Chapter 255 of the text volume: The political commissar I'm sick with convulsions thinks he knows Suludong very well, but in fact he doesn't understand enough of the arrogance in Suludong's bones. (Due to caching reasons, please visit the browser directly.\nCOM website, the fastest viewing
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In the drive, Su Ludong was always at the front. The new youth he commanded were known as the vanguard, and they were always at the back when retreating.
He really has never had the experience of letting others rush in front while hiding behind.
It took a while for the political commissar to think of this, and he understood Su Ludong's mood very well. It was reasonable to hold a breath in his heart.
However, the political commissar still wanted to remind Su Ludong, he said, "Captain Li ordered the laying of mines as a last resort. This cannot be hesitated."
"I understand. Don't worry, I won't disobey orders on the battlefield. I'm not that impulsive." Su Ludong said.
The political commissar smiled and said, "I know."
Suludong said, "Follow the order and let the flight ground crew prepare to receive the ship-based helicopter."
The camera shifts to Ship No. 53.
At this time, the ship had entered the one hundred nautical mile range of the USS Malaise aircraft carrier strike group from the side, and there was no possibility of hiding its traces.
But now it's all about brand names. Without using firearms, what matters is consciousness and courage.
Song Jianming formulated the latest route, based on the principle of saving fuel, and no longer regarded confrontation with the HMS Misfit aircraft carrier strike group as the principle of route planning.
The change in the route of the No. 53 ship quickly attracted Sweeney's attention. He was puzzled by the undisguised route of the No. 53 ship.
In the tf tactical flagship command center.
"Are they brewing some conspiracy?" Sweeney frowned and couldn't help but ask.
Sherfield didn't think about it. He had experienced the power of the commander of the 53rd ship. He subconsciously thought that the 53rd ship was setting up an attack formation at this time. He said in a deep voice, "It must be Johnny, your strike group."
It’s not incorporated into a submarine, right?”
"Yes, strike groups rarely go into submarines," Sweeney said.
The status of unknown advanced nuclear-powered submarines is relatively special, and the attendance rate is extremely high, even higher than that of the latest models. The quality has withstood the test of time. Sherfield spends ** months at sea in a year, which is very important to other submarines.
Not much is known about the combat organization of the troops. After all, they have always been deployed as lone wolves.
Sherfield mentioned a possibility. He said, "During the confrontation, the opponent's submarine took the initiative to expose its position, lured me to expose my position, and then the ambushing frigate attacked. I fell into their trick."
Sweeney said, "Are you saying they might be repeating their old tricks? The old frigate deliberately exposed its position to attract our attention, and the submarine hidden underwater launched a surprise attack."
"Don't forget, they have an AIP conventional submarine in the waters off Dolan Island. Based on time calculation, that submarine has enough time to maneuver to the current waters," Sherfield said.
Sweeney said solemnly, "This possibility does exist, and it is very likely."
Sherfield said, "I suggest that Qi immediately carry out anti-submarine deployment. The real opponent is underwater, not the old frigates a hundred nautical miles away."
At this time, Sweeney's expression showed some hesitation.
Sherfield asked curiously, "What's the difficulty?"
Sweeney said in a deep voice, "An unknown pneumonia is spreading on the ship. It is very contagious. My non-combat attrition is very severe..."
Sherfield had no idea about this, and his expression immediately changed, "What did you say?"
"John, I was only informed after I boarded the ship. After the Malaise took a short rest in Australia, it was discovered that some crew members were infected with unknown pneumonia, but the news was blocked." Sweeney said in a low voice.
Sherfield closed his eyes in pain. He regretted that he had been transferred to the Discomfort. If he simply received treatment in his submarine and endured it for a while before returning to the port, he would not be in the virus nest of the Discomfort.
He knew that the virus was very powerful.
Sweeney said, "The current carrier-based aircraft dispatch rate of the Malamute is only 30 sorties per day, which is far below the standard. If anti-submarine deployment is launched, we will not have enough air defense capabilities to deal with possible enemy fighters.
"
Quickly calming down, Sherfield put the virus aside. There was no point in regretting the matter at this point. He thought for a moment and said, "The closest one is Musa Air Station. According to intelligence, only one fin whale squadron is deployed there.
The combat radius of that old fighter plane cannot reach here."
After a pause, Sherfield said, "I think the most urgent thing right now is to find the AIP submarine, which is the biggest threat."
The Chinese translation of the NATO code name of the J-8 is Fin Whale.
They did not grasp the situation of the transfer of four J-15s to Musa Air Station, and also ignored the existence of the No. 037 multi-purpose fighter.
Sweeney mentioned a possibility. He said, "There are tankers stationed on Forever Prosperity Island, and the fin whales deployed at Musa Air Station have the ability to see aerial refueling. I must reserve enough dispatch capabilities to deal with possible
A pod of fin whales emerges.”
What he said makes sense, and the dispatch rate of 30 sorties/day is the minimum standard for air defense operations, and there is no more margin.
Quite simply, once the Fin Whale fleet arrives and the Discomfort is unable to dispatch the Super Hornet that is sufficient to intercept these old-fashioned fighter jets that can carry long-range anti-ship missiles, the situation will be very passive.
Sherfield pondered for a moment, insisted on his opinion, and said, "Let the Poker-class move forward for air defense deployment, and the mothership for anti-submarine deployment. Johnny, I have a strong feeling that the old frigate with hull number 53 is going to cause trouble. There must be something going on here.
There is a huge conspiracy."
Sweeney hesitated.
Sherfield reminded, "I know you must have isolated those infected with the virus, but you should know that it is difficult to isolate the virus 100%. Your people will continue to suffer non-combat attrition due to infection with the virus.
Before that, the threats in front of you must be eliminated so that you can pass through the Luojing Waterway smoothly."
When he said this, Sweeney no longer hesitated and immediately drafted an order, and the USS Malawi aircraft carrier strike group began to deploy according to the commander's latest order.
Ship No. 53 was heading diagonally towards the route of the USS Unfit aircraft carrier strike group, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer. Since they gave up concealment, Li Hai naturally asked the radar department to boldly use sea search radar to track and scan the Unfit.
Already.
As a result, the USS Malaise aircraft carrier strike group suddenly changed its formation. Three Poker-class destroyers accelerated and formed an arc-shaped formation in front of the carrier. It was obviously an air defense formation, while the USS Malaise took off several anti-submarine helicopters to launch an anti-submarine attack.
deploy……
Li Hai wondered, "They suddenly started fighting. Are they taking the wrong medicine? What kind of smoke do they have?"
"I don't know what stimulated me, and I can't understand it either." Chang Haizhou was also puzzled.
Wan Liyang said, "Could it have something to do with us?"
Li Hai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Then the Super Hornet should be dispatched, and anti-submarine helicopters should be dispatched for anti-submarine warfare. What's going on?"
"Do we have a submarine here?" Wan Liyang frowned.
Li Hai shook his head slowly and suddenly thought of a possibility...