Back to two hours ago.
On the Caribbean Sea, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and waves rolled.
Heavy rain poured on the deck, and the wide bow split the waves. Surrounded by eleven warships, the majestic Ford sailed smoothly in the turbulent Caribbean Sea and cruised around the north coast of Colombia.
A total of twelve warships. The expanded Ford Aircraft Carrier Battle Group had more over-the-horizon strike and anti-submarine capabilities than before. Because of more emphasis on the ability to support ground forces, the flagship was changed from the "New York" missile frigate to the Ford Aircraft Carrier. The commander of the aircraft carrier battle group was still Major Admiral Hogg. While serving as the captain of the Ford, he also served as the commander of the Ford Aircraft Carrier Battle Group.
Through the rain, an F-35 landed on the runway. After it was hooked by the arresting cable, it gradually stopped on the runway. The ground crew in red, yellow, and green clothes trotted forward, and the pilot with a helmet jumped out of the cockpit, wiped the rain off his face, and walked to the side.
The heavy rain in the past few days brought a lot of trouble to the Ford Aircraft Carrier Battle Group, which was responsible for supporting the NATO Coalition Force. Not only did the difficulty and danger of flight increase, but the efficiency of air strikes also decreased exponentially.
Of course, there were disadvantages and advantages.
The advantage was that, from the beginning of the war to the present, the carrier-based aircraft on the Ford had carried out fifteen air strike missions, and none of them encountered Celestial Trade's Aurora-20s. It was most likely that Celestial Trade's aircraft were not good at dealing with bad weather. Hogg couldn't think of any other reason.
Inside the bridge of the Ford Aircraft Carrier.
Like a sculpture, Hogg stood in front of the window of the bridge with his hands behind his back. His eagle-like eyes were locked on the carrier-based aircraft that had just landed. No one knew what he was thinking. The other crew members in the bridge were also busy with their own work. Except for the occasional work-related exchange, there was no other sound.
"This damned weather." Looking out the window, Deputy Captain Griffin complained in a low voice, "I don't know when it will end."
If the weather did not improve, the air strikes on the defenders of Medellin and Bucaramanga would not be able to be carried out, and the war would continue to be in a stalemate.
"How is the situation on the front line?"
"It's still the same. Our people are nailed in the suburbs of Medellin. It is said that the situation on land is even worse. The visibility is less than 20 meters. It is too difficult to attack in this weather. Not only do we have to be wary of the South Colombian snipers, but we also have to be wary of mudslides that may occur at any time. "
"That's not what's more worrying." Griffin paused and continued, "I don't know what the people of Celestial Trade are doing. From the beginning of the war, except for a raid on Barranquilla, most of their forces seem to have stayed in the port of Tumaco."
"This is indeed very unsettling." Hogg nodded thoughtfully and looked out the window. "I hope this storm will stop soon."
Celestial Trade's abnormal inaction was disturbing. Now for the NATO Coalition Force, the most important thing was to take down Medellin in a short time. As long as they took Medellin, no matter what Celestial Trade was planning, they would have won half of the war.
However, not only did the storm not stop, it even showed signs of becoming more and more intense.
Just as Hogg was about to sit down on a nearby chair, a series of glaring red dots suddenly flashed on the radar screen.
It happened so suddenly that everyone was taken aback.
Major Admiral Hogg's expression changed drastically. He grabbed the walkie-talkie on the table and yelled.
"Attention all units! Enemy aircraft detected! "
"Carrier aircraft take off immediately! Prepare anti-aircraft firepower! "
"…"
"Damn it, when did they approach us?!" A series of orders were issued, and Major Admiral Hogg slammed the walkie-talkie on the table. He walked behind the radar observer and cursed while staring at the screen.
A typical dual aircraft carrier battle group usually adopted three layers of offensive and defensive firepower. Among them, the first and second layers of offensive and defensive firepower were used to attack the enemy and protect the safety of the entire aircraft carrier formation. The third layer was mainly for the self-defense of the combat units in the battle group.
The first layer was the so-called outer defense zone, two to four hundred kilometers away from the mother ship. It was guarded by the SPY-4A shipborne long-range air search radar, military reconnaissance satellites, and E-2C early warning aircraft. The second layer of the middle defense zone was guarded by the shipborne SPY-1A phased array radar, as well as long-range sea and air search radars such as SPS-43 and 49.
However, now, Celestial Trade's aircraft directly broke through their first and second layers of defense, and they didn't realize it until it flew right in front of them!
Obviously, Celestial Trade upgraded their stealth material, and it wasn't like this before!
The carrier-based aircraft parked on the deck took off in an emergency.
On the other side, at the end of the deck, a series of white mist sprayed. Dragging the tail flame, air-to-air missiles galloped into the air, and the close-range defense guns fired at the stormy sky. A series of firepower nets pushed the rain away.
On the radar screen, rows of red dots separated from the aircraft carrier and approached the red dots that marked the Celestial Trade fleet. Without any suspense, they collided with each other.
The hit rate far exceeded Hogg's expectations, and more than half of Celestial Trade's "aircraft" were hit by missiles!
However, the next scene made almost everyone in the bridge widen their eyes. The rows of red dots paused for an almost negligible amount of time, then they continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.
The aircraft that were hit were unscathed!
Damn Celestial Trade, are their planes made of iron?!
Hogg stood there blankly, and there was only one thought left in his mind.
Planes weren't made of iron, but the NS-90 was.
In addition to its own titanium alloy armor, the disposable armor outside the NS-90 was completely made of A-type steel doped with graphene insulation material. Not to mention the close-range defense guns and anti-air missiles on the Ford, even Celestial Trade's own electromagnetic rapid-fire cannons had a 70% bounce rate.
And even if the outer layer of armor was damaged, it didn't matter. That thing had to be "taken off" after landing!
Mixed in the NS-90's flight formation, eleven "Wings of Freedom" and four or twenty-four Aurora-20s began to separate from the NS-90's flight formation after approaching the edge of the aircraft carrier battle group. They avoided the incoming anti-air firepower and directly pounced on the Ford fleet that had yet to take off.
The air battle was imminent.
The combat distance was compressed to the limit from the beginning, and the flashing heat lures were like fireworks blooming in the rain.
The two sides were like line infantry that were lined up to be shot. After exchanging the air-to-air missiles and anti-ship missiles mounted under the wings of the aircraft, they immediately engaged in the most primitive and bloody close combat with the machine guns that spat out flames.
The flames of the explosion connected in the air.
The ballistic lines of the cannons flew up and down in the heavy rain, and broken wings and wreckage fell from the air from time to time.
On the other side, the NS-90 that landed on the deck of the Ford pushed away the pitted disposable armor. The shuttle-shaped head locked onto the Marines who fired back with rifles, and a murderous red light suddenly appeared in the silent pupils.
Without the obstruction of heavy armor, the NS-90 on the deck was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper. The heavy machine guns in their hands unleashed firepower and harvested the Marines who desperately surrounded them.
In an instant, the deck was a bloody mess.
"All land combat units on the ship immediately go to the deck! Take back our runway! Hurry! "Major General Hogg roared into the walkie-talkie.
NS-90！
The culprit behind the attack on the Barranquilla military base!
Hogg didn't expect that this thing could not only be used for airborne ground combat, but it could also be used to raid an aircraft carrier.
At this moment, the guided missile frigate not far away from the Ford suddenly burst into a ball of dazzling flames.
Black smoke rose into the air, and the entire hull was like a chopstick that had been broken. Amidst a series of teeth-numbing cracking sounds, the hull broke apart from the middle. Seawater poured in along the fracture, but it couldn't swallow the burning flames. The sailors on the deck dived into the water, and they didn't even have time to put on life buoys. It didn't take long for the guided missile frigate to be swallowed by the rolling waves …
The originally noisy bridge suddenly became terrifyingly quiet.
Major Admiral Hogg and Deputy Captain Griffin stared out the window dumbfoundedly, and they were speechless for a while.
It wasn't until the scream in their ears pulled them and everyone in the bridge back from their temporary absent-mindedness …
"The 'New York' was sunk! Damn it, it's a submarine from Celestial Trade! "
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