Chapter 934: I can’t hit him, and I can’t catch up with him. What should I do?

Chapter 934: I can’t hit him, and I can’t catch up with him. What should I do?

Although Miller had built up psychological defenses many times, he was still shocked and found it unbelievable when he was actually attacked.

Does anyone really dare to launch a large-scale attack on the most powerful fleet on Earth?

At this moment, the fighting spirit in Miller's body awakened: "Dog, dog, dog... The fleet in the rear will support... Report the damage immediately! He must pay the price...

"Reporting to the headquarters, my fleet encountered a large-scale attack..."

Soldiers are still a little proud.

Miller felt that he could not lose face here no matter what.

but......

I’m always afraid of a but!

Reyes sprang into action, carrying out his commander's orders, and was informed of the damage.

"General, only two of our two formations of fighters returned. All the electronic attack aircraft and early warning aircraft we sent out were destroyed." Reyes's face was panicked, his throat was dry, and he reported the battle damage tremblingly. "Two cruisers caught fire, and we are counting whether they have lost their combat effectiveness. The destroyers... were all hit, and all the destroyers could not report back..."

This is bullshit.

The enemy launched a wave of attacks and the entire fleet was destroyed.

so horrible!

"So... so..." Miller opened his mouth when he heard about the damage, but he couldn't say the rest of the words.

He thought that with the strength of his warships, at least they would be better than the broken ones of the Allies, right?

Actually not?

Is it the same round of reimbursement?

Ticonderoga, isn't Antietam okay?

And...so many carrier-based aircraft...were also destroyed in one round?

There are only six warships on the opposite side.

Six battleships are so powerful...What the hell is this monster?

"Calling the headquarters!" Miller knew that he was in big trouble. After the call was connected, he immediately picked up the intercom and shouted, "Sir, I think we have to change the battle plan. We underestimated the strength of the Gray Wolf battleship. In the first round of contact, we suffered heavy losses. Repeat, we suffered heavy losses. One tenth of the battleships were damaged, including two cruisers...

"Wow, sir, did you hear that? Sir..."

There was no human voice in the intercom except the sound of electricity.

It was obvious that Miller's superiors and staff were shocked by the news.

Once upon a time, the dominant country in the world's oceans was Britain.

The Americans developed in a low-key manner until the end of S2 season, when the Japanese colluded with the Americans and the ocean overlord immediately changed hands.

For decades after this change, the Americans have been the boss.

The Americans have become accustomed to their fleet being invincible, and to being worshipped and frightened wherever they go.

Even when facing their only opponent, the Russians, they were not overly worried.

But this situation seems to...change!

"Update the battle report!" Miller shouted hysterically after receiving another report from Reyes, "Our damaged warships, all silence, repeat, all silence..."

Gone! One-tenth of the Seventh Fleet’s combat power is gone!

No, it should not be said to be one-tenth of the combat power, because some of the warships... are weak, far inferior to those two cruisers.

Now the only fig leaf left is the aircraft carrier, but...the killer weapon of the aircraft carrier is the carrier-based aircraft, not the aircraft carrier itself.

"Hey, sir..." Miller suggested after updating the battle report, "My department suggests changing the battle plan. The enemy's firepower is too strong..."

And then...the communication was cut off.

That's right, it's broken.

Miller was confused. Why did he hang up the phone?

Does this mean giving up on us?

Fortunately, the communication was restored not long after. Miller's superior in a distant place said in a low voice: "The army cannot lose face, the country cannot lose face. No matter how strong they are, they only have six warships. I order your fleet to fight at all costs. The joint fleet is your backing support. Your fleet needs to fight alone for 48 hours...

"Dogdog, Miller, go ahead, you can do it..."

The Americans can also give encouragement, and they are quite good at it.

Miller instantly stood up. He knew that as long as he could survive forty-eight hours, no matter what the outcome, as long as his fleet still had some survivors, he would have won personally.

This seemed to be the best outcome for him.

After the communication ended, Miller thought for a while and ordered: "Contract the formation, the entire fleet will form a team around the aircraft carrier, and then... continue to move forward and pursue..."

The fleet quickly began to adjust its formation and follow Miller's orders, then all the ships ran at full speed to pursue Zeng Wangcai.

On the street, Zeng Wangcai had already counted the results of his battle.

To be honest, he was not very satisfied with the results of the battle. He had to admit that the Americans were still quite capable.

A salvo of six 055s may seem very exciting, but there is an unavoidable problem... the supply of ammunition.

Fighting the American fleet is completely different from fighting the Japanese fleet.

Take the two American cruisers for example, their defense system actually played a significant role in defending against some of the attacks.

Zeng Wangcai re-examined it and felt that the netizens who boasted about themselves online in later generations were all wrong. Theoretically, the 10 Mach speed at the terminal of the missile could not be intercepted, but in reality... there are always cases where a blind cat catches a dead mouse, right?

Therefore, based on the situation just now, Zeng Wangcai concluded that if he really wanted to destroy the entire American fleet, it was not impossible, but it would take a long time and require a kite-flying approach, during which he would have to travel back and forth between the ships and use the convenience of space to replenish ammunition for each ship.

To put it bluntly, it’s still a question of quantity.

"Attention, all ships, retreat and execute the second plan." Zeng Wangcai calmly gave the order, "Order, no enemy ships or aircraft are allowed to enter the 800-kilometer range of our fleet...

"I will temporarily leave the command position. Lin Fusheng will take over the command."

The so-called second plan is to fly a kite and go around in circles to buy time for Zeng Wangcai to make the next arrangements.

Zeng Wangcai has left, and Jie Liuzi will leave temporarily. Zeng Wangcai is very relieved that the six 055s will not encounter any trouble after losing Jie Liuzi's battlefield support.

Even if it cannot fight, as long as it keeps its distance, with the radar capability of 055, it will have no problem shooting down enemy aircraft.

Time passed quickly, from the time the battle started at around ten o'clock, to the time Zeng Wangcai left the battlefield, to the time when the 055s dragged the Seventh Fleet around in circles. Several hours had passed, and it was almost dawn.

At this time, Miller discovered... Zeng Wangcai was such a dog that he didn't even want to have direct contact.

The situation Miller is facing now is... he can't hit the target, he can't catch up, and he is just wasting energy.

In the courtyard, the big guys who had stayed up all night were full of energy.

On the TV, Zeng Wangcai's image disappeared, and only the left side was showing the fleet fighting the enemy.

The battle just now made the bosses' blood boil, and their backs were straight.

"Communicator, take this information back and report it to Comrade Zeng Wangcai!" Liu Yong said happily.

“Ask for credit?” Yang Mingyuan smiled bitterly, “This is a huge credit, so great, how can I ask for credit…”