Great Power Technology.

Chapter 551 What Are You Going To Do?

"You didn't win."

"While we didn't achieve our goal, you didn't win either."

"Now, more than a hundred ships of various types are anchored 400 nautical miles away. They can attack you at any time, and what you have is just a small aircraft carrier formation."

"How many planes are in this formation? One hundred? Two hundred?"

"This is not enough at all. What you are facing is a coalition of dozens of countries. It is impossible for you to gain the upper hand."

Seeing Mingsen's unconvinced face, He Kangmei's expression was calm. Instead of answering Mingsen's words, he asked:
"Mr. Minson, I have a question I've been meaning to ask you."

"According to the information provided by Turkey Chicken, you are the first to propose the so-called 'hostage plan'."

"I want to know, what kind of motivation is it that made you propose such an inhumane plan against civilians? Isn't this inconsistent with the philosophy you have always upheld?"

"I heard that you once spoke out for those innocent people who died in the war. Why did you come to Huaxia and start attacking civilians directly?"

"It's different."

Mingsen picked up the teacup at hand, took a sip, and continued:

"What we want to do is a great cause. In such a cause, sacrifices are inevitable. We must achieve our goals at any cost. Otherwise, the longer we delay, the greater the loss will be."

"What's more, we didn't take any direct action against the civilians, that's all the spontaneous behavior of the local people."

"It seems that you still don't realize the crime you committed."

He Kangmei shook his head and sighed.

In fact, he didn't want to waste any time on this criminal. Anyway, there would be no suspense about the outcome of his trial.

Because of that insane hostage plan, there were more than 20 casualties among overseas Chinese, and countless property losses. Even because of the demonstration effect, many other countries also set off a wave of anti-China, and overseas economies suffered serious losses.

Such a result can be said to be caused by the man in front of him alone. If he does not take the most severe measures against him, it will not be enough to calm the anger of the Chinese people.

However, now is not the time to let him die—he has to die well, and let the whole world see the consequences of being hostile to China.

"I admit my guilt - but if you think I committed a crime against humanity, then I won't admit it."

He Kangmei frowned slightly, and then asked:

"Do you think Chinese people are not human?"

"When you block consciousness uploading technology and forcefully push the so-called Fenghuo and Tongtianhe projects regardless of the future of all mankind, you are no longer human beings."

"You can even give up your human body, we are not human, are you?"

"Consciousness is the most fundamental sign of human beings. We retain consciousness, which is the most correct path."

"Ha ha."

He Kangmei sneered and stopped arguing with Mingsen. He realized that the man opposite him could no longer be described as "crazy" or "paranoid". "That's all.

It is so bad that it can find a self-consistent excuse for its anti-human behavior, and it is so bad that it can sacrifice the lives of everyone except itself and the interest group it represents.

What's the point of persuading such a person?

I have more important things to do - that fleet of ships is still watching me, and I must give them enough deterrence to prevent them from really desperately launching an attack.
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Although his own fleet has the ability to deal with any possible impact, once such a situation occurs, losses will be inevitable, and he does not want to let this young aircraft carrier formation be damaged in his own hands.

Thinking of this, He Kangmei said:
"No matter what you say is meaningless, your actions have completely failed."

"You Westerners, don't you always believe in 'power is truth'? Haven't you been used to using your own power to define truth?"

"So today, let's force ourselves to solve the problem in your own way."

Hearing He Kangmei's words, Mingsen showed a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face. He saw a strong confidence in the other party's face, as if the other party didn't care about the coming attack of the United Fleet—or, it wasn't just It's not caring, but blatant contempt.

"Why do you think you can counter the attack of the combined formation?"

Mingsen tried his best to keep his tone stable, and asked coldly.

"No, you're wrong."

"It's not why I think we can fight the joint formation, but why do you think the joint formation can fight us."

"Mr. Minsen, do you know? It is about to enter the middle of the 21st century, and the logic of modern warfare has completely changed."

"The power of a single person, single equipment, and even a single arm has been greatly weakened, but what can really determine the outcome of a battle is the power of the system."

He Kangmei paused for a few seconds, then continued:
"I know, you probably think that our advantage is established because of one, or a few Golden Crow fighters, and as long as we destroy one Golden Crow, our advantage can be wiped out."

"But what I want to say is that this kind of thinking is really naive."

"Golden Crow, it is a symbol, a symbol of integrated sea, land and air operations, and the formation of a high-mobility, high-presence combat system."

"It is the sharpest sword edge, but what supports the sword edge is our sword bone."

"You will soon see the true power of this sword."

After finishing speaking, He Kangmei turned and left the room, and after he opened the door, he was greeted by the turbulent sea breeze.

On the sea, the flagship of the United Fleet.

The interim commander Wells nervously stared at the empty sea and sky, not daring to move his finger on the communicator, for fear of missing the best time to give the order.

In the past two hours, the entire fleet fell into a complete communication silence-this was not initiated by them, but in this area, all electromagnetic signals were strongly interfered with.

The navigation, positioning, and communication systems are completely disabled, and only the short-range long-wave beamforming communication is still available, which maintains the most basic communication of his fleet.

But even so, on his state-of-the-art destroyer, the only weapons that can continue to be used are only two close-in defense guns.

Moreover, the transmission of the fire control radar signal was also extremely unstable, and the close-in defense gun fired at the empty sky twice in a row, which forced him to adjust the weapon's operating mode to manual.

But manually means slow. If there are missiles coming at this time, he doubts whether his air defense system can stop the first wave of attack.

But fortunately, the opponent didn't seem to have any intention of attacking, and there was no trace of gunpowder in the vast sea, and all confrontation took place in silence.

He tried to contact the land command post through a dedicated communication channel, but only a busy signal was sent back. If this continues, they can only use the combat method of the era of giant cannons to break into the range of the target and pass the target. Attack the opponent according to the way of aiming.

But that kind of combat method, for them now, is tantamount to going directly to death.

Retreat has become the most rational choice at the moment.

How could a blind man fight a healthy man with a sharp weapon?

Wells sighed. At this moment, he accepted his failure.

He turned on the communicator and sent retreat orders to each ship. Since the beamforming technology can only realize point-to-point communication, his order transmission was extremely slow. It took half an hour for all ships to complete his order. feedback.

The huge fleet began to turn around on the sea surface, preparing to return to the assembly sea area, giving up the offensive deterrent action, but the moment his flagship completed the U-turn, an incredible flying object suddenly appeared above the fleet.

Huge bombers, covering the sky and reflecting the sun's rays, pierced through the air, and the accompanying six fighter jets were equipped with jamming pods. Everywhere they passed, even the beamforming communication was interfered by strong noise. .

Wells stared at this scene dumbfounded. His instinctive reaction made him immediately order the missile to aim, but the second after his order was conveyed, and the moment the destroyer's vent was opened, one of the fighter planes seemed to monitor it. Their movements, after a beautiful large-angle turn, broke away from the formation and rushed straight towards the flagship.

Immediately afterwards, its magazine opened, and a missile came out dragging its flames. In just a few tenths of a second, the missile passed the bow of the flagship at an exquisite angle, counting on the left side of the ship. It exploded [-] meters above sea level.

No one would think he missed the shot.

This is just a warning.

Wells wanted to fight back, but his radar screens were empty.

What he faced was like a ghost.

How can one fight ghosts?

How to counter an undiscoverable, unselectable target?
Wells didn't have time to analyze the strategy in detail, because soon, he saw the new movement of the flying formation.

The magazine of that giant aircraft, the Golden Crow, had been opened, and the thermobaric bombs mentioned in the information tilted down, and then exploded on the sea surface outside the fleet.

The wind was blowing back and the waves were raging. An insurmountable wall of fire was formed on the flight path of the plane.

Wells' fleet was imprisoned in the wall of fire.

The times have changed.

The thought flashed through Wells' mind.

If it is said that since the 80s, the combat methods of modern warfare were determined by the ugly country, then by now, the power of modern warfare has been completely in the hands of the Chinese.

With the launch of the Golden Crow, the military superiority of the Chinese people has been completely established, and the "surgical" strike has become history.

Instead, a comprehensive deterrence strategy.

To start a war is to destroy, this is the meaning of that Golden Crow.

On the deck, Mingsen heard the news of the United Fleet's complete ceasefire and surrender from He Kangmei. He could hardly understand why such a rapid rout occurred, but soon, new news reached his ears middle.

While the United Fleet was confronting the Huaxia aircraft carrier formation, several stealth bombers broke through the air defense networks of many European countries, wandered leisurely over the urban area for a while, and retreated calmly beyond the range of the missiles.

The officials of all European countries learned the news from Twitter.

Because of their radar, didn't see anything at all.

The short videos sent by the public are one step faster than their air defense surveillance network.

Mingsen glanced at the guards following him dejectedly, and then asked:
"Have you...developed to this level?"

Hearing his words, the guard just shook his head without answering.

But Mingsen saw what he meant.

He means, more than that.

Mingsen groaned in despair and pain. He ran to He Kangmei who was standing in the distance, and asked eagerly:
"What exactly do you want to do?"

He Kangmei shook off his hand, pointed to the distance and said:

"We don't want to do anything, we're just expressing some attitude."

"Of course, what we want to express is actually very simple."

"This world is at stake. If you are willing to cooperate well, then we will raise a flag for mankind together."

"If you don't want to, then this flag will be dyed with your blood."

(End of this chapter)