"Oh, the cake seller.☆→ It's the Arrow Wolf's mercenary missile. Where are they? Find them..."

Perez shouted at the top of his lungs.

"The radar did not find the target." The radar troop reported.

"Satellite shows that the missile's water direction is 13 degrees west of the south and 197 nautical miles, the submarine model and quantity are unknown. The report is completed." The satellite information officer reported.

"Damn it, these demons with hidden heads and tails intercepted, one unit. Thirty seconds later, two units were launched for the second time." Perez quickly issued an interception order, but he did not expect any hope for this interception.

His face was as deep as water. He knew that when they encountered Arrow Wolf's submarine troops, their lives would be destined to sink! The war had been going on for more than a week. According to his knowledge, before Arrow Wolf's submarine launched missiles, no military unit could find their traces in advance.

Moreover, as long as Arrow Wolf hired mercenary submarines to launch missiles, the ships would surely sink. This time they only launched four submarine-launched missiles, and the target of the attack would not be the "Carl Vinson", but other ships in the fleet. The most likely to suffer the first round of strikes should be the destroyer Gridley.

Perez observed a moment of silence for the USS Gridley destroyer in his heart, and their luck was only temporary.

Sixteen interceptor missiles rose vertically on the missile cruiser of the Bunker Mountain. After changing its flight attitude at high altitude, it dragged its orange tail flame toward the direction of the incoming missile.

Meanwhile, the USS Chamberlain missile cruiser and the USS Gridley destroyer took off eight anti-submarine helicopters and flew in the direction indicated by the satellite.

The USS Carl Vinson aircraft carrier battle group has a total of six ships. They are the USS Chamberlain missile cruiser, the USS Bunker Hill missile cruiser, the USS Gridley destroyer and two medium-sized supply ships.

The Carl Vinson aircraft carrier has a full load displacement of more than 100,000 tons, and it carries about 90 F-18 Bumblebee fighters, as well as various electronic combat aircraft, transport aircraft, anti-submarine helicopters, etc.

It was not beyond Perez's expectations. Five minutes later, the first batch of 16 interceptor missiles disappeared on the big screen, and the four missiles representing Arrow Wolf's mercenaries still rushed towards the fleet according to their original trajectory.

Perez prayed to God in his heart that the energy of these missiles with their own laser launching devices is not enough to support more launches.

However, Perez's prayer had no effect. After 30 seconds, thirty-two interceptor missiles disappeared quickly on the big screen. At this time, Perez was already desperate, and he no longer hoped that the third batch of interceptor missiles could be successfully intercepted.

Their fleet, which was known as invincible a few months ago, is now as helpless and pitiful as a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

"Command, the short-range interception system is activated. God bless Miliser." Perez's voice was weak.

Four loud explosions were heard as scheduled. The "Carl Vinson" shook continuously in the explosion.

"The Gridley was hit by four missiles." A sad voice came from the megaphone.

"Report the damage to the war." Perez sat decadently on his command chair, his head buried deep in his chest.

"The front deck of the Gridley caught fire, an ammunition depot exploded, and the hull was tilted seriously and was sinking. Colonel Jones had ordered the abandonment of the ship."

"These missiles are a bit weird, and they hit the ammunition depot every time. It seems that they have an automatic search system." Perez thought to himself. This time he really guessed it right. These missiles that use alien technology really have this function.

Forty minutes later, a radius of twenty nautical miles centered on the missile's water outlet was covered with American anti-submarine helicopters, and a large number of sonar buoys were thrown down.

"General, the anti-submarine aircraft found no trace of the submarine." Simere reported to Perez.

Perez nodded. In his expectation, sending anti-submarine helicopters was just enough to do a little bit of personnel.

"Order the helicopter to return."

"Yes, General." Simire gave the order.

Twenty minutes later, a shrill alarm sounded over the "Carl Vinson" aircraft carrier battle group. The red dots of the incoming missiles in the command hall lit up again. There were still four this time. The "Carl Vinson" aircraft carrier battle group was busy again.

More than ten minutes later, four explosions once again came to the command room of the "Carl Vinson".

"General, the cruiser 'Bunker Hill' has sunk. What should we do now?"

“How far is it from the base.”

At this time, the "Carl Vinson" aircraft carrier battle group was already on its way back. In less than an hour, it ran dozens of nautical miles. However, Perez was as eager as an arrow and wanted to fly back to the base in the blink of an eye. The feeling of being like a mouse being played with by a cat was very bad.

"General, it will take another thirteen hours and fifty minutes."

"So long!"

"General. What should we do? That elusive submarine has been following us. If this continues, even one of our ships will not be able to save us!"

"Report to the Admiralty again. Ask them. These officials...ah." Perez sighed.

Simere turned around and went. Ten minutes later he returned to Perez.

"What do they say?" Perez asked without waiting for Simere to speak.

“The Admiralty lets us decide for ourselves based on the situation on the battlefield.”

Perez stopped talking and sat in the command chair and lit a cigar.

There is no smoking in the command room, and Perez has been smoking again in his bedroom. This is the first time he has violated the ship regulations. However, no one has raised any doubts about Perez's behavior, which has attracted much attention.

Five minutes passed quietly.

"Can you contact that submarine?"

After hearing Perez's words, Simire's muscles that had been tense on her face were obviously relaxed, and all the command room staff who were silently watching here breathed a sigh of relief.

"We don't have their bands, we can only call in public bands," Simeer said.

"Then try it!"

...

At 21:32 ET on February 15, the USS Carl Vinson, the aircraft carrier of the third fleet of the United States, led the only remaining missile cruiser, the Chamberlain missile cruiser and two supply ships, surrendered to the Arrow Wolf mercenaries in the waters 830 nautical miles from the Ganifornilai Peninsula in the Western Pacific.

In accordance with the requirements of Arrow Wolf Mercenaries, the fleet closed all radars and combat systems, raised a white flag that symbolized the captives, and drove in the designated direction.

The surrender of the "Carl Vinson" aircraft carrier battle group is like the first "Domino" domino. The Nimitz, Stanis and Reagan aircraft carrier battle groups that were cruising in the Western Pacific surrendered to the submarines of the Arrow Wolf mercenaries within two days.
Chapter completed!