The moment c801 hit the "Sports God", an extremely violent explosion occurred. The entire aircraft carrier seemed to have suffered a powerful earthquake, and the entire ship was shaken by shaking. At the same time, the blazing flames quickly spread at the junction of the transmission compartment and the hangar at the rear of the hull, and a large amount of water began to seep into the bottom of the hull. A large black hole that was eaten by a monster suddenly appeared at the back of the hull, and thick black smoke continued to rise from it...

"The fire is still spreading, firefighting team, where are the firefighting teams..."

"We are unable to stop the water from cabins 11 and 12..."

"The damage is too great. Our team of damage management is not enough and we need support urgently..."

"The No. 1 transmission shaft is damaged, and the power system can only maintain 40%, and it is still declining..."

"It is impossible to release carrier-based aircraft against the wind. As an aircraft carrier, the 'Sports God' has lost his due ability..."

The "Sports God" hit was like a haunted honeycomb, and suddenly became a mess, and the haze of failure enveloped the entire ship. One by one, the bad news increased this kind of failure. No one knew how many planes Argentina sent; no one knew how many anti-ship missiles they had; no one knew how many missiles would hit the targeted huge aircraft carrier in the next moment, and thus buried in the cold South Atlantic......

"Why start a war..."

"I've had enough of this meaningless expedition..."

"God, please forgive my sins and let me go home quickly..."

"I don't want to die..."

"Mom, I'm going home...Woooo..."

The British soldiers on the ship complained, cursed, prayed, and howled. What's more, in order to save their precious lives and avoid the tragic end of sinking with the ship, the moment the ship was hit, they jumped from the high deck into the cold ocean. It can be said that while the c801 anti-ship missile hit the "Sports God" with layers of protection, it also completely destroyed the pride and confidence in the hearts of British officers and soldiers, leaving them completely dead in their fighting spirit and their morale......

"Give up your courage, young man, remember that you are the heroic and glorious Royal Navy!"

"What are you crying? What can I cry? You are not a baby, but a man who stands tall and upright!"

"There is nothing to complain about. If Nelson complained when he was in Trafalgar, he would not have the glory of the British Empire in the future. Hold on, our ship has not sunk yet!"

Major General Woodward, the commander of the task force, walked along the way, and I don’t know how many words he said to boost morale, his face looked brave and determined, just like a veteran on the battlefield who had experienced storms and was no longer surprised to be hit by the flagship. His words were both light and powerful.

But what the officers and soldiers on the "Sports God" didn't know was that under the resolute and steady appearance, the beating heart of the task force commander had already jumped up and down. In fact, when he received the missile attack, he didn't believe it at all. He thought that the soldiers at the observation post used the Argentine aircraft that was penetrating at a low altitude as a missile.

You should know that the basis for launching this combat operation is to conclude that Argentina no longer has the ability to launch anti-ship missile attacks, otherwise he would not have risked the risk of losing all his assets and came to fight head-on. But what he did not expect was that Argentina not only launched a missile attack, but also launched two at once.

Not only that, he also broke through layers of protection and hit the fleet's core "Sports God" in one fell swoop. This shocked Woodward, and realized that all the information he had obtained was fake, and it was very likely a trap set by the Argentines, which made the British task force pay an unbearable price and even buried it here.

The Argent army positions on Mount Harret on Horse Island are still as solid as rocks, and the elusive Argentine Air Force is becoming more and more brave as the battle is fought. In addition, it has not lost its anti-ship missile attack capability. Major General Woodward dared not imagine what the situation will become if it develops, just as Chief of Staff George said:

"The current Horse Island is a powerful magnet, which firmly absorbs the entire fleet and attracts all Argentina's attacks, thus causing the entire fleet to fall into an abyss that cannot be extricated..."

"So, we can't continue like this! We can't destroy the entire fleet here, at least we have to bring the children home alive!"

This is the decision made by Major General Woodward after the "Sports God" was hit, but it is not easy to bring the fleet out of the dangerous area. Not only did the "Sports God" be severely damaged, the morale of the British army was also hit unprecedentedly. The ship was injured and could be repaired. However, if the hearts of people are really blown away, it would be difficult to repair them.

Because of this, when he received the reaction from the British officers and soldiers on the "Sports God", Woodward handed the retreat plan to Chief of Staff George, and he personally visited the aircraft carrier's damage and emergency repair site to motivate the officers and soldiers and boost morale. He would bring the injured warship back no matter what. So he walked all the way to cheer the soldiers along the way. When he arrived at the damaged area at the back of the hull, he was already dry-mouthed, but he still did not stop encouraging words:

"Don't be upset, Sergeant!" Woodward patted a sergeant sailor on the shoulder: "This light anti-ship missile is like a mosquito bite to our large warship of more than 25,000 tons. It mustered up the courage......"

"You are right, sir, a missile may be bitten by a mosquito, but it needs two, three, or even ten, is it still a mosquito bite?" The young sergeant looked at Woodward with questioning and horror. As soon as he finished speaking, another soldier quickly took the conversation:

"General, you just said that Nelson's persistence will make the British Empire glorious for a hundred years. What about us? Can we persist in making the British Empire regain glory?"

"Yes, sir, what if the Argentinians launch a raid now?"

"General, I don't want to die here..."

In a blink of an eye, the frustrated officers and soldiers threw various problems at Woodward, making the damaged area suddenly noisy as if it were a vegetable market. After a while, Woodward calmed the officers and soldiers, then pointed to the damaged area in front and said in a deep voice:

"I don't know if the Argentines will raid, but I know that staying here again is definitely dangerous. There is only one life to survive, that is, let the 'Athletic God' be activated again. Gentlemen, muster up your courage and seize our time. I believe that the miracle of Dunkirk will be reappeared!"

Faced with soldiers with extremely low morale, Woodward could only use his most instinctive desire to survive. Fortunately, Dunkirk, a famous retreat in World War II, was well-known among the British army, so these words quickly resonated among the British officers and soldiers. Seeing this, Woodward did not delay and quickly struck while the iron was hot. He quickly organized several damage management teams and firefighting teams to extinguish the remaining fires, isolate the cabins, and repair the damage.

Fortunately, the training of the Royal Navy officers and soldiers of the British Royal Navy was still in place. After organizing it, the damage work was done extremely efficiently. In addition, the other transmission system was not damaged, so in less than half an hour, the "Sports God" once again had 12 knots of power.

But before Major General Woodward was glad to restore his motivation to the "God of Competition", a piece of news destroyed all the remaining will on his body like a bolt from the blue, and then issued the final order to the staff who came to report:

"Quick~~ Notify the entire fleet, turn immediately, and retreat for a hundred nautical miles, quickly!"

After saying this order, Major General Woodward collapsed in his seat as if he had been drained from his soul. He seemed to have become more than ten years old at this moment, and he no longer had the momentum of the past. His thin lips kept trembling, making a series of terrifying sounds:

"We can't continue like this... we can't continue like this... we can't continue like this..."

Just when Major General Woodward issued the order to retreat in fear, the destroyer "Exeter" who was responsible for the western realm of the fleet was already shrouded in a raging fire. It was raided by two A-4c attack aircraft of the Argentine Air Force ten minutes ago.

Two thousand-pound bombs blown the bridge and hangar into a pile of scrap iron. Although it did not destroy the sea like the Sheffield, as a warship, the Exeter lost all its combat power. This also became the evidence that the Argentine Air Force is about to launch a new round of attacks, and became the last straw that crushed the confidence of the task force, which made the already low morale even more depressed. In desperation, he had to choose to retreat here...

Three hours later, in the British Embassy in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Drake held the phone receiver with a dull face, and the veins on his forehead burst out:

"This is unfair. Lord Ateskin, although his contact with China is not ideal, it is also very effective. How......"

"Don't tell me anything that is effective. Remember, we need a win-win situation, do you understand?"

"I don't understand, sir, what happened..."

"Nothing is clear. In order not to damage our warships anymore, please put away your pitiful self-esteem, Mr. Drake!"

"But......"
Chapter completed!