The almost crazy actions of the Argentine Air Force shocked the British army, and also stimulated the unyielding bloodiness in the blood of the Anglo-Saxon nation. The ships were equipped with medium-range "Sea Javelin" air defense missiles and short-range "Sea Cat" air defense missiles, which were launched together at the moment when the Argentine A-4B fleet reached its effective range.

In an instant, several dazzling fireworks burst out from the sky. Then the "Sea Harrier" fighter jet with the "Saturday" air-to-air missile was rushing out from the flanks of Argentina's attack echelon. While fighting desperately with the escort Phantom 1 fighter jets, it also opened fire fiercely on the waves that found space to cover their teammates and took the lead in Argentina's attack.

However, Argentine Air Force pilots are not vegetarians. Most of them have received strict training from the US Air Force and have very superb flight skills. More importantly, each of them has a heart of victory in their hearts, which makes them fearless in the world!

It is also because of this that after being strongly intercepted by the British army, the first and third squadrons of Argentina did not panic, but dispersed the four waves of dense attack formations, forming a two-machine attack team, using the blind spots of British ship radar and the blind spots of missile shooting to carry out ultra-low-altitude free attacks. The Phantom 19 fighter jet, responsible for escorting, went all out to wrap the few British "Sea Harriers" tightly in the middle and high altitudes, leaving them with no flaw in clones...

"What's this?"

Major General Moore, the commander of the landing force at the temporary command of San Carlos, saw the large group of aircraft that were just like a flood in Argentina, suddenly dispersed into several bloodthirsty elves like locusts. His eyes suddenly condensed, and a bad premonition arose from the depths of his heart. Then he grabbed the radio telephone of China Unicom's flagship next to him and shouted loudly regardless of it:

"Don't talk anymore, pick me up Woodward, quickly..."

"Boom~~Boom~~~"

As soon as Major General Moore called out halfway, two huge explosions sounded not far away, and the huge air waves overturned him to the ground. But just as he wanted to get up and continue to contact Woodward, one after another explosion of explosions sounded like cannons around him. The sky-surgent air waves were mixed with muddy soil, rising black satiation after another, and the flying shrapnel was scattered and harvesting one life after another with a demonic curse. Even though Major General Moore had great courage, he was unable to raise his head by the waves of air strikes...

"Boom~~~"

At this moment, the tons of ammunition and supplies that had just been unloaded on the coast were directly hit by a thousand-pound bomb, sending a big explosion that shook the world. The blazing flames accompanied by the screams of British soldiers' hissings, rose to the sky, making the entire beach a hell on earth...

“no!no!”

Looking at this tragic scene, Moore, who had participated in almost all British external operations, couldn't help but scream in pain. He tried to rush over and rescue the British soldiers who were struggling in the flames, but was held tightly by the adjutant and the staff:

"General, you can't go. It's too dangerous here. We have to leave quickly!"

"Leave? No...boom..."

Major General Moore still wanted to persevere, but the raindrop explosion completely shattered his seemingly firm heart. In the end, he could only follow the adjutant and staff to avoid the edge of the Argentine Air Force and retreat to the depths of the island. However, even so, the British general who had experienced the baptism of blood and fire still stared at the sky with resentful eyes from time to time, and said with grief and anger:

"My fighter, where are our fighter?"

The same words also roared anxiously at the command of the British landing strike squadron, a few miles away from Major General Moore's beachhead command post, John West, the commander of the "Coventry", who had handed over the command of the warship to the deputy captain, and he shouted loudly with the radio telephone of the Unicom Task Force Command:

"We need support, a lot of support, Argentina's planes are like countless hungry mosquitoes. No, they should be flying chains, which have trapped us tightly and didn't know... Oh... God..."

Just as West was halfway through his words, the ship suddenly tilted and threw West to the ground. Then, "Boom~~~~" Two loud noises rang in West's ears. The huge shock wave shattered the ship's portholes. The bomb's soaring water column on the side was like a violent tsunami, rushing in towards the broken portholes.

In the blink of an eye, West was soaked in the cold sea water that he felt cold, but he didn't care about it and continued to pick up the communication equipment to continue contacting. However, due to the invasion of the sea water, the communication equipment still failed. He was so angry that he threw the telephone in his hand and cursed:

"Fuck! For a patrol plane, he actually sent out all the "Invincible" numbers. Woodward is a stupid pig, a bastard, and a scum!"

But no matter how much West scolded, the current dangerous situation still needed him, the front-line commander, to calmly deal with it. Therefore, after venting his dissatisfaction, he ordered to the adjutant beside him:

"Transfer my orders to keep the current air defense formation, use the 'z' word maneuver to gradually withdraw from the San Carlos Bend, and move closer to the main force of the task force!"

"yes!"

The adjutant responded and rushed towards the backup communication room. After only a few minutes, West's order was transmitted to the various ships of the squadron. In an instant, the entire fire-supporting squadron's combat ships gradually got rid of the initial unfavorable situation under the command of the "Coventry", and began to gather their formation and retreat slowly.

The squadron also showed the strength of the old maritime power of Britain at this moment. The sailors on each ship cooperated tacitly, and the ships complemented each other. Under the back-to-back division of defense zones, medium-range air defense missiles shook the sky, and short-range air defense missiles faced the assault.

The small-caliber rapid-fire cannon checks for leaks and fills in the gaps under the guidance of the gun-aiding radar, and sprays flames with all their strength. Coupled with the skilled operation techniques of ships and formations, this small squadron is like a giant hedgehog wearing a thick layer of armor. No matter how big the bloody mouth of Argentina is, it cannot be able to get out of his mouth!

"Ten years of air force, a hundred years of navy, and the Royal Navy of the Empire that never sets the sun is indeed worthy of its reputation!" Messi looked at the battle report coming from the front in real time, and couldn't help but sincerely appreciate the performance of the British Royal Navy:

"No wonder the British are fearless. If I were to do so, I would probably do this!"

Looking at the map, the staff members kept marking the direction of the British army landing and attacking the support squadron gradually moving out according to the situation. Lieutenant General Messi was overwhelmed with his own praise, neither was sad because of his own losses, nor was he upset about the British squadron gradually leaving the Argentine Air Force entanglement. Instead, he smiled calmly on his face and said to himself meaningfully:

"How far can a beast entangled with iron chains run even if it runs?"

“'Aries' arrives in the pre-ordered waters!”

“'Beret' arrives in the reserved waters!”

Just as Lieutenant General Messi looked at the map in front of him with great interest, the headphones of the command communicator suddenly came from the slightly excited voices of Riquelme and Bereta. When Lieutenant General Messi heard this, he immediately stood up and grabbed the caller. A rich murderous intent broke out from his meaningful gaze. Then he remembered his unquestionable ruthless voice in the command room:

"Shoot all the missiles out and let all the damn British guys feed the fish!"

At the same time, on the flagship of the British squadron, the "sea javelin" fired into the sky one after another. Almost all the rapid-fire guns on the ship, including the 114mm main gun, were spraying hot steel storms into the sky. However, the attack of the Argentine Air Force still did not stop, and the bombs still rose one after another of the water columns of water on the sea.

However, as an experienced commander, West could clearly feel that the offensive of the Argentine Air Force was much weaker, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. Although the attack of the Argentine Air Force was dangerous, with the good quality of the Royal Navy officers and soldiers and the excellent performance of the ships, not only did the crazy Argentines take advantage, but they also suffered a lot of losses. Of course, several ships in the squadron were injured by bombings, but fortunately, the injuries were not large and did not have much performance on combat effectiveness.

"No wonder Major General Woodward is so confident, but that's true. If he doesn't have this confidence, he is not qualified to carry the star. It seems that I have to study more!"

West looked at the already blurred San Carlos Bay and finally figured out a trace of the deep meaning of Woodward's military use, and then a gleeful and proud smile appeared on his face. However, before such a brilliant smile could stretch out the beautiful curves that should be on his face, a moment of horror formed a rather strange expression on his face.

This also became the last face left to the world by Colonel West, because in the blink of an eye, a missile of more than 800 kilograms, with a blazing flame, penetrated into the bridge where he was, and then a deafening explosion broke West and the entire "Coventry" bridge into ashes......

At the same time, there were three same anti-ship missiles. In the middle of the "Coventry", under the hangar of the "Ene-Shen" frigate, there was the tail of the "Big Sword" frigate, which exploded one after another. In just a moment, the three main battleships landed on the strike squadron became three huge fireballs!
Chapter completed!