The boss of a foreign organization called the police, claiming that he was defrauded by me

That’s right, the waves are hundreds of meters high and surging.

Even the tallest buildings in the world seem vulnerable in front of it.

"boom--!!!"

In the panic, another accident happened.

A warship collided with another warship.

The distance between warships cannot exceed ten meters, otherwise repulsion will be generated.

The consequences of a collision between two warships while moving at high speed were devastating.

The power of the collision of hundreds of tons of behemoths can be imagined.

Both ships were badly damaged, the former's bow and the latter's stern split open.

"Crackling!" It was accompanied by the sound of a short circuit.

"idiot!"

“You can even run into this!”

"what should we do!"

"Sir, requesting support!"

The two fighter jets that were originally planned to dock on the warship were stunned.

What should they do?
The warship was damaged, which meant that there were two fewer warships available to dock.

It's not that Otoza didn't hear their request, but he was already busy with his own affairs and had no time to deal with the situation.

"You can figure it out yourself!"

"Go to the nearest warship!"

“There must be a vacant spot!”

Having said this, he cut off contact with the two fighters.

Because he knew in his heart that whether he could survive was a question.

There was also a problem on Otoza's side. The person in charge of the fighter jets that were supposed to dock on his warship made a fatal mistake.

When connecting with the warship, the relevant system was not turned on!

It's like returning home and realizing you forgot your keys, and you can only look at the door but can't get in. This is the current embarrassing situation.

The fighter jet should slow down when landing at the connection point of the warship and turn on the connection system for automatic buffering.

But the person in charge was so flustered that he forgot this.

He thought he had turned on the system, but he hadn't.

The fighter jet's base collided with the upper part of the warship, and both were damaged.

"warn!"

“50% energy loss!”

"Evacuation recommended!"

"Not enough energy!"

Something worse happened.

The collision caused damage to the energy tank of the warship where Otoza was located, resulting in the direct loss of some energy.

It is equivalent to losing half of the combat power.

"You idiot!"

"Do you want me to teach you how to fly a fighter jet?"

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Get out of here!"

Otoza was furious. He couldn't believe that someone could make such a stupid mistake.

He started swearing and completely lost his usual image.

"sorry!"

"Sir, I'm so nervous!"

"The situation just now was critical!"

The person in charge hurriedly explained and opened the connection system in a panic.

Fortunately, they were successfully connected in the end, but both sides lost some energy.

If a fight ensues, all sorts of problems may arise.

These are unpredictable. Similar situations are endless and are not isolated cases.

The shadow of death hangs over everyone and they can't keep calm.

It would be better if they were fighting the enemy, but now they are facing a natural disaster.

In the face of the power of nature, everyone seems insignificant and powerless.

They instinctively feel fear, and once they lose their reason and calm, all kinds of problems can easily arise.

For a while, warships collided with warships, fighters collided with fighters, and fighters collided with warships. The whole process lasted only a few minutes.

After the first wave of super tornadoes passed, Otoza began to take stock of the situation.

"All fighters and warships begin counting!"

"Count the casualties!"

“And all kinds of losses!”

Everyone took a breath and checked on each other. This was just the beginning.

"Report sir."

"Six fighter planes were destroyed!"

"Three warships were destroyed!"

"Other fighter jets and warships also suffered varying degrees of damage."

“Adjustments need to be made immediately.”

Soon, the responsible persons made their assessments.

This data is not optimistic, meaning that they had lost fighter jets and warships before they even started the attack.

Each fighter jet and warship is worth hundreds of millions of dollars. This is not a small amount of money! In this operation, India almost brought out all its fighter jets and warships for the sake of face.

They are already burdened with a huge national debt and simply cannot afford the consumption!
After hearing this data, Otoza's eyes went dark and he almost fainted.

"how so!"

“Such a heavy loss!”

"Especially now there's nothing to gain!"

"How am I supposed to report this to the Prime Minister?"

Otoza was in great distress, his eyes filled with helplessness, anger, resentment, unwillingness and grief.

Although the first wave of tornadoes was terrifying, it only lasted for a few minutes.

It soon died down, the wind died down, and the waves became gentle, gently lapping against the fighter.

It was in stark contrast to the violence just now.

But Otoza did not feel relieved at all, and the people on the warships and fighters were also in an extremely heavy mood. Just now, they lost six fighters and three warships.

The war hasn't even started yet, what the hell is this!
"My good brother is still up there!"

"This is his first mission!"

"I promised to bring him back safely."

"As a result, now everything is over!"

One man knelt down and cried bitterly. He couldn't face his brother's family and didn't know what to say.

He was not the only one who felt this way; the people on the lost warships and fighter jets felt the same way.

They are all good brothers who have gone through hardships and shared joys and sorrows. They have spent countless hours of training, dining, resting and entertainment together, and have long forged deep friendships with each other.

Most people were immersed in memories, crying silently, especially the strong men, who cried particularly sadly, with snot and tears mixed together, the scene was heartbreaking. For a moment, the atmosphere became extremely heavy.

"Wow--!" The crying sounds came one after another.

"Don't cry anymore. I can't hold back my tears anymore!" someone consoled.

"Can you please stop crying? I'm getting upset!" another person complained.

"Aren't you crying too? Can you stop being so hypocritical!" someone retorted.

Everyone disliked each other's tearful faces, but in reality, no one was much better. Otoza rarely did not scold them for their noise, because he was also hurting inside.

In just one battle, he lost nearly billions of dollars. After returning, he would probably be severely reprimanded, and there would be no hope of promotion. He would be lucky not to be punished.

"It's all over!" someone said in despair.

"If we give up now, we will really have nothing." another person continued.

"There will be no good days if we go back. Those Conservative Party guys will definitely hold on to this loss." Someone else said worriedly.

"So, we must achieve results now!" Otoza was secretly determined in his heart that he must not retreat.

However, the soldiers who had lost their comrades were unwilling to fight any further.

The bad start, coupled with the inclement weather and unfortunate circumstances, made them feel that continuing to move forward would only bring more bad luck, as if they were haunted by misfortune.

"Sir, most of the fighter jets and warships are currently damaged to varying degrees. What's worse is that the core module is running low on energy, and we may not be able to continue moving forward for long. Why don't we retreat temporarily!" Someone mustered up the courage to propose to Otoza.

But Otoza didn't care what the soldiers thought. He was more heartbroken by the loss of fighter planes and warships.

He attributed the losses largely to confusion and mistakes on the part of the soldiers.

"No retreat!" Otoza said firmly, "As soldiers of the Indian country, there is no choice but to die in battle! Do you think you can retreat now? Are you worthy of the national emblem you wear?"

He sternly questioned the soldiers, why there was such a huge loss, was the tornado really that powerful?

It is more their mistakes that have led to the current tragic situation.

He accused the soldiers of incompetence and asked them to continue fighting with heartache.

Otoza turned up the volume of the communicator to the maximum. His voice echoed inside every fighter and warship. No one could ignore it.

He even turned on the loop playback function and kept it going for more than ten minutes until the soldiers' ears could no longer bear it.

"I'm sorry, sir. We were wrong!" Someone apologized quickly. "We were just too sad and said nonsense for a moment! Please forgive us!"

Otoza's words were still very effective. After he yelled, no one on the warship dared to mention retreat anymore.

Everyone had to keep their tail between their legs, fearing that they would be kicked out by their superiors.

"The commander is right!" Someone began to echo, "We can't go on like this. This operation is imperative and we can't give up halfway! We are soldiers defending our country. We can't give up easily!"

Everyone changed their previous decadent appearance and shouted slogans with boiling blood, their voices louder than each other.

They wanted to prove their determination and courage to Otoza.

Especially the soldiers on the same warship with Otoza, they tried their best to wash away the image of cowards in the eyes of their superiors. They served tea and water to Otoza, massaged his shoulders and back, and kept circling around him.

Although the people on other warships and fighter jets could not see the images, they could imagine how servile these people were just by hearing the sounds.

They gritted their teeth and cursed these people in their hearts for being despicable and shameless, but it was of no use.

Otoza enjoyed this treatment and his expression relaxed a little.

The warship has been standing steadily on the water, and this moment seems particularly peaceful.

He drank the tea and felt very comfortable. This was the feeling he wanted.

"Don't waste any time!" Otoza ordered, "Everyone listen! Check all damaged warships and fighters and repair them immediately! Especially the fighter crews, you must take the lead! Reflect on why you lost so much!"

The soldiers responded to Otoza's orders with great enthusiasm and began to work busily on the repair work.

However, on a certain fighter plane, the lieutenant general's trusted disciple Ajie was tied up and sat in his seat, his mouth was blocked and he could not speak.

He tried to make a sound, but only came out with some inarticulate whimpers.

The person in charge looked at him helplessly and said, "Ajie, I didn't do this on purpose. It's all for your own good. Now everything is up to the commander. Don't say anything else! I can't save you no matter what happens next!"

Ajie shook his head desperately to indicate that he would not talk nonsense again, and the person in charge let him go upon seeing this.

After gaining his freedom, Ajie immediately rushed to the person in charge and said excitedly: "Sir, is this all over? I really can't forgive you! You just heard it, that person still belittled us at this time! A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated! How can I swallow this! I want to fight him!"

The person in charge sighed helplessly. He had endured it for a long time.

He knew that Ajie's personality was very similar to that of the Lieutenant General, both of them were ignorant and foolish.

But he was just an ordinary soldier, how dare he offend his superiors?

"Bang!" The person in charge couldn't help but swing his right fist without controlling the strength. Ajie was knocked to the ground without any preparation. "Sir!" He choked with sobs, his eyes widened like a puppy, and he looked misty and obviously felt very aggrieved.

He didn't understand why the lieutenant general's best friend didn't stand up at this time, but instead flattered Otoza like those people.

The person in charge could tell what Ajie was thinking. He was so angry that he almost laughed. This rookie really didn't know his place!
"Do you think I should stand up?" the person in charge asked sternly, "Disobeying the superior at this time will only lead to death! Do you want everyone to die with you? Going back alive is the greatest hope! If you really have the ability, then go back and think of a way to avenge the lieutenant general! Instead of going crazy aimlessly now!"

After the person in charge said these words, he felt that he had said everything that needed to be said and had done his duty.

If Ajie still insisted on dying, then he would not stop him.

"Sir, isn't this a bit..."

"Let me try to persuade him!"

"He is still young after all. He has been under the protection of the Lieutenant General for a long time, so it is inevitable that he is a little immature."

Some people began to worry about Ajie.

Ajie is the youngest member of this fighter plane. Since joining, he has been following closely, like a little brother who needs to be taken care of. At this moment, he is lying weakly on the control panel, which makes people feel pity.

"No need!"

"Let him be!"

"If he really wants to die, we can't stop him!"

"Stop talking and do what you should do!"

"The most important thing now is to repair the fighter plane."

The person in charge signaled everyone not to be distracted.

"Attention everyone!"

"Half an hour at most!"

"The fault must be fixed within this time!"

Otoza's order came again, but time was running out and they had no time to spare.

"You don't have to do anything right now."

"Just stay here and think about it!"

"When you figure it out, come back to the team." (End of this chapter)