I painted an aircraft carrier on the courtyard house for Dongda University.

Pacific Ocean, inside the bridge of the USS Blue Ridge, the flagship of the US Seventh Fleet.

"Reporting, sir!"

The silence was broken by the footsteps of the communications soldier. His fingers, gripping the telegram, turned white. "We just received a distress signal from the flagship 'Little Rizi.' They are under attack by four destroyers and thirty to forty gunboats and torpedo boats from the Xia Kingdom. They are now essentially incapable of resistance!"

Lieutenant General Medsker's face instantly darkened, and he slammed his fist heavily on the command platform: "A bunch of damned trash! They actually managed to leave us with that paltry sum of the Xia Kingdom's navy!"

He paced back and forth irritably, then softened his tone slightly, "Fine, let them stay. It won't really affect us anyway. But the trouble is just beginning."

First Mate William stepped forward with a grave expression: "Sir, do you mean that the Xia Kingdom will use this as an excuse to make a fuss?"

Medske shook his head in denial: "No. If we don't intend to adjust our policy towards Xia, this matter won't affect us at all. But the problem is that we initiated this joint operation, and Xia's overstepping of the line will completely undermine our future plans towards Xia."

"Sir, you're being far too pessimistic."

William shook his head dismissively, "With Xia's current strength, it's not worth us humbling ourselves to win them over."

Medsker looked at him sharply, his tone gentle yet each word carrying immense weight: "William, you need to understand just how devastating the blow those ten Goose fighters have been to our system. If China were to share its air force bases with Goose at this point, our deployment in the Asia-Pacific region would completely collapse!"

He placed a hand on William's shoulder: "So this time, we must win over Xia Kingdom. At the very least, we must not let them share their territory and sea areas with the Great Goose. Do you understand?"

William's forehead was beaded with cold sweat, and he finally nodded: "I understand, sir."

"Report! Urgent military situation!"

Another communications soldier scrambled in, his voice cracking, "Urgent call from the Philippine carrier battle group! Radar has suddenly detected a gigantic target 60 kilometers east of our fleet. Its features are unlike anything we've ever seen before, and it's more than three times the size of our nuclear submarine! The most terrifying thing is that it appeared instantly!"

The communications soldier swallowed hard and continued his report: "They've determined that it's highly likely to be the latest strategic nuclear submarine developed by the Great Northern Wilderness!"

"What?!"

Lieutenant General Medsker slammed his fist on the command console, causing his coffee cup to bounce and spill brown liquid onto the nautical chart. "This is impossible! We know the progress of the Goose's submarine development perfectly well; there's no way they could build a piece of equipment of this size!"

His eyes were fixed on the communications officer, veins bulging on his forehead: "Send a message to the Philippine immediately! All personnel to high alert! Carrier-based aircraft squadron to take off within five minutes and conduct saturation reconnaissance of the target area! The entire battle group to take an emergency evasive maneuver to the southwest. Once the target is spotted, without further instructions, sink it directly with anti-submarine depth charges and torpedoes!"

"Yes! The emergency order has been sent in encrypted form!"

The communications soldier gave a standard military salute, his steps trembling as he turned around. Everyone knew that encountering such an unknown giant nuclear submarine could lead to the annihilation of the entire fleet if they were not careful.

Meanwhile, 60 kilometers away from the Philippine submarine, the so-called "giant nuclear submarine" is unveiling its mystery.

If a fighter jet were to fly low at this moment, it would surely be shocked by the sight before it: 10 Type 022 missile boats, like swords drawn from their sheaths, were speeding along in a long, straight line. The black missile launchers gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and the radar antennas rotated at high speed, precisely locking onto the position of the American fleet.

On the command tower of the middle missile boat, Shott stood solemnly against the wind, his dark green combat uniform billowing in the sea breeze.

As the only commander under Zhou Weiguo with the ability to teleport, she had led her core combat personnel and had been lying in wait here for two whole days in an inconspicuous fishing boat.

Her only task was to await Zhou Weiguo's orders.

Just now, an encrypted communicator transmitted an order that the Little Days Navy fleet has been completely rendered combat ineffective, and she can immediately deploy 10 Type 022 missile boats to launch an attack.

"Attention all units!"

Shott's voice, sharp as a knife, echoed across every ship via radio: "Full electronic jamming! Block enemy radar! Target priority: BRP Gregorio > Cruiser > Destroyer > Frigate! Calculate data, warm up missiles, complete combat readiness within 30 seconds!"

"Submarine No. 3 is ready! Missile locked onto the Philippine aircraft carrier!"

"Submarine No. 4 is ready! Electronic jamming activated!"

"Boat No. 5 is ready! Escort destroyer marked!"

"Boat No. 6 is ready!"

"Submarine No. 7 is ready!"... The responses rose and fell, forming a torrent of steel in the encrypted channel.

Shaote raised his hand and glanced at his watch; the second hand had precisely jumped to its designated position.

A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips. She swung her arm down sharply, her voice like tearing silk: "Countdown—3! 2! 1! Launch!"

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

Eighty anti-ship missiles, like eighty fiery dragons, soared into the sky, trailing orange-red flames. Their contrails wove into a deadly fire net on the sea surface, heading straight for the American fleet 60 kilometers away.

Salt's eyes were icy, and she began her operation shortly after all the missiles were launched.

Minutes later, the 10 missile boats, along with all the combat personnel, disappeared into the sea, leaving behind only the awe-inspiring trails of missiles streaking across the sky and the distant sound of explosions powerful enough to overturn the waves.

Meanwhile, on the bridge of the USS Blue Ridge, Vice Admiral Medske was still staring at the "giant target" on the radar screen, completely unaware that the Grim Reaper's scythe had already fallen silently 60 kilometers away.

"Reporting, sir!"

The communications soldier stumbled and crawled onto the bridge, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "The BRP Philippine carrier strike group has been subjected to intense firepower! It is estimated that more than 50 missiles attacked simultaneously. The BRP Philippine and its escorting cruisers and destroyers, along with at least 20 other vessels, have been damaged!"

He swallowed hard and continued his report: "The USS Philippine aircraft carrier suffered the most missile attacks, estimated to have been hit by more than eight missiles simultaneously! The carrier is now taking on severe water and has begun to drift sideways; it could sink at any moment!"

Lieutenant General Medsker's face drained of color instantly. He staggered back two steps, barely managing to steady himself by grabbing the command platform. He muttered to himself, "Impossible... absolutely impossible! The Goose only has one nuclear submarine, how could it be so advanced? How could it have such powerful firepower?"

"That's 50 anti-ship missiles! How could a submarine possibly launch more than 50 anti-ship missiles simultaneously?"

He slammed his fist on his forehead, then suddenly realized, "No wonder... no wonder the USS Ranger disappeared without a chance to report. Fifty missiles, what aircraft carrier could withstand that?"

"This is terrible... We must report this to the Pentagon immediately!"

Medsker's voice regained some composure, but his eyes remained panicked. "We must mobilize the entire nation to develop new anti-submarine weapons! And fighter jets, we must find a way to counter Goose fighters too!"