Monster Factory

The lights are out.

The massive electronic nautical chart in the command room was extinguished.

Various equipment screens arranged in rings on both sides of the electronic nautical chart are also extinguished.

Even the phones on their hands, the laser pens on their hands, the electronic watches on their hands, are all gone.

In the darkness, a choking scorching paste floated in the command room.

The frigate is dead.

Fighting power supported by electronic informatization and integrated circuitry is instantly wiped out.

Choking scorch turned into an invisible ghost that quickly burst into the body of everyone in the battle room. They looked around blindly until they could no longer hold back their fears and scream loudly.

The humpback is here.

It hit the tail of the frigate at 130 knots.

“Boom...”

At sea level, the mountains suddenly collapsed and the land split.

Had it not been for the last emergency manoeuvre of the frigate, it would now have been its deadliest belly.

In fact, the humpback whale hit the frigate like a steel fortress. Even the humpback whale is so huge that it's so close to the surface.

When the humpback struck the tail of a weak frigate, the indestructible angle of impact of the humpback whale could not find a target. So much so that the humpback whale crushed up, like a runaway tank, crushing over from an Otto car.

At this moment, the landslide cracked and the humpback whale weighed tens of thousands of tons, pressed against this only 3,000 ton drainage frigate, making the upper deck of the frigate instantly collapse into a collapsed iron hide.

The frigate, which had eaten only a few meters deep, disappeared instantly at sea level at this moment.

Any weapon, in the face of the horrific defenses and weight of the humpback whale, will overshadow.

As the humpback crossed the frigate, the previous moment the frigate was releasing fire toward the surface, at which point it had been compressed into a piece of iron cake.

In the midst of fire and small-scale explosions, the frigate quickly fell into the deep sea until it could no longer be seen to have traces.

……

This scene was not witnessed.

But there were hundreds of voices around, detecting buoys, faithfully recording that thrilling sound.

These sonar buoys were inadvertently damaged by the humpback whale while sailing, and more than a dozen by electromagnetic generators. The rest are still functioning properly.

The atmosphere in the theatre of operations was solidified on the Berk-class missile destroyer, which was urgently approaching here.

The Sonar network is connected to the destroyer, although it is more than seventy nautical miles from the giant ship of Beast Industry. But every weapon launch on the frigate, they get it on their side.

Harpoon antiship guided missile?

Four light torpedoes?

Quick-fire and multi-barrel anti-aircraft guns continue to fire?

If not clearly indicated on the sonar buoy network, there is only one target ship.

If the frigate does not make multiple calls, repeat the speed and profile of the target vessel constantly.

The commander of this operation, Rashid, and others in the battle command room, will surely believe that their frigate caught fire with a group of powerful warships of unknown origin.

What is the power of that giant black ship to push the frigate to full fire?

It is no exaggeration to say that the frigate just poured out of the fire. Allowing the naval fleets of those countries on the African continent, once and for all, could easily wipe out the naval forces of the vast majority of countries.

But neither torpedoes, nor their proud harpoon anti-ship guided missile, have been properly detonated.

They're like goosebumps thrown into the ocean.

Last ~

What you can hear in the command room is a messy scream from the frigate.

Someone yelled at the giant black ship, someone yelled at the missile being destroyed by an electromagnetic weapon, and even yelled at the jumper.

Next, all contact moments are interrupted, they don't know what happened, they can only hear incredible impact friction sounds and dense explosions from nearby sonar buoys.

No one would believe that the explosion would have occurred on that giant civilian ship.

Because after the sound waves of the dense explosion slowly disappear, the sonar buoy can only detect one sound print.

That's the target ship heading toward here at 130 knots.

Signals and propeller prints representing frigates are no longer present.

The atmosphere in the command room solidifies, and only the sounds received continue to sound. At this point, the combat staff went to the operational commander, Rashid, and he lowered his voice, “Sir, are we… considering giving up this operation? ”

“Giving up?” Rashid responded at the same volume, "Do we still have the right to give up? ”

“After the three ships are gone, giving up, waiting for you and mine will be incomplete investigation reports and disqualification from the command of the ship forever. ”

The volume of the sonar device overshadowed their conversation, so the staff can not have to worry about their timidity.

“But this time our adversary has a weapon of terror that we do not understand.” The Staff Counsellor continued: "Compared to the fate of the frigate, I would rather write the investigation reports that cost me my future. ”

Commander Rashid ticked him straight, “This is a battle. ”

The staff member revived his words, "But our enemies are not warships of a country, and this battle has nothing to do with any glory. ”

“This is a secret operation that will never be told to the outside world, and who would have thought that our target was a cargo ship of a technology company? ”

“Sir, if this is a battle to defend the invasion, I will accompany you to the last moment. If you're frightened, I don't know if I'd stick a gun to your back to get you back on your feet. ”

“But it's not, if we lose another warship, you and I will be the most disgraceful fleet commanders since the Cold War. ”

Commander Rashid was silent.

For the first time, he realized fear and fear.

Perhaps these emotions often occur in his past opponents.

The Staff Counsellor is right that the weapons of terror in the possession of the other party can make them the most proud to strike precisely, turning them into a pile of scrap iron.

Essentially, the lost frigate is not much different from the Berk-class missile destroyer they are in.

A 3,000-ton scale, a 7,000-ton scale.

Apart from tonnage, there are only a few firepower configurations left and whether or not electronic combat equipment is advanced. Simply in terms of armor strength, their destroyer is not even as good as a frigate.

“Even if you give up, you have to give up at the very last moment. ”

Commander Rashid's silence raised the volume for a moment, "Target ships can interfere with the attack fire of a ship and can interfere with three to four anti-ship missiles. ”

“What about 10, 100? ”

“I have ordered the remaining ships to be targeted for fire coverage. ”

“We'll launch all the missiles that can hit there. ”

A moment later.

Quiet sea surface, interrupted by continuous rapid whistling.

A missile rushed to the sky.

This Burke-class destroyer and another frigate opened all missile ports.

Harpoon antiship guided missile.

Sparrow short-range anti-aircraft missiles.

Standard SM-2 anti-aircraft missile

Battle Axe Cruise Missile.

Under a modern intelligent electronic combat system, missiles of all types are actually multifaceted. They can be anti-aircraft, anti-submersible, or strike surface warships, just the difference between strong and weak capabilities.

At this moment, the Berk-class missile destroyer, which represents one of the most powerful striking forces at sea, is a complete manifestation of brutality.

One missile on the launcher whistled, a standard anti-aircraft missile was continuously ejected from the front quadriplex vertical launch system, and the rear quadriplex vertical launch system threw out all 61 missiles of all types.

These missiles are climbing.

The operational system precisely controls the speed of each missile. In order of precedence, the earliest-launched missiles maintain slow flight and the last-launched missiles accelerate catching up with the forward missiles.

They come together slowly, and eventually form a saturated attack formation in the sky as if it could cover the sun.

Two warships, approaching 150 missiles of all types.

They drag out white trajectories, like weaving an endless mesh in the sky.

The end of the net will be the sole goal of Operation Whaling.