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

Chapter 324 The Footsteps of War Approach Once Again

Before we knew it, it was already June.

On the Atlantic Ocean, the waves were high, and a fleet cut through the waves, moving forward at high speed.

In the center of the fleet, the HMS Queen Elizabeth, with a displacement of 60,000 tons, looks very spectacular.

On the deck, the sea breeze was blowing.

"We've already accelerated to thirty knots!" Augustus Cameron exclaimed excitedly. "This aircraft carrier is really well-made; even fully loaded, it can still reach this speed!"

"892nd Squadron calling, carrier strike group sighted, requesting landing!"

"Roger that, you can land!" Cameron replied. "Welcome home, kids!"

Back then, after purchasing F-4 fighter jets from the United States, the Navy deployed them to two fighter squadrons, 767 and 892. The former was a training squadron, so only the 892 squadron was deployed to the aircraft carrier.

In 1978, with the relocation of HMS Ark Royal, both squadrons were disbanded, and the pilots were incorporated into the Air Force.

Now, they're back!
The lead aircraft was piloted by Mike, the former squadron leader of the 892nd Squadron, whose eyes were filled with excitement.

They're back, finally back! Four years later, they finally have an aircraft carrier that can arresting landings and catapult launches again, and their fighter jets have finally been improved and given a new lease on life!
"Cigar, watch your posture!" Arthur Clarke, who was directing the landing operation from behind the Fresnel light box at the stern of the aircraft carrier, shouted loudly, "If you can't land perfectly, I'll give you a three out of ten!"

The operating procedures of British aircraft carriers are almost entirely copied from those of American aircraft carriers. Every time a carrier-based aircraft lands, the landing guide will give it a score, with a maximum score of five points. Three points is a failing grade, and if you get three points twice in a row, you have to go back to land to relearn.

"Cigars received. Don't worry, this was absolutely a perfect landing!"

The roar grew closer and closer. The plane swayed from side to side a few times before successfully landing on the deck. The tail hook accurately caught the second arresting cable, pulling it forward like a bowstring. The speed of the fighter jet rapidly decreased until it reached zero.

On the bridge.

"That was truly a perfect landing. Our British Royal Naval Air Service is the best!" Cameron said.

Beside him, Mike Cramp stared at the plane with a complicated expression.

On the outside of the air intake, there's that familiar concentric ring symbol, which is the emblem of their British Air Force. And on the vertical stabilizer, there's that big Ω, which is the last letter of the 24 Greek letters, "Omega." I haven't seen it for four years!
I thought I would never see the insignia on the tail of the Royal Navy’s last conventional takeoff and landing carrier-based fighter squadron, No. 892 Squadron, again. But I never expected that it would finally be here again!

The second, the third... Phantom fighters landed one after another, and soon the bow of the ship was piled with carrier-based aircraft.

This is the final test before departure. Pilots who pass this test will go to the South Atlantic to fight the second war!
With this batch of aircraft, the improved avionics from the East, and even the ability to carry advanced long-range air defense missiles with a range of over 100 kilometers, plus the four Kidd-class destroyers escorting nearby, our navy will definitely not fail this time!
"Report!" Just then, the first mate walked in: "We just received news that the Iron Lady has decided to come to our aircraft carrier by helicopter for an inspection!"

"Okay, let's get ready to welcome them!"

Half an hour later, the Neptune helicopter slowly landed.

Unlike other helicopters, this Sea King has a radar antenna folded and installed under its belly. This is a shipborne early warning helicopter modified with Eastern technology!
Looking at the whole world, only Dongfang can complete the modification work in such a short time, and only Dongfang can offer such a low price!

The sound of the rotor churning the airflow gradually decreased as the engine's roar subsided, until it stopped altogether.

The cabin door opened, and an old woman appeared. Her gaze was firm, and her attitude was unyielding.

“Welcome to inspect our naval fleet!” Mike Crap greeted them and saluted.

"Yes, I'm here to see our soldiers off to war."

"Going to war?" Everyone was stunned.

"Yes, I think there's no need for that kind of farewell scene we had last time. Our people just need to sing and dance at the port and wait for your triumphant return."

She clearly doesn't dare to hold that kind of farewell ceremony anymore!
The last farewell was in a joyful atmosphere. Although there was some reluctance, most people believed that the British Navy would win with overwhelming superiority. Unexpectedly, many people received news of their deaths. Those who were rescued and imprisoned were lucky. How many people disappeared without a trace after falling into the sea, without even their ashes!
This time, let's just not send them off. Otherwise, they'll be crying and wailing like they're sending off a dead person, which is too unlucky.

"Yes, our fleet is a hundred times stronger than last time. We are confident!"

"Yes, the fleet has gone to Asunción Island for a week of rest. During this time, various supplies will be continuously transported there. We, Britain, must win this battle, otherwise..."

She didn't finish her sentence, because the consequences would not be as simple as the collapse of the wartime cabinet and the departure of these people from the political stage, but rather the complete decline of the entire country!
No one can bear the consequences!
If asked whether she regretted making the decision to send troops, the Iron Lady's answer is NO!

No regrets? How could they possibly regret it? The face of the British Empire forced them to take a tough stance!

"Please rest assured, we will definitely return victorious this time!"

The Iron Lady nodded, looking at the honor guard standing on the deck. Looking at those young faces, she realized that these men were the last pillars of the British Navy, and they had to restore Britain's dignity!

"Children, you have a heavy burden on your shoulders. You must not only take back the Falklands, but you must win it well. Hundreds of years ago, our British fleet was able to roam freely all over the world. Now, a small, crying country still cannot stop us!"

call……

Just then, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew in.

Wow…

A strange sound rang out, and everyone looked up to see something that looked like a large iron net falling from the sky.

Boom!
The Iron Lady couldn't dodge in time and was hit squarely!

"Hey!"

"Quick, save people!"

Chaos reigned on the deck.

"No, I'm fine!"

The Iron Lady gritted her teeth, stood up, blood still flowing from her head, and forced a smile onto her face. This scene easily reminded people of an old witch.

"Children, if this attack requires more bloodshed, then let me shed it first! I would rather shed blood for you! No matter what happens, we must forge ahead. I believe that victory will always belong to us!"

The Iron Lady roared, raising her right hand into a fist as if shouting a slogan, but the honor guard just stared at her blankly, and no one responded.

The Iron Lady was anxious, and suddenly felt dizzy. Her body swayed, and then... the people around her quickly came to help her up.

On the first day of the British naval fleet's deployment, the SPS-48C air search radar antenna on the island superstructure of the HMS Queen Elizabeth II suddenly fell off and hit the Iron Lady on the head as she was addressing the sailors, cracking her skull open on the spot!

Although the matter was kept tightly under wraps, it quickly spread within the fleet and was seen by everyone as an ominous sign...

Eastward, Princess Tomb, Yellow Tower.

"A new war is about to begin!" Navy leader Ye said with emotion. "We've only had a few months of peace, and now we're going to war again. The British Navy really has a deep foundation. A century-old navy, it's no exaggeration."

"Leader Ye, it's nothing. Their navy can recover because of the United States, not themselves. What century-old navy? Britain has long since declined. Once this war is over, they will be completely defeated. In the future, a few frigates will be enough to just wander around the coast."

Qin Liang was full of anticipation. The British had borrowed money to fight this second battle. If they lost this battle, they would not be able to recover for decades.

Even if a leased warship is sunk for free, shouldn't there be compensation? Shouldn't the dead sailors receive compensation? And more importantly, after two consecutive defeats, what confidence can their navy possibly have left?

I guess they'll behave themselves completely from now on and won't have any more of these ideas. That way, they won't keep trying to play the freedom of navigation game over our territory every now and then, even if their aircraft carrier is leaking or they don't have enough carrier-based aircraft, they'll still think they're the once mighty British Empire.

The British Navy would be completely crippled!

"Well, but this time, relying on just a few merchant ships, I'm afraid..." "It is indeed a bit unethical, even a bit despicable. However, British merchant ships are also participating in the war. I heard that in the past few months, they have converted several container ships to carry helicopters instead of Harriers. This is still using civilian ships for military purposes. If Britain can use them, then of course the Crying Nation can use them too."

Leader Ye nodded: "That's right, you're right. If civilian ships are requisitioned, they're for military use. War has already broken out, why worry about so much? Liangzi, you're right! Liangzi, what are you thinking?"

Nothing much. Qin Liang just suddenly thought of a book called Unrestricted Warfare. It can be used for military purposes in all aspects, both military and civilian. Now, should he write this masterpiece?
Just then, a secretary walked in.

"Distinguished leaders, we have just received news that a Davidian diplomat has been assassinated in London, England!"

Qin Liang was stunned for a moment. How could the timing of this event be so coincidental?
"These guys... are really stupid! Conspiracy and assassination never solve problems! They only exacerbate conflicts and bring about even more terrible variables," sighed Navy Leader Zhang.

Just like this time, David was worried about not having a chance to make a move, and these idiots actually provided the other side with a high-sounding reason!
Qin Liang smiled and said, "Leader Zhang, it seems you've already formed a prejudice. Are you so sure it was the PLO that did it, and not something those guys staged themselves?"

Everyone was stunned.

"To assassinate one's own diplomats under the pretext of starting a war?"

"To start the war, they even sent their entire ship full of compatriots to the bottom of the sea. What is this sacrifice? Right now, our main equipment hasn't even reached the hands of the Syrians yet. These Davidians are afraid of our equipment!"

A dozen minutes ago, in London, England.

The fleet has set sail. Although there was no send-off ceremony, many people know that the Royal Navy has embarked on another expedition.

Unlike the first time, this time the Royal Navy has powerful equipment on hand, equipment leased from the United States, which will surely help them win this war!

Many people who were originally uninterested in military affairs are now spitting as they talk, saying things like carrier-based early warning aircraft fill blind spots, Phantom fighters have upgraded radars, and Standard missiles are incredibly powerful, etc.

On a London street, an armored Mercedes-Benz drives into a Victorian building, the Corinthian Hotel, a historic yet luxurious landmark and one of London's most popular attractions.

The car door opened, and a slightly overweight middle-aged man stepped out. He looked up at the top-floor window. Tonight, there was a banquet being held here, attended by diplomats from 84 countries and executives from some well-known companies. It was an event organized by De La Rue.

The purpose of the event was to raise funds for the British Navy, hoping that these countries and companies would donate.

This was something they couldn't refuse, but the Davidians weren't so easily fooled. They could give money, but definitely not as a donation; they would buy it! They would use the money to purchase some properties owned by Britain.

"Mr. Argov, please come in!"

"it is good!"

Argov straightened his clothes and then walked forward.

Whoosh!
Just then, a figure suddenly darted out from under a large tree by the roadside, holding an Uzi submachine gun, and pulled the trigger in the direction of Argov.

Chu Chu Chu!
The moment the gunshot rang out, bodyguard Simpson realized something was wrong and shoved Algov into the car, which hadn't closed the door yet.

"what……"

A scream rang out, and Argov's head was already covered in blood.

He was hit by a bullet!

Simpson was startled; this was his negligence, but now was not the time to assign blame!
Boom!
Simpson slammed the car door shut and shouted, "Quick, to the hospital!"

What about you?

The driver glanced hesitantly in the rearview mirror and saw Simpson pull out a pistol and fire in the direction of the gunman.

Bang, bang, bang!
A pistol has absolutely no chance against a submachine gun, but since the gunman has already succeeded, he certainly won't linger!

Buzz, buzz!

The sound of a motorcycle rang out, and another motorcyclist sped out from the darkness, quickly riding up to the gunman. With a sharp screech of brakes, the gunman jumped onto the motorcycle, followed by the roar of the engine, and the motorcycle sped away.

"damn it!"

Simpson glanced around, then dashed toward a taxi parked on the side of the road.

"Sir, your vehicle has been requisitioned. Please get out of the car immediately!"

The taxi driver quickly got out of the car, and the next moment, the sound of tires burning out rang out, and the FX4R taxi sped off.

Simpson held the steering wheel with his left hand, leaned out of the car window with his right, and continued firing his pistol forward.

The taxi driver on the roadside widened his eyes and muttered, "James Bond, I've finally seen a live 007!"

A Hollywood-style car chase has begun on the streets of London.

Bang, bang!
Chu Chu Chu!
The two sides are exchanging fire fiercely.

Every time the other side retaliated, Simpson would quickly turn the steering wheel and perform an S-shaped maneuver at high speed. The poor taxi was being ravaged like this for the first time in its life. Fortunately, it wasn't hit by any bullets. On the side of the road, a royal Rolls-Royce had its windows shattered all over the ground.

After emptying a magazine, Simpson changed to a new one while driving. Just as he chambered a bullet, he saw the motorcycle crash into the park next door, a place his car couldn't fit in.

Bang, bang, bang!
He emptied the entire magazine in one go, and just after the last bullet flew past, the gunman suddenly screamed and fell off the motorcycle.

Thankfully, we took one down!
The motorcyclist in front didn't hesitate and accelerated, but his companion was destined to be left behind!
With a sharp screech of brakes, Simpson sprinted out of the car, looked at the gunman—shot in the neck, but still alive.

"An ambulance! Call an ambulance!"

Inside the hospital.

"Damn it, who did this?" David's embassy staff arrived, and Algov's deputy, Solomon, cursed angrily.

"Report! Bodyguard Simpson has apprehended the gunman and is rushing him to the hospital for emergency treatment!"

"Good, good, excellent! We must find out who's behind this!"

When Simpson arrived at the hospital, he first went to see Algov, who was still in the operating room undergoing emergency treatment. Even if Algov survived, he would be paralyzed for the rest of his life, and his life would be over.

The gunman was also taken in and quickly brought out; he was already able to speak.

Solomon entered the ward, where he heard continuous screams. A few minutes later...

“It’s the Abu Nidal Organization,” Solomon said grimly. “Hmph, although they split from the PLO, the score still belongs to the PLO. Our chance to make our move has finally arrived!”

An hour later, in the Kingdom of David.

A man in a suit and tie walked out, his face full of gloom.

"Just now, our British ambassador was assassinated by the PLO. This is a provocation against us, the people of David! We have decided to completely eliminate the PLO and Fatah. Such an evil organization should not exist on this land!"

"Mr. Sharon, I heard that the assassination was carried out by the Abu Nidal organization. This organization is no longer affiliated with the PLO, is it?" a reporter asked.

"No, it's related. Even if this organization was only briefly affiliated with the PLO, it's still the PLO! In our eyes, the Abu-Nidal alliance and the PLO are just a pretext! Now, we need to solve this problem once and for all and fight for the survival of our Davidians!"

The people of David never need a reason to wage war, and this forcibly imposed reason can still serve as a pretext for war! The powder keg of the Middle East has been reignited!
(End of this chapter)