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their combined air wings. We’ll fly our attack planes just a few meters over the wave tops. Our planes will come in under their radar coverage, we’ll surprise them again and take out their last two carriers before they can launch at us.”
“Aye, sir. The orders have been issued to the flight leaders. They know to remain no more than four meters over the ocean.”
“Good, in ten minutes we will turn into the wind and launch.”
Two minutes later the first rounds from Missouri arrive. The initial six GPS guided rounds crash through the Liaoning’s flight deck exploding inside the pride of the Chinese fleet. The ship shakes and shudders from the six explosions. Dense dark smoke pours up out of the six holes on the flight deck. The flames inside the ship find one of the fuel tanks holding the planes fuel. The tank explodes ripping a huge hole in the side of the ship, the explosion spreads the fire through 80% of the ship. The Liaoning starts listing from the weight of the water pouring in. Planes that were on the deck slide into the ocean, additional explosions rock the interior of the Liaoning. Some of the Chinese planes that were waiting to launch are burning wrecks, their bombs cook-off from the heat, blowing additional holes through the deck. The Chinese damage crew isn’t as experienced as the US Navy’s teams. The fire spreads inside the Liaoning as the next six rounds from the Missouri arrive breaking the carrier into three pieces. The bow quickly slides under the waves, the stern follows within twenty minutes, leaving only the burning midsection. With the ship’s officers all dead, no one is available to give the abandon ship order. Even without the order, the crew starts jumping off the burning hull, trying to get as far away from it as possible. They don’t want to be dragged under when she goes down. Forty minutes after the first six rounds struck the Liaoning, she is no more, the Chinese lost over 3000 men, plus their only operational aircraft carrier and thirty-five modern jets. They lost their first line of air defense with the loss of their fighters. The US Navy’s attack planes are already in the air with a bone in their teeth. They want revenge for the attack on their carriers. The Missouri fires a full broadside of nine rounds aimed at the Chinese air defense ships. The massive rounds break apart each ship they strike. In the Chinese confusion wondering where the massive rounds that are tearing their fleet apart came from, the US Harpoon anti-ship missiles launched F/A18 fighters from the carrier arrive adding their destruction to the Chinese fleet. The Harpoons are slow, traveling at only 550 mph, they carry a 488-pound warhead which devastates Chinese destroyers. The F/A18s come in behind the Harpoons with smart bombs. As the US fighters are bombing the Chinese, the Missouri fires the last of her sabot rounds. Her commanding officer, Captain Jefferson orders, “Weaps, fire our Tomahawks.”
“Aye, sir.”
“Engineering, Captain, I want every ounce of speed you can squeeze out of the engines. I want to get into range ASAP to fire our normal 16-inch rounds.”
“Captain, I think I can get the old girl up to 34 knots.”
“Scotty, more power, get us into the fight before the air-dales sink all of the Chinese ships.”
“Aye, sir, I’ll get us there.”
The American carriers and their escorts held back while the Missouri led six destroyers towards the Chinese fleet. Captain Jefferson smiles thinking to himself, we’re three times their displacement and I’m still pulling ahead of the tin cans. They should never have retired the battleships.
As the US fleet draws close to the remaining Chinese fleet, they are surprised by a swarm of Mach three Chinese anti-ship missiles coming over the horizon towards the American fleet.
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I walk to our room holding Bianca in my arms, I’m tickling and nuzzling her neck, she’s laughing
“Aye, sir. The orders have been issued to the flight leaders. They know to remain no more than four meters over the ocean.”
“Good, in ten minutes we will turn into the wind and launch.”
Two minutes later the first rounds from Missouri arrive. The initial six GPS guided rounds crash through the Liaoning’s flight deck exploding inside the pride of the Chinese fleet. The ship shakes and shudders from the six explosions. Dense dark smoke pours up out of the six holes on the flight deck. The flames inside the ship find one of the fuel tanks holding the planes fuel. The tank explodes ripping a huge hole in the side of the ship, the explosion spreads the fire through 80% of the ship. The Liaoning starts listing from the weight of the water pouring in. Planes that were on the deck slide into the ocean, additional explosions rock the interior of the Liaoning. Some of the Chinese planes that were waiting to launch are burning wrecks, their bombs cook-off from the heat, blowing additional holes through the deck. The Chinese damage crew isn’t as experienced as the US Navy’s teams. The fire spreads inside the Liaoning as the next six rounds from the Missouri arrive breaking the carrier into three pieces. The bow quickly slides under the waves, the stern follows within twenty minutes, leaving only the burning midsection. With the ship’s officers all dead, no one is available to give the abandon ship order. Even without the order, the crew starts jumping off the burning hull, trying to get as far away from it as possible. They don’t want to be dragged under when she goes down. Forty minutes after the first six rounds struck the Liaoning, she is no more, the Chinese lost over 3000 men, plus their only operational aircraft carrier and thirty-five modern jets. They lost their first line of air defense with the loss of their fighters. The US Navy’s attack planes are already in the air with a bone in their teeth. They want revenge for the attack on their carriers. The Missouri fires a full broadside of nine rounds aimed at the Chinese air defense ships. The massive rounds break apart each ship they strike. In the Chinese confusion wondering where the massive rounds that are tearing their fleet apart came from, the US Harpoon anti-ship missiles launched F/A18 fighters from the carrier arrive adding their destruction to the Chinese fleet. The Harpoons are slow, traveling at only 550 mph, they carry a 488-pound warhead which devastates Chinese destroyers. The F/A18s come in behind the Harpoons with smart bombs. As the US fighters are bombing the Chinese, the Missouri fires the last of her sabot rounds. Her commanding officer, Captain Jefferson orders, “Weaps, fire our Tomahawks.”
“Aye, sir.”
“Engineering, Captain, I want every ounce of speed you can squeeze out of the engines. I want to get into range ASAP to fire our normal 16-inch rounds.”
“Captain, I think I can get the old girl up to 34 knots.”
“Scotty, more power, get us into the fight before the air-dales sink all of the Chinese ships.”
“Aye, sir, I’ll get us there.”
The American carriers and their escorts held back while the Missouri led six destroyers towards the Chinese fleet. Captain Jefferson smiles thinking to himself, we’re three times their displacement and I’m still pulling ahead of the tin cans. They should never have retired the battleships.
As the US fleet draws close to the remaining Chinese fleet, they are surprised by a swarm of Mach three Chinese anti-ship missiles coming over the horizon towards the American fleet.
@@@@@
I walk to our room holding Bianca in my arms, I’m tickling and nuzzling her neck, she’s laughing
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