Great Power Technology.

Chapter 313 The Turning Point

At 13 o'clock in the afternoon, 9 hours before the confrontation officially started.

Medellin, which was floating in the sea, was picked up by the lifeboat sent by the other party. After that, the two sides entered a state of radio silence tacitly. The two ship formations that were originally only 200 nautical miles away began to disengage. The radar signal disappeared, and the electromagnetic shielding system After starting, the satellite tracking gradually lost, and an hour later, the two aircraft carrier formations became invisible in mutual vision.

From the beginning of the formal contact and confrontation between the two sides, the intensity of this confrontation has been rising at a speed visible to the naked eye. After the first fighter plane was lost on the Ugly side, the nature of the confrontation changed suddenly.

This is no longer the peaceful confrontation that everyone knows.

Both hands were already on the trigger.

Formation No. 002 began to maneuver towards the predetermined battle position at the limit speed. All the early warning aircraft on Yongxia Island were lifted into the air. Some deep wells deep in the hinterland have also uncovered their well covers.

Gao Fei had already returned to the aircraft carrier with his fighter plane. The carrier air wing command severely criticized him, but did not make any restrictions. A few minutes later, after the fuel was refilled, he returned to the plane again. Ready to go.

Everyone is waiting for a signal.

Waiting for the signal to start or end it all.

Reagan aircraft carrier formation, Reagan aircraft carrier command room.

Medellin, who was brought back, was telling the story of his crash. He was wrapped in a blanket, with a panicked expression on his face and a trembling tone.

However, this panic is not because he is still immersed in the fear of being shot down just now, but because he has only now realized what terrible consequences his crash will bring.

It would have been better if I had persisted a little longer.

Obviously there is still an altitude of 500 meters, and the overall structure of the aircraft has not been damaged. As long as he persists for a few more seconds, after the flight control system recovers, it is entirely possible for him to regain control of the aircraft and return to high altitude.

But he hadn't experienced such a time for too long, panic made him lose his judgment, and his conceit of his own value made him lose his will to sacrifice, so he made such a wrong choice.
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Maybe it's not necessarily a bug?
After all, he survived.

As long as he is still alive, the loss is still within the acceptable range.

And if there is a [-]/[-] chance that he crashed and died in that piece of sea, I'm afraid that the thing he was worried about had already erupted right now?

Thinking of this, Medellin felt a little better. He put down the cup of hot tea, looked at the commander in front of him, and asked:
"Is it going to war?"

The commander shook his head and replied:
"I don't know. Right now, we're waiting for orders from our superiors."

On the other side of the sea, the white house.

Everyone has received the news of the crash at sea and the latest feedback from Medellin. Everyone is sitting in the small office, and those who have no seats can only stand.

This scene is almost exactly the same as when they remotely commanded a special force to break into the irag and complete their long-planned goal.

The only difference is that what is displayed on the big screen at this time is far more than the information of a special force, but the positions and combat readiness of all their military bases and all sea fleets around the world.

"...the situation has become so clear that we have to make a decision."

"The facts are in front of us: we lost a fighter plane."

"Now, the opponent has fully entered a state of combat readiness, and the fate of the entire world is in our hands."

"We have received a note from the other party's senior management, and the other party clarified that this was just an accident."

"But for us, there were no surprises — in fact, they didn't treat it as a surprise at all."

"Ladies and gentlemen."

"The fate of this world will be decided in the next 5 minutes."

Hearing his words, the old man sitting in the middle was slightly lost.

When was the last time this happened?
Was it the missile crisis?Or that confrontation at sea?

In those several crises, every time someone stood up to turn the tide and bring the human beings who were about to perish back on track, so what about this time?

Will I be this person?

The old man sat quietly on the chair, his eyes swept across the silent crowd, and he couldn't speak for a moment.

He is tired.

For an old man of his age, it is too difficult to bear the fate of a world.

In the Ryukyu waters, the destroyer Izumo.

Hiroshi Yamamura has received the news of the Ugly F-35C crash, and has also noticed that all the troops on the other side have entered into radio silence and are out of contact with his own ships. At this moment, he has already recognized the confrontation victory or defeat.

He no longer cares about how the next situation will develop. There is only one thing he believes:
The moment of choice has come.

As for who to choose?
The answer is obvious.

Heaven is too far away, rabbit is too close.

Looking at the Ugly Nation's fleet fading away on the radar screen, he picked up the phone in the Izumo's command room, connected to a number, and delivered a crucial message.

He didn't know if the news would ultimately make a difference.
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Perhaps, that rabbit has far more information than its own, but it doesn't matter, because this is just a nomination certificate.

From today, from this moment on, if this world can continue to exist, then my own country may have to embark on a completely different path.

Xiongguo, Mosskou, in a small building on Red Square, the man was calmly drinking a glass of spirits.

He doesn't actually have the habit of drinking, but when facing such a critical moment of great change, he feels that it is necessary for him to take a sip, even if it's just for the sense of ritual that seems a little ridiculous to him.

Just half an hour ago, he issued an order to the North Sea Fleet to enter a state of nuclear war readiness. The four Borei-class nuclear submarines had all dived under the solid ice of the Arctic Ocean and were silently sailing towards the predetermined sea area.

They don't know their purpose yet, and they don't know their mission yet, but they know that the next order they receive must be an order to destroy the world.

On the submarine, no one wants the long-wave communication system to ring, just as this man does not want the red phone in front of him to ring.

According to the agreement with Dongfang, if all is well, the next call will be after 8:[-] pm of the other party's time.

And now, there are still 7 hours before that time.

The wine in the glass is almost exhausted.

Medellin was wrapped in a blanket and stood on the deck. The warm sea breeze was blowing on his body, which made him feel a little hot. He threw away the blanket and walked back and forth on the edge of the deck in a T-shirt that was incompatible with the soldiers around him. .

The atmosphere on the deck was extremely tense, all the planes on the take-off runway had already started to warm up their engines, as long as there was an order, they would rush into the air with those terrible weapons, and then tilt them towards the enemy with unstoppable power on the head.

He had fantasized about such a scene countless times since the first day he joined the army, and he always thought it was a fantastic and magnificent scene.

But when it really came to this day and this moment, he didn't have any intention to appreciate it at all.

His thoughts drifted involuntarily, to his fiancée who was thousands of miles away.
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By the way, there is also that petite island woman in Yokosuka Port.

Can they survive?
Or, will they outlive themselves?
He couldn't think of an answer to this question.

So he became more and more anxious, but in this anxiety, he suddenly found a strange thing on the deck.

It was a red, blinding, intermittently flickering bright spot.

The people around didn't seem to notice this bright spot, so Medellín stepped forward curiously, put his hand on the place where the bright spot appeared, waited for more than ten seconds, the bright spot appeared again, and caused severe burns to his skin .

"shit!!!"

Medellin suddenly withdrew his hand, he recognized that this was the bright spot of the laser guide, but where did this bright spot come from?

missile?

This is impossible, because so far, the Aegis system has not responded.

He looked up at the sky in bewilderment, and it took several seconds before he remembered to report the situation to the fleet commander, and when the other party followed him to the deck, the bright spot had already started to move on the deck, and etched crooked tracks .

The commander-in-chief of the fleet watched all this silently. He seemed to realize something, and his eyes also looked at the higher and higher sky.

Hawaii Island.

So far, the island is still immersed in a happy and peaceful atmosphere-except, of course, for the soldiers in the military base.

All of them are staring at the same thing, which is projected onto the big screen and takes the breath away of everyone familiar with it.

It was an underwater sonar image.

A sonar map that did not come from our side, but accurately pointed out the positions of almost all ships in this base.

And the meaning it represents is self-evident.

Someone is watching them.

Even, the person staring at them may be near this base.

Maybe a submarine?Maybe some kind of sonar buoy?
But that's not important anymore, being able to deliver these things right under my nose, but I haven't discovered it yet, this matter itself is actually enough to explain the problem.

Ugly country, inland, and militia three missile launch bases.

The missile that had just entered combat readiness received an order to disarm it just one minute ago.

No one knows why, and even in the eyes of many lower-ranking officers, this is just a drill on the whim of their superiors. Only the high-level commanders of this base know what they have experienced in this short hour. dire danger.

This danger is not just to one's own country, but to the entire human race.

However, just 10 minutes ago, there was a force that ended this danger in a way that far exceeded everyone's expectations.

A beam of light not exceeding 10 centimeters in diameter descended from the sky, right in front of the commander, it just rightly melted through the front cover of the armored command vehicle in front of him.

They have no way of judging the danger of this light beam, but no one is willing to take the risk.

So 5 minutes ago, the white house received the news.

At the same time as this news, there are also the light spots on the Ronald Reagan aircraft carrier, the sonar image of the Hawaii base, the disappearance of Borei and H-20, and the news that a certain island country temporarily closed the port.

15:11 pm, [-] hours after the standoff.

The aircraft carrier USS Ronald Reagan was lifted from combat readiness, all aircraft on board were turned off, radio silence was lifted, the speed of the ship was reduced, and the living area of ​​the ship was reopened.

The sailors walked into the cabin happily. For them, this laborious and dangerous mission was finally over.

Medellin stood on the deck silently watching these ignorant sailors, feeling a sudden sadness in his heart.

He suddenly realized that today would be a turning point.

A turning point in which the military strength of one's own country and the opponent's is reduced from an advantage to a balance of power.

Before I knew it, I seemed to have witnessed history.

It's not a pleasant history, but it will be remembered.

After a moment of silence, he looked curiously at the laser ablation mark that had been covered on the deck not far away.

What could that crooked shape be?

He looked around, made sure no one had noticed him, then quietly walked to the deck, and then struggled to remove the flame-retardant cloth on it.

Still an odd shape.

He took a picture of the shape with his mobile phone, returned to his cabin and connected to the Internet, and found out the meaning of the shape with the map recognition function.

seven one.

Medellin silently read the date in his mind.

Perhaps this was just an unintentional move by the other party when they were demonstrating their strength, but he knew that this date would remain on this aircraft carrier in an indelible way for a long time.

(End of this chapter)