The standard equipment of all missile speedboats is six medium-range missiles and six short-range missiles. The reason why only medium-range missiles are left now is because Huang Tianxun was obsessed with bigness in last night's battle, so in order to ensure accuracy, the missile speedboats must arrive at
Shooting at close range. The consequences of doing so are: firstly, the short-range missiles will be consumed, and secondly, the missile speedboat force will suffer considerable losses.
Compared with battleships, larger aircraft carriers are easier to target. Of course, one night and one day, the weather factor evens out this difference, so for the missile operators of the raiding fleet, if they want to achieve good results, they still have to look at
Their respective computing abilities and comprehensive qualities.
"Bang bang bang..." Following Huang Tianxun's order, the five missile speedboats launched their first missiles one after another. Unlike launching torpedoes, which can only stir up a wave of waves on the sea, the scene of missile launch is much more spectacular.
From the perspective of Luo Chunjian and Fu Xiaoyu, they only saw five thick smoke pillars suddenly rising from the sea in the distance, and then they saw several brilliant fireworks flying towards the sea where the US ship was.
On the Alabama, the Americans were in chaos.
There was no way to avoid chaos. With the stern of the ship sinking slowly and the bow of the ship tilting up, all the Americans on the Alabama, including King, had to reach out and grab a nearby clinging object, or there happened to be someone behind them.
Cabins, railings and other obstructions, otherwise it will be difficult to escape the fate of the rolling hoist.
After being hit by three torpedoes in a row, the heartstrings of the American soldiers on the Alabama were adjusted to the tightest state. At this time, the state of the ship suddenly changed, and many people failed to react correctly at the first time. Okay.
Well, immediately, there were only screams and exclamations on the deck, and then there was a deck of gourds rolling on the ground.
"Your Excellency, you must move as soon as possible! The sooner the better!" The officers under Jin's command once again persuaded Jin.
Jin grabbed the railing in front of him with both hands and looked back, seeing the Chinese torpedo boats scattering in all directions. Not far away, against the background of five smoke pillars, there were five "light spots" (from Jin's perspective).
, only five spots of light could be seen with the naked eye) was approaching, and when he realized that it was the Chinese killer missile, he wailed in his heart and said to Captain Cooley on the side: "Get ready to abandon the ship!"
"General!" Cooley seemed to be unwilling or harboring illusions, but when he saw Jin's eyes like dead fish, he stopped after shouting "General" - no matter whether the target of these missiles was Ala or not.
Bama, in the case of the Alabama, is there any hope of leaving? King did not ask for his own sacrifice on the ship. This is already magnanimous. Does he mean that he has to offer to sacrifice on the ship? No, no, the USS Alabama
It was not his fault that he became like this. Why did he have to be buried?
The Americans responded very quickly. Of course, this does not rule out the fact that they were afraid of being shelled by the garrison's fortress. They felt that this was a good opportunity to evacuate from the dangerous sea area. When the flagship was in trouble, it was obligatory for the frigates to provide rescue. There was no need for a golden order.
With the order, the small boats were launched one after another. At the same time, the large and small naval guns of each ship independently searched for targets and fired wildly at the "escaping" Chinese torpedo boats.
It was too late, but it was so fast. The five light spots that were still in the distance one second ago turned into dazzling fireballs when I looked back the next second. Five missiles came across the sea. As the distance increased,
Recently, the USS Alabama and the USS Arkansas were on the missile flight path. They felt their hearts beating wildly. Many people's eyes were roving around, hoping to find a solid bunker to accommodate them.
Hiding.
"Missile! Chinese missile!" On those destroyers and cruisers, many American soldiers looked up eagerly, and for a few seconds they were all distracted. Most of these American soldiers only knew the name of the missile.
They have never seen the real body. The more so, the more they are in awe of this weapon that represents the highest military technology in the world today. For them, the torpedoes launched by the raiding fleet are certainly terrifying and hateful, but they are "visible" after all.
"Seeing" something whose destructive power is known, so although they are afraid, they still have a bottom line. But missiles, because they don't know what their destructive power is, and how they can "fly from outside the sky" to carry out precise strikes, so they are even more afraid.
I was worried that I would be the unlucky guy who would be targeted by a missile.
The five light spots turned into five fireballs, roaring in the intensive artillery fire organized by the US ship. After determining that its direction was the USS Arkansas aircraft carrier, many people on the USS Alabama had already buried their heads on the deck.
The American soldiers breathed a sigh of relief. On the USS Arkansas, starting from Captain Brad, everyone tensed up and joined the battle.
"Full left rudder! Get rid of it, get rid of it immediately!" This was Brad's voice.
"Shoot! Shoot!" This was the command from the frontline commander on the deck.
There are also some dirty words, which are difficult for front-line soldiers who are under psychological pressure.
And as a fireball hit the stern of the USS Arkansas with lightning speed, the American soldiers there were like wasps that were suddenly stabbed in their nest, and they immediately dispersed.
"Boom!" As a cloud of fire exploded, with a deafening explosion, several American soldiers who could not run away were lifted up by the air waves, screaming and flying around them along with the hull parts around them.
Of the five missiles, only three hit the target in the end, while the other two mysteriously missed the Arkansas's stern and fell into the water, almost blowing up the Arkansas' propeller.
These five missiles were just a prelude, used to correct parameters for the subsequent missiles. As Huang Tianxun issued this instruction: "Not bad! Continue!" The remaining Fourteenth Miss missiles flew up one after another, shocking the Arkansas.
The American soldier's scalp was numb and he screamed strangely.
"Cunning Chinese!" Jin had already been picked up on a small boat. He watched fourteen fireballs flying over the top toward the Arkansas, his face turned gray and he said angrily.
The purpose of the raiding fleet is now very clear. They are to attack the US battleships to make Jin's battleship formation lose the ability to continue fighting.
In a new round of visual feast, amidst the continuous explosions that made Americans' scalps numb, 11 of the 14 Poseidon missiles hit the target, and three of them hit the USS Arkansas's island directly, directly destroying the island from the middle.
It was blown apart. After this round of attacks, although the Arkansas's power system was still intact, because the superstructure of the hull suffered varying degrees of damage, and there were nearly a hundred casualties, it was obvious that it could not continue.