Chapter 821
Captain, let's surrender! It's too late if we don't surrender now!
That was like saying nothing at all; the chief was so angry his lungs felt like they were about to burst.
"General Kurila, you're a bastard..."
The Great Chief's roar was transmitted to Kurila's phone via the signal. Even so, Kurila still said bitterly, "Great Chief, there is another matter I need to report to you."
"What is it? Speak quickly!" the chieftain shouted coldly.
Kurila quickly reported truthfully: "Chief, it's like this, the carrier-based aircraft squadron sent from the USS Condor to support the front line was ambushed by the Dragonxia Navy fleet, and we lost ten carrier-based aircraft. The USS Condor will be unable to provide support for the time being."
"them……"
Before Kurila could finish reporting, the Great Chief could no longer contain his anger and threw the satellite phone away.
It slammed hard onto the ground with a thud. Luckily, the carpet cushioned the impact, otherwise the phone would have broken apart.
However, the piercing sound came through, startling Kurila so much that he almost instinctively hung up the phone. It was terrifying; he could already sense just how furious the Great Chieftain was.
If they were face-to-face, he'd probably be covered in spittle.
After hanging up the phone, Kurila's face was filled with grief and despair. In her heart, she was thinking, "It's over. This time, the Great Chief is really angry. The consequences will be severe."
In the chief's office, the staff member was also startled by what had just happened, but quickly got up to pick up the phone and put it back on the desk.
"Great Chief, what has made you so upset? You must take care of your health; good health is essential for handling things effectively," the advisor reassured the Great Chief.
"How can I not be angry? Look at the bastards who have done such outrageous things."
The Great Chieftain's chest heaved with rage, his entire being resembling a volcano about to erupt. "Kurila just reported to me on the situation at the front..."
He then briefly recounted what Kurila had reported, leaving his staff members equally bewildered. They had never imagined things would develop to this point; it was truly unbelievable.
He stood there for a long time without moving, his heart churning with turbulent emotions, and it took him a while to come to his senses.
"Great Chief, is this news true?" the aide asked incredulously.
Clearly, he almost subconsciously assumed that Kurilla's report was fake news, which was completely contrary to his previous assumptions.
If that's the case, their losses would be far too great, wouldn't they? An entire aircraft carrier fleet—their chances of survival are slim!
They lost two Arleigh Burke-class destroyers at the beginning, and then their own air defense missile firepower was insufficient. Then the second wave of attacks came, and the losses will probably be even greater, so great that it will create history for the Eagle Tribe!
The chieftain cursed angrily, "Damn it, I wish he was giving me false information. But Kurila is a serious person and would never give me false information, not even a joke."
"Do you think he's a fraud?"
The advisors agreed wholeheartedly, but said nothing and simply looked at the chieftain.
Next, the chieftain began to curse angrily: "They're a bunch of good-for-nothings. I don't know what their command level is. Do they only make offensive plans and not defensive plans? Where do they get their confidence? I'm so angry. They should all be dragged out and shot."
"Dismiss them all! I want to dismiss every single one of them!"
At this moment, an advisor interrupted with great concern, saying, "Chief, don't be angry yet. Let's think about what to do with the Enterprise carrier fleet next."
Upon hearing this, the chieftain was visibly taken aback, having almost forgotten about the matter. He then slowly walked back to his desk and sat down again.
Things seem to have turned out completely differently than he expected. Why did it turn out this way?
They were the attackers, and the Dragon Summer Tribe was the defenders. He had already planned to wait for the high-ranking officers of the Dragon Summer Tribe's navy and the bigwigs of the Dragon Summer Tribe to personally come to the White Palace to beg him, and then leave them hanging for a few days...
He had even planned everything out and was just waiting to implement it, so how did this happen at the crucial moment? Holy crap, who's begging whom now?
This is the only very important thought that's on the Great Chief's mind right now. As for the situation on the front lines, he no longer cares. The situation there can't get any worse.
He had previously been smug about the Eagle Tribe's swift takedown of three carrier battle groups, believing it to be a sure-fire victory, a sure thing. But now he was wavering.
The biggest concern isn't just the strength of the Eagle Tribe carrier battle group, but also how to handle the situation afterward.
The key is not to lose face, otherwise, how can he lead those Western allies?
What worries him most is the possibility that he might have to go to the Dragonxia tribe to plead for the Navy and ask them to spare the Enterprise carrier fleet. That would be utterly ridiculous, and he might as well just die.
The Longxia Navy is truly damned! They actually managed to turn the tide and cause so much trouble, catching him completely off guard!
I'm so angry, I'm absolutely furious!
He felt that nothing could make him more unhappy and humiliated than this. After all, he was the great chieftain of the Eagle Tribe and the commander of the strongest navy on Earth!
"Great Chief, what should we do next?"
After seeing the chieftain for a long time without saying a word, the staff member couldn't help but ask.
The chieftain rubbed his face hard with both hands several times, but he was in no good mood at all. Even though the sunlight shone warmly on him through the glass, he felt no warmth at all.
The sun was at its scorching hottest, yet he still felt a chill and was shivering. "So much time has passed; there should be results from the front lines by now."
"Let's take a look at the defeats at the front first, see how much we've lost, and then make a decision."
After a moment, the chief removed his hands from his face, looked at his advisors, and sighed, "Now, we..."
He couldn't continue speaking. Even as the chieftain of the Eagle Tribe, he couldn't change the course of the battle, nor could he provide any support. He could only helplessly wait for the outcome of the battle.
He was confused and helpless, something he had never experienced before. Even when fighting against the White Bear tribe, which ranked second in military strength, he faced it with a smile and utter composure.
Previously, seeing the Longxia Navy divide its forces, they thought the opportunity had arrived and directly launched the Dark Night Plan. They had meticulously planned everything, but in the end, this was the result. It was as if they had shot themselves in the foot!
He seemed to have considered a problem: the previous consultations with the Longxia tribe regarding the use of nuclear weapons had lasted for nearly two hours. And it was precisely during those two hours that they were well-prepared, and the Condor carrier fleet drew ever closer, while the Longxia navy also completed its resupply mission.
Kurila made it very clear that during the first half of the conflict, the Longxia Navy fleet expended a large amount of weapons and ammunition to destroy the Fukuno carrier fleet.
So, in the second half of the conflict, they should have run out of ammunition. But unexpectedly, the Longxia Navy was so fierce, using long-range anti-ship missiles to force the Enterprise to almost exhaust its anti-aircraft missiles.
It was precisely during these two hours that the Longxia Navy fleet received a replenishment of ammunition. They had not anticipated this and thought they had gotten a great advantage at the start of the war, and could beat the Longxia Navy to a pulp.
"hehe."
The chieftain couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly. He never expected that his carefully planned scheme, while helping them, would also severely aid the Longxia Navy.
If it weren't for those two hours, they wouldn't have ended up in such a corner, with the USS Enterprise being beaten so badly that it had no chance to fight back.
A sense of helplessness arises, as if I'm doing all the work for someone else!
The chieftain quickly figured out the crux of the matter, but the more he understood, the worse his mood became. He felt like a clown, and now he was in a very awkward situation.
He not only blamed Long Xia Haijun, but he also fell into deep self-blame and regret!
Think of how much can be accomplished in two hours! If they had used those two hours to retreat directly, the Enterprise carrier fleet wouldn't have ended up in such a predicament.
Unfortunately, one wrong step led to another, and there's no going back in life; he couldn't start over!
Of course, the Great Chieftain was well aware that even if he had to do it all over again, he would make the same choice and not let go of such a good opportunity, because they had never really given the Dragon Xia Navy a second glance.
In their eyes, the Longxia Navy has always been a nobody, a mere tribal entity, and they have not paid enough attention to the intelligence warfare of the Longxia tribe. Otherwise, they would not have been unaware that the Longxia tribe had actually developed an anti-ship ballistic missile.
The aide standing to the side let out a long sigh, filled with helplessness and frustration.
He was well aware that, given the current situation, there was not much they could do; they could only anxiously await the results from the front lines before making further plans.
Oh, and they can also pray—pray for the Enterprise carrier fleet!
Meanwhile, in the main control room of the USS Enterprise aircraft carrier, within the waters related to the Eastern Wilderness Tribe.
The broken glass on the ground had already been cleaned up, but the porthole glass still hadn't been repaired. Everyone had fastened the top button of their collars.
They wore fireproof and explosion-proof hoods, leaving only their mouths and eyes exposed, yet they remained focused on their posts.
After ordering the vice-captain to seek help from the garrison base, Willis anxiously awaited news from the base, his eyes constantly scanning the radar screen.
Of course, every now and then he would inquire about the air defense missile inventory of each ship, and silently calculate the consumption of ammunition.
At this critical juncture where life and death hung in the balance, he felt as if he were dancing on the edge of a knife, constantly on edge and never daring to relax for a moment. Only in this way could he feel a little better, and it seemed that the anxiety and unhappiness in his heart would be relieved.
If he kept staring at the time, he felt he would definitely go crazy, because every second was torture, every second was purgatory!
Soon, the second wave of anti-ship missiles was only 90 kilometers away from the carrier fleet, and with the YJ-801 anti-ship missile's speed of over Mach 3, it would only take a little over a minute.
After hovering on the brink of death for over ninety seconds, Willis felt almost numb, his military uniform already soaked with cold sweat.
Fortunately, the anti-aircraft missiles were ready, and the Aegis radar system quickly locked onto some of the anti-ship missiles.
The computer system directly guided the launch, and with a whooshing sound, one anti-aircraft missile after another burst out from the relevant vertical launch system.
After completing the turn in mid-air, it sped towards its target and disappeared from Willis's sight in no time.
At that moment, the vice-captain ran over and reported, "Captain, the second line of defense missiles has been launched."
Willis glanced at the radar screen and nodded. He could now see the flight paths of the anti-aircraft missiles on the radar, all heading straight for the incoming anti-ship missiles.
The deputy captain then reported: "Captain, according to the feedback from the various ships, our fleet has less than one-third of its air defense missiles remaining."
Willis's heart trembled upon hearing this, and he quickly said, "Didn't you say it was about half? How did it become so little?"
The first mate looked helpless and explained, "Captain, two Arleigh Burke-class destroyers have been sunk, so their anti-aircraft missiles can't be counted. That means we only have one-third left."
Upon hearing this, Willis understood. His heart sank to the bottom, and he felt so cold that he was almost trembling. God was going to kill him!
In the first wave, they faced an attack from nearly three hundred anti-ship missiles. The carrier-based aircraft squadron that remained in the air helped intercept a number of them, which greatly reduced their pressure.
Even so, the carrier fleet still managed to construct three lines of air defense, but more than forty anti-ship missiles still managed to penetrate the defenses and approach the most dangerous area of the fleet.
Despite the fierce counterattacks from the Phalanx CIWS and SeaRAM short-range air defense missiles, several anti-ship missiles still managed to break through the encirclement. (End of Chapter)