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Chapter 376
chapter 0195 part 1
Chapter 194: Sword Splits Destroyer, One Sword Parts the Sea
“Anti-air! Launch medium-range missiles to intercept the target!”
Hearing the radar operator's words, the Black Captain jolted, thinking they were under missile attack.
He quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie and issued an emergency order on all channels.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh…
As his emergency order was issued, over a dozen anti-aircraft missiles on the vessel simultaneously ascended, intercepting the target displayed on the radar.
On the hull and Deck of the Zumwalt-class missile destroyer, multiple hatches opened, revealing several fire-control autocannons, ready to fire at any moment for close-range interception.
“Officer, looking at the target's movement trajectory on the radar display, it doesn’t seem like a missile!”
The radar operator looked at the rapidly moving red dot on the radar display and reported to the Black Captain.
The Black Captain leaned in front of the radar display screen, watching the red dots representing their launched anti-aircraft missiles disappear one by one on the radar when they were not far from the target displayed on the radar.
Moreover, the movement trajectory of the red dot on the radar kept changing at high speed, which was indeed different from a missile.
“What is this? A drone, or some kind of high-tech aircraft!” The Black Captain was somewhat doubtful.
The radar operator hesitated before answering, “From the target's size on radar, it seems to be a person. Could it be Iron Man?”
Before Tony Stark's Iron Man armor burst onto the scene, a radar operator seeing a flying object of this size on radar might have thought it was some kind of supernatural creature, or a bird, or an aircraft.
But after Iron Man appeared, no matter how he looked at it, this thing looked like a flying Iron Man.
Perhaps this was the celebrity effect.
“Tony Stark?!” The Black Captain heard the radar operator's suspicion and shook his head sharply. “It won’t be him. Although I don’t particularly like that playboy, it’s undeniable that Iron Man would absolutely not do anything that endangers federal security…”
The radar operator looked at his Officer in surprise, not understanding why he had such a high opinion of Tony Stark.
The Black Captain didn't explain further, turning directly to the Military Officers behind him and instructing, “You all return to your posts! Whether it’s a drone or some high-tech weapon, shoot it down! Even if Iron Man comes, he cannot be allowed to break through our anti-air firepower!”
“Yes, Officer!” The Naval Officers on the destroyer saluted and hurried back to their posts.
Inside the radar room, the Black Captain watched the red dot target getting closer on the radar, walked to the side, picked up the satellite phone, and made a call.
“Colonel Barlow, how is the mission going? I hope to hear good news from you!” A steady voice came from the satellite phone, belonging to Raman, the Federal Minister of Defense.
The Black Captain looked back at the target on the radar and said, “Mr. Minister, the target has been successfully shot down! Did the Department of Defense arrange any other assessment projects?”
“What do you mean?” Inside the Minister of Defense's office in The Pentagon, the Minister of Defense held the red telephone. Just as a smile appeared on his face upon hearing the Black Captain say the target was successfully shot down, he heard the Black Captain's second sentence.
The Black Captain's heart sank upon hearing the Minister of Defense's question on the phone. “Officer, an unidentified flying object is currently attacking our vessel at high speed. If this isn't a Department of Defense assessment project, then it means our destroyer is under attack!”
“What!?” The Minister of Defense was startled, sitting up straight from the leather sofa in his Office. “Your vessel is under attack!”
He knew that there had been no exercise from beginning to end. He was merely shooting down a civilian aircraft under the guise of an exercise at the hint of the new President.
The newly appointed President held leverage over the Department of Defense, and as the Minister of Defense, Raman, had no choice but to side with him.
Moreover, for the Federal Military, shooting down an aircraft under the name of an exercise was a minor matter; it wasn't the first time they had done it.
“Tell me your coordinates!” Raman asked the Black Captain for their position with a serious look.
“Officer, we are a hundred In the Sea east of the Bering Strait, East Longitude 145, West Longitude 34!”
The Black Captain directly reported his coordinates to Raman.
For federal soldiers, on any battlefield, if they can call for reinforcements, they will absolutely not fight to the death on their own. The so-called chivalry in Europe was a joke to them.
Take the Korean battlefield, for example; even if facing a company or platoon, they would unleash saturated shelling to reduce casualties and offensive resistance.
Therefore, the Black Fleet, facing an unknown aircraft, directly chose to report upwards and request reinforcements.
Upon hearing that the Zumwalt-class missile destroyer might be under attack, Minister of Defense Raman immediately called the Navy Commander, ordering him to dispatch the nearest fleet for reinforcements.
The fleet closest to the Bering Strait was the Third Fleet in the Northern Pacific. After receiving the order from the Department of Defense, the Third Fleet urgently mobilized the Nimitz Carrier Strike Group to the Sea Area near the Bering Strait for reinforcements—
The Federal Navy's Nimitz Carrier Strike Group included the Federal Navy's Nimitz nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, the USS Chung-Hoon Destroyer, the USS Wayne E. Meyer Destroyer, and the USS Decatur Destroyer—
Just as the nuclear-powered aircraft carrier formation sailed towards the coordinates of the Zumwalt-class missile destroyer—
The Zumwalt-class missile destroyer's radar showed that all the medium-range anti-aircraft missiles they launched had failed, and the target was now less than three kilometers away from their vessel.
“My God, what is that thing!”
At three kilometers, some Sailors could clearly see the incoming so-called 'aircraft' through the binoculars on the vessel.
A figure emitting white light all over, a dazzling white light. The Sailors looking through the binoculars from afar felt a stinging pain on their eyes and skin as if being pricked by needles.
Inside the radar room, the Black Captain held binoculars, looking at the figure wrapped in white light, whose form was indistinguishable. He took a deep breath and ordered through the communicator:
“Naval anti-aircraft guns, open fire!”
Tang Song's figure was wrapped in Sword Light transformed from Primeval White Astral Qi. He coldly watched the anti-aircraft turrets on the vessel in front of him turn, the multi-barreled anti-aircraft gun barrels rotated rapidly, and dense artillery shells formed a continuous stream, like a chain of artillery shells, whipping towards him.
This missile destroyer flying the Federal Navy flag had seven or eight Close-in Weapon System turrets alone. Dense artillery shells spray-fired at Tang Song from all directions.
Tang Song's face was stern. He pressed the cane in his palm, and the Sword Qi enveloping his entire body instantly shot out in all directions. The white Sword Qi crisscrossed for hundreds of meters, densely covering the entire sky.
Countless artillery shells collided with these sharp Sword Qi before they could even get close to Tang Song. Some artillery shells were directly split in two, sliced in half, or even smoothly sliced into more pieces.
More artillery shells were directly detonated by the Sword Qi hundreds of meters away from Tang Song.
Boom boom boom—
The huge explosions were like strings of fireworks in the air—
On the missile destroyer, countless Sailors, Soldiers, and Military Officers stared intently at the horizon, eager to know the effect of the anti-tank gun's attack.
Chapter 194: Sword Splits Destroyer, One Sword Parts the Sea
“Anti-air! Launch medium-range missiles to intercept the target!”
Hearing the radar operator's words, the Black Captain jolted, thinking they were under missile attack.
He quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie and issued an emergency order on all channels.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh…
As his emergency order was issued, over a dozen anti-aircraft missiles on the vessel simultaneously ascended, intercepting the target displayed on the radar.
On the hull and Deck of the Zumwalt-class missile destroyer, multiple hatches opened, revealing several fire-control autocannons, ready to fire at any moment for close-range interception.
“Officer, looking at the target's movement trajectory on the radar display, it doesn’t seem like a missile!”
The radar operator looked at the rapidly moving red dot on the radar display and reported to the Black Captain.
The Black Captain leaned in front of the radar display screen, watching the red dots representing their launched anti-aircraft missiles disappear one by one on the radar when they were not far from the target displayed on the radar.
Moreover, the movement trajectory of the red dot on the radar kept changing at high speed, which was indeed different from a missile.
“What is this? A drone, or some kind of high-tech aircraft!” The Black Captain was somewhat doubtful.
The radar operator hesitated before answering, “From the target's size on radar, it seems to be a person. Could it be Iron Man?”
Before Tony Stark's Iron Man armor burst onto the scene, a radar operator seeing a flying object of this size on radar might have thought it was some kind of supernatural creature, or a bird, or an aircraft.
But after Iron Man appeared, no matter how he looked at it, this thing looked like a flying Iron Man.
Perhaps this was the celebrity effect.
“Tony Stark?!” The Black Captain heard the radar operator's suspicion and shook his head sharply. “It won’t be him. Although I don’t particularly like that playboy, it’s undeniable that Iron Man would absolutely not do anything that endangers federal security…”
The radar operator looked at his Officer in surprise, not understanding why he had such a high opinion of Tony Stark.
The Black Captain didn't explain further, turning directly to the Military Officers behind him and instructing, “You all return to your posts! Whether it’s a drone or some high-tech weapon, shoot it down! Even if Iron Man comes, he cannot be allowed to break through our anti-air firepower!”
“Yes, Officer!” The Naval Officers on the destroyer saluted and hurried back to their posts.
Inside the radar room, the Black Captain watched the red dot target getting closer on the radar, walked to the side, picked up the satellite phone, and made a call.
“Colonel Barlow, how is the mission going? I hope to hear good news from you!” A steady voice came from the satellite phone, belonging to Raman, the Federal Minister of Defense.
The Black Captain looked back at the target on the radar and said, “Mr. Minister, the target has been successfully shot down! Did the Department of Defense arrange any other assessment projects?”
“What do you mean?” Inside the Minister of Defense's office in The Pentagon, the Minister of Defense held the red telephone. Just as a smile appeared on his face upon hearing the Black Captain say the target was successfully shot down, he heard the Black Captain's second sentence.
The Black Captain's heart sank upon hearing the Minister of Defense's question on the phone. “Officer, an unidentified flying object is currently attacking our vessel at high speed. If this isn't a Department of Defense assessment project, then it means our destroyer is under attack!”
“What!?” The Minister of Defense was startled, sitting up straight from the leather sofa in his Office. “Your vessel is under attack!”
He knew that there had been no exercise from beginning to end. He was merely shooting down a civilian aircraft under the guise of an exercise at the hint of the new President.
The newly appointed President held leverage over the Department of Defense, and as the Minister of Defense, Raman, had no choice but to side with him.
Moreover, for the Federal Military, shooting down an aircraft under the name of an exercise was a minor matter; it wasn't the first time they had done it.
“Tell me your coordinates!” Raman asked the Black Captain for their position with a serious look.
“Officer, we are a hundred In the Sea east of the Bering Strait, East Longitude 145, West Longitude 34!”
The Black Captain directly reported his coordinates to Raman.
For federal soldiers, on any battlefield, if they can call for reinforcements, they will absolutely not fight to the death on their own. The so-called chivalry in Europe was a joke to them.
Take the Korean battlefield, for example; even if facing a company or platoon, they would unleash saturated shelling to reduce casualties and offensive resistance.
Therefore, the Black Fleet, facing an unknown aircraft, directly chose to report upwards and request reinforcements.
Upon hearing that the Zumwalt-class missile destroyer might be under attack, Minister of Defense Raman immediately called the Navy Commander, ordering him to dispatch the nearest fleet for reinforcements.
The fleet closest to the Bering Strait was the Third Fleet in the Northern Pacific. After receiving the order from the Department of Defense, the Third Fleet urgently mobilized the Nimitz Carrier Strike Group to the Sea Area near the Bering Strait for reinforcements—
The Federal Navy's Nimitz Carrier Strike Group included the Federal Navy's Nimitz nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, the USS Chung-Hoon Destroyer, the USS Wayne E. Meyer Destroyer, and the USS Decatur Destroyer—
Just as the nuclear-powered aircraft carrier formation sailed towards the coordinates of the Zumwalt-class missile destroyer—
The Zumwalt-class missile destroyer's radar showed that all the medium-range anti-aircraft missiles they launched had failed, and the target was now less than three kilometers away from their vessel.
“My God, what is that thing!”
At three kilometers, some Sailors could clearly see the incoming so-called 'aircraft' through the binoculars on the vessel.
A figure emitting white light all over, a dazzling white light. The Sailors looking through the binoculars from afar felt a stinging pain on their eyes and skin as if being pricked by needles.
Inside the radar room, the Black Captain held binoculars, looking at the figure wrapped in white light, whose form was indistinguishable. He took a deep breath and ordered through the communicator:
“Naval anti-aircraft guns, open fire!”
Tang Song's figure was wrapped in Sword Light transformed from Primeval White Astral Qi. He coldly watched the anti-aircraft turrets on the vessel in front of him turn, the multi-barreled anti-aircraft gun barrels rotated rapidly, and dense artillery shells formed a continuous stream, like a chain of artillery shells, whipping towards him.
This missile destroyer flying the Federal Navy flag had seven or eight Close-in Weapon System turrets alone. Dense artillery shells spray-fired at Tang Song from all directions.
Tang Song's face was stern. He pressed the cane in his palm, and the Sword Qi enveloping his entire body instantly shot out in all directions. The white Sword Qi crisscrossed for hundreds of meters, densely covering the entire sky.
Countless artillery shells collided with these sharp Sword Qi before they could even get close to Tang Song. Some artillery shells were directly split in two, sliced in half, or even smoothly sliced into more pieces.
More artillery shells were directly detonated by the Sword Qi hundreds of meters away from Tang Song.
Boom boom boom—
The huge explosions were like strings of fireworks in the air—
On the missile destroyer, countless Sailors, Soldiers, and Military Officers stared intently at the horizon, eager to know the effect of the anti-tank gun's attack.
