Chapter 2183: The Appearance of an Unknown Enemy
JF-17 First Carrier Strike Group - Flagship Bridge
"We have received the latest news that our first wave of bombers and fighters has reached the location of the enemy aircraft carrier."
"We are launching a bombing attack on the enemy's aircraft carrier and other warships!" the subordinate reported to Marshal Medusa.
At this moment, Marshal Medusa looked at the data reported back and frowned, saying, "This number is wrong."
According to the battlefield data reported back by the JF-17 Fifth Carrier Strike Group and the JF-17 Ninth Carrier Strike Group.
We have estimated the approximate number of enemy carrier-based aircraft.
The aircraft carriers in this fleet we've discovered are simply insufficient to support so many carrier-based aircraft!
The adjutant immediately understood: "You mean, there are other enemy fleets in other places?"
Marshal Medusa nodded: "That's right."
The enemy isn't stupid; they'll also realize that we'll try every means to find the location of their rear fleet.
They certainly won't put all their eggs in one basket.
Continue sending our reconnaissance aircraft to locate the remaining enemy fleet!
"yes!"
The battle at sea continued.
The fighting has gradually lasted for more than seventy-two hours.
The JF-17 Fifth and Ninth Carrier Strike Groups, located in the main battlefield, have consumed a great deal of various strategic materials.
Especially the JF-17 Ninth Carrier Strike Group.
The JF-17 Ninth Carrier Strike Group, under the cover of the Fifth Carrier Strike Group, attempted to withdraw from the battlefield area first.
But the enemy's carrier-based aircraft and warships did not give these prey any chance and continued to relentlessly pursue and attack them.
Under these circumstances, the warships of the JF-17 Ninth Carrier Strike Group would naturally have no opportunity for resupply.
Just when the JF-17 Ninth Carrier Strike Group was about to run out of ammunition.
Three JF-17 carrier battle groups appeared on the battlefield simultaneously.
"The Ninth Carrier Strike Group will break out from the gap we tore open for you in the middle."
There are supply ships waiting for you in the area I marked for you!
You can leave this to us.
"Thank you for your hard work!" Marshal Medusa's voice rang out.
The Ninth Fleet commander felt a warmth in his heart upon hearing this.
Although she already knew that the first carrier battle group was actually in the surrounding waters, she took into account the overall situation of the war.
Therefore, let the Ninth Carrier Strike Group hold out for now.
The first carrier strike group will join the battle once other carrier strike groups arrive.
This pressure was placed on the JF-17 Ninth Carrier Strike Group during this period.
Fortunately, they persevered.
"Yes, sir!" said the commander of the Ninth Carrier Strike Group.
With the cover of three carrier battle groups, it would be very difficult for the enemy to stop this carrier battle group.
Of the more than thirty warships, less than half are still able to sail.
The fleet commander walked to the open corridor of the bridge and looked at several warships slowly sinking in the distance.
These warships all belong to their Ninth Carrier Strike Group.
All personnel on board have been evacuated, and the warships have essentially lost their combat capability, with severe damage to their hulls.
However, due to the warships' excellent quality, even if they were to sink at this moment, it would take several hours or even days.
The fleet commander walked back to the bridge and looked at the exhausted crew.
After several days of fighting, these people were already exhausted.
Although there is a shift system, under these circumstances, who can get proper rest?
At most, I'll find a corner where I won't bother anyone and take a nap for ten or fifteen minutes.
Some people even joked that they could fall asleep even if shells were exploding right next to them.
Perhaps they would die in their sleep from a single enemy shell; such a painless death would be considered fortunate.
"If you're too tired, go and rest first."
"We can hold out a little longer. Let's organize the fleet data."
When rendezvous with the supply fleet, ensure the successful completion of the docking operation.
We cannot let our guard down.
"We may need to return to the battlefield at any time!" the fleet commander said with a serious expression.
"yes!"
"Commander, you should go and rest too."
"You haven't slept a wink for days and nights," the adjutant said, trying to comfort you.
The others nodded with concern.
"Yes." The fleet commander nodded.
She left the bridge.
But instead of returning to her captain's cabin, she went to the deck of the aircraft carrier.
Standing on the huge deck.
Some of the wreckage of the fighter jets was pushed directly into the sea.
Several shells were destroyed on the deck, and the logistics team is working urgently to repair them.
The electrician is repairing several faulty circuits.
Soldiers were also seen using hoses to wash away bloodstains on the runway.
The fleet commander stroked the iron deck of the aircraft carrier.
This is its first battle.
This battle left it devastated.
I reckon I'll need to undergo a major overhaul when I get back.
But it was also this battle that truly transformed it into a real warship!
She stood on the deck, watching the busy soldiers, occasionally lending a hand, and feeling the sea breeze on her face.
"commander.
"I knew you hadn't rested." The adjutant rushed over, carrying a stack of paper reports.
"This is the extent of our fleet's losses in this battle."
The fleet commander wiped his hands on his clothes, then took the reports and flipped through them page by page.
The adjutant occasionally chimed in with a few words.
"Our fleet has thirty-five combat ships."
A total of fifteen ships were lost in this battle.
In addition, five other ships also came out, but their hulls were severely damaged and their speed was reduced.
Whether we can return to the Dragon Continent is uncertain; we might need to apply for a tugboat.
Among these five ships is our third aircraft carrier, whose deck was severely damaged.
Three large craters were blown out, the deepest of which reached down to the hangar below.
Emergency repairs were insufficient to restore takeoff and landing operations.
In addition, we have three aircraft carriers and 150 combat aircraft of various types.
More than seventy aircraft were lost in the battle, more than half of them.
Most of the pilots did not survive.
In this battle.
Our ninth carrier battle group is estimated to have suffered over 3,000 casualties, and the number of seriously wounded and disabled has not yet been calculated.
If it weren't for our rigorous assessment system, which requires captains and crew to abandon ship when necessary,
Our losses will only be greater.
The fleet commander looked at the casualty report.
Her hands involuntarily clenched.
Then he said, "Take good care of these wounded."
It's not just physical trauma that needs attention; psychological trauma should also be taken into account.
They...must live well after they go back!
"yes!"
After saying that, the fleet commander collapsed to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up again.
She sat up abruptly.
"Fight! Fight!"
Looking around at the pure white medical room, the hospital bed, and the smell of disinfectant in the air.
Then look at the IV drip hanging on my arm.
"You're awake?" Just then, a nurse happened to be pushing a cart by and, seeing that the leader was awake, immediately came over to check on him.
Where am I now?
Where is my fleet?!
"I want to get back to my bridge!" The commander tried to pull out the needle from the back of his hand, but the nurse stopped him in time.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing!"
Your body is very weak right now.
The previous battle is over.
We are now on our way back.
"Your fleet is right outside." The nurse said, pulling back the curtain beside her. Through a small, round window, one could see the sea and warships lined up one after another in the distance.
These warships all bear the marks of battle.
Some of them were warships from her Ninth Carrier Strike Group.
"Did we win?" the commander asked in surprise.
"I guess so?" the nurse thought for a moment and said, "I'm just a nurse, I don't know much about what you guys do up there."
But you have been unconscious for three days now.
In the past three days, our Dragon Kingdom has assembled a total of six carrier battle groups in this sea area.
I heard that they have also located the enemy fleet's aircraft carriers and launched several air raids.
As our fleet prepared to search for these fleets, the enemy fleet chose to retreat.
They retreated to the Central Sea Islands.
We did not continue the pursuit and chose to temporarily retreat to the Xiaolong Continent. The nurse recounted the information she had.
"I was unconscious for three days?" the commander asked, somewhat surprised.
You have no idea how critical your condition was when you were brought here.
You've gone into shock; all your vital signs have reached their limits.
Fortunately, your aircraft carrier has a good medical team that gave you two injections of adrenaline before urgently transferring you to our medical ship, which saved your life!
Otherwise, you would become the highest-ranking officer to die in this battle.
The nurse couldn't resist making a joke at the end.
shock?
She touched her heart, but she didn't actually feel much.
She just felt so tired, both mentally and physically.
I never imagined I would actually escape death.
"alright.
You need to heal properly now.
"You can't pull out this needle!" the nurse warned repeatedly.
The nurse only left after the commander repeatedly assured her.
Before leaving, he made sure to turn back and take one last look at the patient sitting obediently on the hospital bed before finally leaving with peace of mind.
The commander looked at the warships outside the glass.
Is it over?
One day later.
Her subordinates, who had been notified, came to see her.
Even someone she never expected showed up.
Marshal Medusa!
Upon seeing Marshal Medusa appear, she immediately prepared to stand up.
But Marshal Medusa held him down.
"Don't move."
"You're injured now, there's no need for all those formalities." Marshal Medusa appeared here, and many people looked up at her in admiration.
Although Marshal Medusa is a subhuman, she is rare in both the Western and Northern Continents, and is even discriminated against in some regions.
But here, anyone who mentions Marshal Medusa only feels reverence.
"Teacher!" The commander looked at Marshal Medusa in surprise.
"Shutu".
"You did well this time." Marshal Medusa grasped the commander's hand.
"You...you still remember me!" Shu Tu was surprised that the other party actually remembered my name.
In her view, although she now holds a high position in the JF-17 Navy, she still feels inferior inside.
It still made her feel that she was far inferior to others.
Of course.
I have a very strong impression of your bunny ears.
Why are your ears tied up again?
"I already said, these ears are so cute, they should be shown." Marshal Medusa noticed that Shu Tu had deliberately tied up her ears and covered them with her hair.
That's right!
The commander of the JF-17 carrier battle group's ninth carrier strike group is a demi-human.
They belong to the rabbit-people clan.
However, her physical °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° features are similar to those of a human, the only difference being a pair of rabbit ears.
So she often covers her rabbit ears with her hair, even though it's a little uncomfortable.
But in doing so, she felt like she was just like everyone else.
It will make me feel much better.
"Your JF-17 Ninth Carrier Strike Group performed exceptionally well this time."
"His Majesty is already preparing a celebration for your victory!" Medusa Yuan said with a serious expression.
“But my fleet suffered losses...” Shu Tu clenched his fists, looking guilty.
This was the first combat deployment of her JF-17 carrier battle group, yet it suffered such heavy losses.
She believed that she was an incompetent commander.
"No!
Don't think like that.
War always involves sacrifice.
"You've done the best you could!" Marshal Medusa praised.
"Marshal, what's the situation on the battlefield right now?" Shu Tu couldn't help but ask.
"As expected of our Xiaolong's general."
Even while lying in a hospital bed, he still couldn't help but ask about things on the battlefield.
I reckon if I didn't tell you, you probably wouldn't sleep well or get a good rest tonight.
Then I'll explain it to you properly.
This battle lasted for nearly a week.
This is a full-scale naval battle, the first time such a large-scale naval battle has been fought since the establishment of our Dragon Kingdom.
The entire navy was mobilized, but by the time the last four JF-17 carrier battle groups arrived, the enemy had already chosen to retreat.
But this is the largest naval deployment we have ever made in a single battle.
In this battle...
Based on our observations, the number of enemy navies fighting against us.
There are at least five hundred ships.
They deployed at least a thousand sorties of various types of fighter jets alone.
Whether the enemy has more warships remains unknown.
But these are our preliminary estimates.
Moreover, the enemy came prepared, and it was obvious that they were targeting our JF-17 Navy.
According to their plan.
Taking advantage of the attack on the merchant ships, we can lure several of our carrier battle groups over.
Then they will attack our carrier battle group in order to welcome more of our carrier battle groups.
The ultimate goal is to take this opportunity to destroy at least half of our fleet in one fell swoop!
However, thanks to the perseverance of the JF-17 Ninth Carrier Strike Group and the timely support from other carrier strike groups, they fought bravely on the battlefield.
This thwarted the enemy's plan.
When the enemy sees that their original plan is not working and that a prolonged battle at sea will result in us turning the tables on them.
So they chose to retreat.