance data for missiles. Moreover, they can transmit the data to other aircraft via data link, so that each aircraft does not have to do the same thing.

Three seconds later.

Bang, bang!
The sound of the racks releasing was heard, and the two C801 missiles detached from the racks, wobbling and falling downwards for more than ten meters. Then, the engines at the tail ignited, and the intense flames propelled the missiles forward.

The white smoke trail at the end left a clear contrail on the sea surface.

One way, two ways, three ways...

Thirty-six plumes of white smoke formed a beautiful curtain on the sea surface, extending forward at a height of fifteen meters above the water.

"Return!"

With the mission nearly accomplished, Major Bedakaraz ordered the return flight.

"Two Harriers at ten o'clock!" Lieutenant Majora suddenly shouted.

(End of this chapter)