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

Chapter 317 Although I was rescued, it was a humiliating experience.

Qin Liang didn't care and continued eating. If the sky were to fall, the taller ones would hold it up; he shouldn't worry about it.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Leader Ye looked at Qin Liang.

"Liangzi, let's go out together."

"What?"

"Let's go, we'll explain once we're in the car."

"I haven't finished my meal yet."

"Take the food in the car!"

Qin Liang was speechless. He could only take the aluminum alloy lunchbox, pack a few of his favorite foods, and then follow Leader Ye out to the car, leaving the people in the room looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Leader Ye, what's the matter?" Qin Liang asked, sitting in the car, eating as he looked at him.

"The crying Chinese are here again, demanding that we export more advanced anti-ship missiles to them, the kind of big guys that can send American supercarriers to the bottom of the sea."

"what?"

Qin Liang frowned, not even having time to swallow the braised pork. What did this mean?
"Leader Ye, does the Navy mean to sell our supersonic anti-ship missiles? This would risk completely offending Britain, so you'd better think it through."

That's why I asked you to come over.

Qin Liang felt that the food in front of him no longer tasted good.

Clearly, the Navy wants to sell, not to make money, but to test the power of its own weapons. No matter how many missiles are fired in the exercise range, it is not as good as firing one in actual combat. Testing in actual combat is the best choice. If this opportunity is missed, there may not be another one.

However... there are significant political risks involved, so even Leader Ye was undecided. Therefore, he simply called Qin Liang to go together to... China National Aero-Technology Import & Export Corporation!

CATIC.

"Manager Liu, please give Liangzi a detailed account of what happened!"

“Yes, Leader Ye,” Manager Liu began. “Here’s what happened: about an hour ago, the captain of the Crying Nation’s aircraft carrier, that Garcia, came to see us again. This time, he proposed purchasing anti-ship missiles capable of sinking the 60,000-ton Midway. We initially refused, but…”

"but what?"

"They said they would be willing to spend a hundred million dollars to buy this weapon! So all we could do was tell them we would consider it and to go back and wait for news. Then I quickly called the Navy."

One hundred million dollars!
Once this deal is accepted, there will be enough money to start construction on the first Type 052 destroyer. Although the missiles are produced by Northwestern Polytechnical University, the main profits will definitely come from the Navy, since the Navy also bears the risks. If Northwestern Polytechnical University is given 10 million, the Navy will still have 90 million left.

All the equipment on the Type 052 destroyer is domestically produced, so the budget was almost enough to cover the construction costs.

"Ryoko!"

Qin Liang remained silent.

"Comrade Qin Liang! Now, we need to think of a proper solution..."

"Sigh." Qin Liang sighed. "Alright, since the navy wants it, we have to find a way. First of all, the traditional methods are definitely not going to work. For example, continuing to use the Super-7 to carry it would undoubtedly expose our presence. We must ensure that even if the British navy is attacked, they have no idea where the attack is coming from."

"Yes," Leader Ye nodded, "Tell me, what solutions do you have?"

"Either the sky, the sea, or underwater."

This seemed like saying nothing at all, but... Leader Ye widened his eyes: "Go on!"

"First, from the air, we'll use our Y-10. This type of aircraft is originally designed for maritime surveillance, equipped with a large-aperture radar that can detect carrier strike groups hundreds of kilometers away. As long as we integrate our subsonic-supersonic anti-ship missiles onto the Y-10, we can launch missile attacks after detection, preferably in waters far from the Falklands, such as near Asunción Island..."

That's right, with early warning aircraft, aircraft carrier battle groups have the ability to detect threats early. However, early warning aircraft also have limitations.

A Nimitz-class supercarrier would be equipped with four E-2 early warning aircraft, and each aircraft would only be able to stay airborne for about six hours. The four aircraft would need to take off once a day to complete uninterrupted airborne early warning.

Flying every day would be extremely painful for the flight crew. It would also be a huge burden for maintenance personnel.

This doesn't matter to the United States. As long as they deploy two aircraft carriers, they can double the time interval, deploying every two days, which is acceptable. Moreover, many carriers will also carry an extra E-2, since the Nimitz-class has a displacement of 100,000 tons, which provides ample space.

However, the USS Midway was not an option. After all, it was an aircraft carrier with a displacement of 60,000 tons, carrying only two E-2s. In the combat zone, it would need to take off every day for early warning, while in a safe place, such as Asunción, it certainly wouldn't be as vigilant.

Moreover, a long-range aircraft like the Y-10 could easily fly a round trip to Asunción! The British would have no chance against it.

"That's probably difficult. After all, the Crying Nation doesn't want to escalate the war. They just want to take back the Falklands, not attack the British mainland. Fighting in the waters around the Falklands is completely different from fighting in Asunción." Leader Ye shook his head.

This is a good idea, but unfortunately, the people of our country cannot accept it.

"If that doesn't work, then the only option is to send the navy of the Crying Nation to ambush them on their way to the Falklands."

An aircraft carrier strike group is a big target, but the ocean is even bigger. Once an aircraft carrier strike group enters the ocean, it's no different from a drop of water entering the ocean; it's very difficult to find.

Even with American intelligence, the British Navy might not be able to detect the crying nation's naval formation in time.

“We can help them modify their warships, for example, by installing our subsonic and supersonic anti-ship missile launchers on their Type 42 destroyers. We just need to transplant the shore-to-ship missiles. When the British Navy sets sail for the Falklands, for example, when it is 400 or 500 kilometers away from the Falklands, we can suddenly launch an attack. By then, their E-2s will still not have taken off, and we will have a chance to succeed.”

In short, everything depends on the E-2 not taking off!
"We have to guard against early warning aircraft. Does that mean that in the future, if our navy wants to launch an attack on a target, we'll have to do it at this time too?" Leader Ye asked, frowning.

"Of course not, Leader Ye. We proposed multiple missile options back then, including stealth missiles, right? By the time we use them, they will definitely be upgraded stealth versions, the kind that even early warning aircraft will have difficulty detecting."

A smile finally appeared on Leader Ye's face. That's right, the ones we use ourselves are definitely different from the ones we export!
"Hmm, this plan is more feasible. Any other ideas?"

"There are other possibilities, but those would be much more brutal. For example, the British could take over the Falklands first and then wage a major war around them. The British would use F-4 carrier-based aircraft to seize air superiority and bomb the Falklands airports to smithereens. As a result, the fighter jets taking off from the mainland of the United States would need to refuel in mid-air, which would greatly reduce their attack power, and their carrier strike groups would also lower their guard."

Qin Liang continued explaining his plan: "After dozens of days of fighting, their early warning aircraft will be exhausted, their airtime will be shortened, and their defense gaps will increase. At that time, the Crying Nation's naval fleet can launch an attack from the British rear, which is hundreds of kilometers away from the eastern part of the Falkland Islands. Then, there will be a great chance of success."

This would expose the weaknesses of our combination of Super 7 and C801. Once there are losses, it will be difficult to continue selling. Therefore, this method is best avoided.

“Hmm, this tactic should be the easiest for the Crying Country to choose.” Leader Ye nodded: “How about this, tell them all our plans and see what they choose. However, as long as they accept, the money must be paid immediately. By the way, our missiles cannot have any Chinese characters on them; they must all be in Russian.”

Even if this missile explodes, it won't necessarily destroy everything completely; there will always be a few remnants. Moreover, if any don't explode, the other side might pick them up and then pin the blame on the Russians. Anyway, the crying country has already been talking about making contact with the Russians recently.

"Yes, no problem." Qin Liang nodded.

That night.

"Manager Liu, what's your decision?" "The relevant departments have provided several tactics; you can choose freely..."

Garcia's eyes widened as he listened to the tactics, nodding repeatedly: "Excellent, excellent! The East is indeed our true friend."

"No, no, none of this has anything to do with us. All your tactics and equipment were provided by the Russians, Mr. Garcia. I hope you remember that."

"Understood, understood, we will absolutely not make things difficult for our friends from the East."

At the same time, in the United States.

Woo, woo!
The USS Midway sounded its horn, the sound deafening.

At the dock where the USS Midway was moored, a group of people were carrying out a handover.

"Now, on behalf of the United States Navy, I hand over the USS Midway to the British Navy. I hope you will enable this aircraft carrier to achieve brilliant results once again!" Powell's voice was full of authority.

"On behalf of the Royal Navy, I take possession of the Midway and rename it HMS Queen Elizabeth, hoping it will lead our Royal Navy to victory!" Mike Crap replied.

The last naval battle is over. At that time, he was just the commander of Task Force 317.0. After the main force was destroyed, he became the navy's last reliance. The next war belongs to him!
The new warship was named HMS Elizabeth, one of the British Navy's favorite names. In the battleship era, there was a giant ship with a displacement of 29,000 tons and carrying 381mm guns, named HMS Elizabeth.

With the advent of aircraft carriers, there were even more. Not to mention those before World War II, after World War II, one was commissioned in 1961, and the British built some themselves in later years.

Now, this second-hand aircraft carrier, which has been handed over, has been named HMS Queen Elizabeth by the British. The hull number has been painted on, and the British Navy's meager number of officers and soldiers have been training on it for half a month. With the help of the US Navy, they have basically mastered the operation of this aircraft carrier.

Although a large number of prisoners have not yet been rescued, they cannot wait any longer. They want to sail the aircraft carrier back to Britain first, conduct drills along the way to further master the carrier control technology, and then bring the carrier-based aircraft from the shore for coordinated training with the carrier-based aircraft.

Fortunately, although the British Navy suffered heavy losses this time, it did not lose many pilots, and they were all Harrier pilots. F-4 fighter pilots are still around, with skilled technical experience. Many of them have also received training in carrier-based aircraft take-off and landing in the United States. With them on board and a few more months of training, they will be ready to take revenge!
In a way, we should thank the US Navy and Air Force for the dispute.

Back then, McDonnell Douglas's Phantom fighter jet was developed for the Navy, so the nose was designed and reinforced for catapult takeoff and arrested landing, and features like the carrier hook were standard equipment. Later, the U.S. Air Force, lacking suitable fighter jets, took a liking to the Phantom. At that time, the U.S. Navy demanded that McDonnell Douglas sell the aircraft, but not modify it!

For the Air Force, those parts reinforced for carrier-based operations are dead weight. Land-based fighters don't need them, but they can't be modified. If they are to be modified, they should fly with the same set of carrier-based aircraft!

The US Air Force had no choice but to accept it, and the versions purchased by other countries' air forces were naturally left unchanged.

Now, the land-based Phantoms can be deployed to the ships at any time, which saves them a lot of trouble.

With the main carrier-based aircraft secured, the early warning aircraft still needed to be procured, which would cost another sum of money. Furthermore, the tractors on the warships were all expensive products, so they had no choice but to make do with tractors for the time being.

Once the prisoners from the Crying Nation are rescued, the four Kidd-class destroyers will be operational. With a few more escort ships transferred from the mainland, the second expeditionary fleet will be ready! The amphibious forces will not suffer significant losses and can continue to retake the Falklands.

You have to get up from where you fell! If you don't get up this time, it's like someone has dug out your kneecap, and you'll never be able to stand up again!
As Mike Crap watched the Union Jack fluttering in the wind atop the warship's mast, he clenched his fist in secret.

The Land of Weeping.

"What? We can get our hands on a weapon that can take down a supercarrier? Great, great, fantastic! We can tell the British now: double the ransom and we'll release them!" Castelli exclaimed excitedly.

Their biggest fear was that when the British fleet returned, they would be defeated, the Falklands would be seized, they would all have to step down, and they would not be able to escape to the West; their fate would certainly be extremely tragic.

Now that we have this powerful weapon, we can win! There's nothing to be afraid of anymore. Keeping those prisoners is just a waste of food; let's just exchange them for some money.

In the conference room.

"Mr. North, after careful consideration by our general, and also in order to show our goodwill, we have decided to release the prisoners who came to invade our country."

“Really? That’s really good news.” A smile finally appeared on John North’s face.

"However... during this time, those prisoners have eaten a lot of our food, so the meal fee for each prisoner has been increased to three hundred thousand US dollars."

The price has jumped from 100,000 per person to 300,000! That means what was originally 300 million US dollars has now become... 900 million! This is absolutely unacceptable!
"No, no, we will not accept this demand! You are threatening us, our mushroom bombs..."

"If you really want to use mushroom bombs, we're not afraid. After all, we have Soviet friends to help us. Do you believe that even without mushroom bombs, we can still obtain a weapon of mass destruction with the same effect?"

John North remained silent.

Now, there's no point in continuing to threaten them. The other side has agreed to release the prisoners, which is the best possible outcome for the British Navy. Soon, the Weeping Nation will regret it, as these prisoners will come to fight them in even more advanced warships!

If you can't threaten, then... let's talk about price.

“We think $300,000 per person is too much. We can increase the amount we promised last time to $150,000 per person…”

"No, no, that's too little. It should be at least 250,000."

After some haggling, the price was finally settled at $200,000 per person. In this way, the prisoners generated $600 million for the Crying Nation. Even if $300 million was spent to equip the navy, they could still pocket the remaining $300 million.

As for the country's economy... the military government doesn't want to think about that for now. They defeated the British and have won the support of the domestic population. The poor economy is only due to British economic sanctions, and has nothing to do with them.

The Falkland Islands remained quiet. The entire war had taken place at sea, and the islands hadn't been hit by any bombs. The few British special forces soldiers who landed had long since been subdued; they were among the first prisoners.

At the same time, they were also lucky, at least they had a prison to live in. Later, because there were too many prisoners, they were moved directly into the sheepfold, where they lived with sheep all day long. That kind of life...

At some point, Custer opened his eyes and looked out of the prison's iron bars. There, the night sky had receded, and some sunlight had appeared.

A new day has arrived, and it's probably going to be just as boring as yesterday, right?
Footsteps could be heard outside. Every day at this time, someone would bring food. It was usually just plain toast, and occasionally a croissant would be considered a delicacy. But now... why does it smell like roasted meat?
"Come on, let's eat!"

Castor trembled as he looked at the large piece of grilled steak on his plate, along with a glass of wine.

"Hey, hey, we are prisoners of war. We have surrendered. We should not be killed. This is a blatant violation of basic international conventions!"

The person delivering the food smiled.

"Are you all so afraid of dying?"

"We are not afraid of death, but we cannot die meaninglessly."

"This is indeed the last meal, but not the last meal of your lives; it is the last meal before you leave the Falkland Islands."

what?
"The war is over? No, no, it shouldn't be like this. It should end with a British victory..."

The person delivering the food had already gone ahead, leaving only a proud silhouette.

"Victory will forever belong to the nation of weeping!"

Although they were about to leave Madoka Island, and although the food was delicious, cries could be heard from inside the prison, as if they were being given a last meal before their execution. Their hearts were deeply wounded!

(End of this chapter)