Entering the Military Supply Department, the War Suddenly Changed to the War.

Then they have nothing to worry about.

"There are all the fleets, they are deployed in formation, and the target ships are dispatched..."

A few nautical miles away.

Jamison was overjoyed when he got the news of the deployment of the opposing fleet.

He is not afraid that the other party will not expand, but that the other party will be cowardly first.

If this is the case, he can only fire a few guns at sea alone, and then go home.

Although winning is also winning, the credit for this is all from the fishing reel front.

But if the opponent is not convinced and starts to form, then the winner must be himself.

They have already abandoned morals and rules, so they have the advantage.

Say nothing else.

The Pacific Fleet participating in the exercise is fully calculated, with a total of 90 large ships and 450 aircraft.

The disparity in strength is irreparable.

As long as the other party does not admit defeat, there are ways to torture them.

Jamison put away the telescope.

The corners of his mouth lifted into a sneer.

"They sent it to my arms, and the target ship drove directly to my cruiser."

A subordinate immediately asked: "Commander, our cruiser is too close to the opponent's target ship. Would you like to avoid it?"

"fart!"

Hearing this stupid proposal, Jamison wanted to fire the person who said it on the spot.

"I wish his missiles would yaw!"

"You haven't noticed that the cruiser I put in the forefront is an old ship that has been in service for [*] years?"

"What can I do if I hit it, even if it is scrapped, I don't feel bad."

"But as long as they dare to miss the target, I will be sure of this aircraft carrier fleet!"

"Send orders! All ships on the front line, especially the nearest Bamford, cancel the identification of friend or foe, use manual tracking, and fire at will!"

In modern warfare, identification of friend or foe is an extremely important technology.

In this mode, some fully automatic weapons can precisely hit the target by relying on the IFF module.

Since this is an exercise, they have identified the target ship as an enemy target in advance.

As long as a weapon is fired, it will only go towards this supposed place.

But if the identification friend or foe is turned off.

If you do it manually, there will be errors.

At this time, the cannonball was too accurate, but it was not good for Jamison.

"Also, tell the military that now is a good opportunity to take pictures. Looking down from the sky, I have 90 ships surrounding them all the way to the aircraft carrier fleet, which will definitely be passed down through the ages." Jamison sneered.

Except for tactical opportunities.

Jamison also saw a great opportunity to promote fishing reels at this time.

Ninety ships of his own form an oval encirclement at sea.

The other side only had 8 ships, which were contained within a range of less than five nautical miles.

If the satellite captures the scene at this moment, it will definitely be a world famous painting, and the title does not even need to be thought of by the news media.

The image already says it clearly, that's the typical surround.

Between moments.

The order came to the command room on the Bamford.

After seeing the order, the chief officer's face was slightly puzzled.

"Captain, the command ordered us to turn off IFF and perform manual control."

"But!"

"Now the opponent's target ship is less than five nautical miles away from us. If we do it manually, I am afraid there will be accidental injuries."

The first officer did not understand the motive for the order.

After all, he was only thinking from the perspective of this destroyer.

But the captain was different.

When seeing the opponent's target ship moving, the captain had already guessed that the command would do this.

He smiled slightly and said, "Although we were ordered to manually aim at the target ship, Commander Jamison really wanted us to aim at the opponent's frigate."

"You don't understand that?"

The first mate got through at one point, and then showed a weird smile.

"Then Captain...Are we...?"

Not finished.

The captain smiled and said, "Whoever fires this cannon is a hero."

"I was ordered to shoot by mistake!"

"Send the order, turn on the mk41 vertical launch system, and launch eight sm2 missiles!"

"Coordinates 151, 556! Manual launch!"

The chief mate looked up at the maritime coordinate chart.

151, 566, it is the sea area 50 meters away from the opposing destroyer.

There is nothing there.

Once the missile is launched, it can only be thrown into the air.

However, if the hesitation distance is too close, the opponent's frigate only needs to move a little to enter the killing area.

Once the missile hits the ship, the ship is destroyed.

It's like they throw a punch and put it next to someone's ear if they hit the punch.

They will falsely accuse you of hitting your fist.

Ugly.

The order came soon.

The cover of the mk41 system was opened, and the long-loaded missile was fired instantly.

Look inside.

Two navy soldiers watched the simulated flight path of the missile on a computer simulation screen.

"The launch is normal!"

"Correcting the track!"

"The missile speed has reached the maximum!"

"The track guide is complete!"

"It is expected to arrive at the location in 3s!"

Listening to a series of reports, the captain showed a disgusting smile.

But right now.

On the radar screen, countless green lights lit up, about a dozen.

"what is this!"

"Anti-missile missiles?"

"From the north?"

"Isn't the North our fleet?"

in doubt.

When the eight sm2 missiles were about to fall, they were detonated by the dense anti-missile missiles flying from the north, and the gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the air.

The news reached Jamison's ears immediately.

The old man stomped his feet angrily.

Seeing that the missile was about to land, it was shot down by an anti-missile missile!

And it's from its own camp.

Jamison immediately went to Wang Xiang's subordinate: "Whose ship is in the northern 14th area, why do you want to launch anti-missile missiles?"

Finally, the arrow was on the string, but he was disturbed by his own people. Jamison couldn't accept it at all.

Subordinates after a series of close radio exchanges.

Looking up at Jamison: "Report Commander, the northern ships have not moved, and have not opened fire!"

"fart!"

"These dozen missiles seem to have flown from the north. If not our own missiles, could they be ghosts?"

Jamison at this point is very clear.

The opponent's Second Fleet was completely alone in the Pingshan Port area.

Although the First Fleet, which was reinforced by the periphery, was in the north, there was still a certain distance in the past, and the early warning aircraft was reporting their position at any time.

It's pretty clear on the radar.

now.

In the sea area of ​​Nuoda, there is nothing except the 8 ships surrounded by the other party.