Great Power Technology

At 13:00, it was 9 hours before the confrontation officially started.

Medellin, which was floating on the sea, had been picked up by the lifeboat sent by the other party. After that, the two sides entered a state of radio silence in tacit agreement. The two ship formations, which were originally only 200 nautical miles apart, began to disengage. The radar signal disappeared and the electromagnetic shielding system activated, satellite tracking was gradually lost, and an hour later, the two aircraft carrier formations disappeared from each other's sight.

From the beginning of the formal contact and confrontation between the two sides, the intensity of this confrontation continued to rise at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, after the loss of the first fighter plane on the US side, the nature of the confrontation suddenly changed.

This is no longer the kind of peaceful confrontation that everyone knows full well.

Both sides' hands were already on the trigger.

Formation 002 began to maneuver toward the predetermined combat position at extreme speed. All early warning aircraft on Yongxia Island took off. The H-20, which was originally on combat readiness cruise, turned away from the confrontation sea area. All air force bases along the coast entered first-level combat readiness, even on the mainland. Some deep wells deep in the hinterland have also had their covers lifted.

Gao Fei had already piloted his fighter plane back to the aircraft carrier. The carrier air wing commander criticized him harshly but did not impose any restrictions. A few minutes later, after the fuel was refilled, he returned to the plane again. Get ready.

Everyone is waiting for a signal.

Waiting for the signal that it all begins or ends.

USS Ronald Reagan aircraft carrier formation, USS Ronald Reagan aircraft carrier command room.

Medellin, who had just returned, was telling the story of his crash. He was wrapped in a blanket, with a panic look on his face and a trembling tone.

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

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

There was obviously still an altitude of 1,500 meters, and the overall structure of the aircraft was not damaged. As long as he persisted for a few more seconds, after the flight control system was restored, it was actually 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 pride in his own worth made him lose his will to sacrifice, so he made such a wrong choice.

——

Maybe it's not necessarily a mistake?

After all, he survived.

As long as you are still alive, the loss will be within the bearable range.

And if there was a one in 10,000 chance that he would crash and die in that sea, maybe the thing he was worried about would have already broken out at this moment, right?

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 there going to be a war?"

The commander shook his head and replied:

"I don't know. Now, we are waiting for orders from our superiors."

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

Everyone had received the news of the crash at sea and the latest situation feedback record from Medellin. Everyone was sitting around in the small office, and those who had no seats could only stand.

This scene was almost exactly the same as when they remotely commanded a special forces unit to break into the Irag and complete the goal they had planned for a long time.

The only difference is that the big screen at this time displays far more than the information of one special forces force, but the locations and combat readiness of all their military bases and maritime fleets around the world.

".The situation is very clear and we have to make a decision."

"The facts are right there: we lost a fighter jet."

"Now, the opponent has fully entered a state of battle preparation, 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 to us, it was no accident - in fact, they didn't treat it as an accident at all."

"Ladies and gentlemen."

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

After hearing his words, the old man sitting in the middle was slightly absent-minded.

When was the last time this happened?

Was it that missile crisis? Or was it that sea confrontation?

In each of those crises, someone stood up to turn the tide and put mankind on the verge of extinction back on track. So what about this time?

Will you be this person?

The old man sat quietly on the chair. His eyes swept across the people who were also silent. For a moment, he was unable to speak.

He is tired.

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

In Ryukyu waters, the destroyer Izumo.

Hiroshi Yamamura has received the news of the crash of the Ugly F-35C, and also noticed that all the opponent's troops have entered radio silence and are out of the contact range of his own ships. At this moment, he has clearly recognized the confrontation. of victory or defeat.

He no longer cares about how the situation develops next. There is only one thing he believes in:

The moment of choice has arrived.

As for who to choose?

The answer is obvious.

Heaven is too far and the rabbit is too close.

Watching the Ugly Fleet fading away on the radar screen, he picked up the phone in the Izumo's command room, then connected to a number and delivered a vital message.

He didn't know if the message would ultimately make a difference.

——

Perhaps, the information that the rabbit has is far better than that of itself, but it doesn't matter, because it is just a certificate of submission.

From today on, from this moment on, if this world can continue to exist, then my country will probably take a completely different path.

Xiong Country, Moskou, in a small building on Red Square, the man was calmly drinking strong wine from a cup.

He actually didn't have the habit of drinking, but when faced with such a critical juncture of great changes, he felt that he needed to take a sip, even if it was just for the sense of ritual that seemed a bit ridiculous to him.

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

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

On a submarine, no one wants the long-wave communication system to sound, just as this man doesn't want the red phone in front of him to ring.

According to the agreement with Dongfang, if everything goes well, the next call will be after 8 pm on the other side's time.

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

The wine in the glass is almost empty.

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

The atmosphere on the deck was extremely tense. All the aircraft on the takeoff runway had already started to warm up their engines. With just one 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 this scene countless times since the first day he joined the army. He always thought it was a dreamlike and magnificent scene.

But when it came to this day and this moment, he had no intention of appreciating it at all.

His thoughts drifted involuntarily, to his fiancée who was thousands of miles away.

——

Oh, and that petite island woman from Yokosuka Port.

Will 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 his anxiety, he suddenly discovered a strange thing on the deck.

It was a red, glaring, flashing bright spot.

The people around him didn't seem to notice the bright spot. Medellin stepped forward curiously and put his hand on the spot where the bright spot appeared. After waiting for more than ten seconds, the bright spot appeared again and caused severe burns to his skin. .

"shit!!!"

Medellin suddenly retracted 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 as of now, there is no response from the Aegis system.

He looked up at the sky in confusion. After several seconds, he remembered to report the situation to the fleet commander. When the other party followed him to the deck, the bright spot had already begun to move on the deck, etching out a crooked trajectory. .

The commander-in-chief of the fleet watched all this in silence. He seemed to realize something, and his eyes also looked towards 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 were staring at the same thing, which was projected onto the big screen and took the breath away of everyone familiar with it.

That's a sonar image from underwater.

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

And the meaning it represents is self-evident.

Someone is watching them.

In fact, the person staring at them might be near this base.

Maybe a submarine? Maybe some kind of sonobuoy?

But that doesn't matter anymore. Being able to have these things right under your nose without you realizing it yet is enough to illustrate the problem.

Ugly country, inland, militia three missile launch bases.

The missile, which had just entered combat readiness, received an order to cancel combat readiness just a minute ago.

No one knows why. Even in the eyes of many lower-level officers, this is just an exercise on the whim of their superiors. Only the top commanders of this base know what they have experienced in this short hour. Terrible 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 with a diameter of no more than 10 centimeters fell from the sky, right in front of the commander, and melted through the front cover of the armored command vehicle in front of him.

They had no way of judging the danger of this beam, but no one wanted to take the risk.

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

At the same time as this news was delivered, there were also light spots on the USS Ronald Reagan aircraft carrier, sonar images of the Hawaii base, the disappeared Boreas and H-20, and news that an island nation had temporarily closed its port.

15:00, 11 hours after the confrontation.

The USS Ronald Reagan aircraft carrier was lifted from combat readiness, all carrier-based aircraft were shut down, radio silence was lifted, the ship's speed was reduced, and the ship's living area was reopened.

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

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

He suddenly realized that today would be a turning point.

A turning point when the military power comparison between one's own country and the other party drops from superiority to balance of power.

Unknowingly, I seemed to be witnessing history.

This is 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 up on the deck not far away.

What could that crooked shape be?

He looked around to make sure no one noticed him, then quietly walked to the deck, and then painstakingly uncovered the flame-retardant cloth on it.

Still an odd shape.

He took a photo of the shape with his mobile phone, returned to his cabin and connected to the Internet, and used the image recognition function to find out the meaning of the shape.

July 1st.

Medellin silently read the date in his mind.

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