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The fleet had established contact with the army, and the troop carriers had begun to prepare. Suddenly, a warning light on the radar monitor on the main ship flashed red.

The Malay soldier in charge of the radar looked at the flashing warning light and was stunned for three seconds. This was... a warning light locked by the fire control radar?

probably?

It wasn't that he wasn't familiar with the basic operation of the ship, but the sudden change caught him off guard after repeatedly confirming that it was safe.

He blinked his eyes again to confirm, and a cold air rose from the soles of his feet and rushed towards the top door. He shivered and woke up instantly, "Missiles, missiles!"

A shrill roar sounded in the command room, frightening everyone to look sideways.

"You're crazy!" the captain yelled.

"There's a missile coming!" the soldier shouted, pointing at the flashing warning light.

His voice just now was so shrill that no one could hear what it was, and no one noticed the flashing red light. Now when he looked in the direction of his finger, his head was buzzing.

The command room suddenly exploded like a pot of cold water poured into a boiling oil pan!

Everyone is in a hurry!

After all, drills are different from actual combat, and emergencies have occurred even during drills.

"Interception, interception missile!"

"No missile detected on radar."

"This is all fucking locked and you haven't found the missile yet!"

"Hurry up, do you want to fucking die!"

The commander grabbed the intercom and switched channels: "The enemy is attacking, there are missiles, turn on the radar at full power to search!"

Only then did he remember that he was just a frigate. The radar on the ship was relatively poor and required the joint efforts of other ships.

As soon as the news came out, the entire fleet exploded.

Didn't we agree to reach an agreement with the umbrella company?

Didn't we agree that we could evacuate safely?

How come we are directly attacked by missiles without even saying hello?

Could it be that there was a mistake?

Random thoughts flashed across the faces of the fleet soldiers whose faces were full of panic.

One minute later, the missile was finally detected by radar...

But what the hell, now the distance is only over one kilometer.

For frigates like Malay, talking about intercepting missiles is actually more of a comfort to the mind.

The dense inducing bombs were fired, and the rest was left to fate.

The tonnage of this kind of frigate is too small. If the American harpoon is concentrated on the sides, it will most likely send them to God in one shot.

This moment really lasted like a year. Some of the people on the boat knelt down to pray, some hugged their heads and cried, some had dull eyes, some yelled...all kinds of beings.

A loud "bang" sound sounded on the battleship.

The imaginary explosion and body being torn apart, and then the flashback of life in my head did not appear.

It took more than ten seconds for everyone to confirm that everything was alright. At this time, someone went to the deck and took a look. A missile over 3 meters had hit a missile launcher and had deformed and shattered.

Dud?

Blank ammunition?

Seeing that nothing was wrong, the captain immediately sent out the damage control officer to check the specific situation, and soon a report came back, "Report, there is no warhead installed in the missile. The missile hit the deck of our ship at an angle of 45°, then slid and hit the launcher.

Shattered."

"No warhead?" The captain frowned. Was this a warning shot?

Otherwise, the enemy could not have forgotten to install the warhead!

He didn't need to wonder for long when the adjutant informed him that a message was coming.

"I'm Sean, looking for your fleet commander."

"This is the Malay Navy's Eastern Fleet, and I am the fleet commander..."

"Okay, I really don't want to know who you are or what your name is." Sean interrupted, "You just need to tell me whether you have the right to control the fleet."

The commander of the Malay fleet choked back after saying something, and his face looked a little ugly.

This is in broadcast mode, and everyone in the command room can hear it clearly.

The adjutant's mouth twitched, and he quickly ran over to adjust the mode, and took a headset over.

"Also, I would like to add that I don't think you are a fleet. In my eyes, you are just a fleet at most." Sean's voice came from the headset.

The commander of the Malay fleet took a deep breath and exhaled it for a long time. This is the smell!

This kind of unceremonious ridicule is something that no one else can learn from. There is no need to verify his identity. He is undoubtedly the Sean mentioned in the legend.

After all, he is a man who dares to break into the Malay Royal Palace if he is unhappy.

"I have full control of the fleet." The Malay commander thought for a moment and then added, "Dear Mr. Sean, may I ask what you have ordered."

This is not cowardice, it has nothing to do with warning shots, this is called moderate scrutiny!

As an officer, if you don't understand moderation on the battlefield, how can you survive?

"Hahaha, I like your attitude. It's very good and has a bright future." Sean laughed, which was quite interesting.

"It seems that you understand your situation very well. Yes, you have been surrounded. You were discovered not long after you came out of Labuan Island."

The commander of the Malay fleet had veins pulsing on his head and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

The hair on his head stood up when he thought about someone with malicious intentions following him for two days, and he still had no idea who he was.

"I don't know who gave you the courage to launch this kind of broken fishing boat. As for your broken fishing boat, there was no radar scan from time to time for two days. I can only say that you must be in the military.

You have offended someone, and someone wants to send you to death!" Sean's tone was full of ridicule and ridicule: "If this fleet hadn't still been of some value, you would have been buried at sea long ago."

Listening to these words, the fleet commander didn't know how to reply.

Theoretically, radar warning devices were invented a long time ago. The principle is that when electromagnetic waves are irradiated onto a metal surface, the metal surface will excite electromagnetic waves and form an electric current. At this time, if a radar is placed on the metal surface, it will be sensitive to such electromagnetic waves.

The equipment will automatically alarm once such electromagnetic waves appear on the metal surface. This is radar alarm technology.

However, on the actual battlefield, there may be a lot of electromagnetic clutter, some of which are harmful and some of which are harmless. More advanced warning systems will screen some electromagnetic signals through characteristics such as transmission power and bandwidth, and some may

Alerts are issued only for threatening electromagnetic waves.

There are also more advanced ones that not only warn of threatening electromagnetic waves, but can also track and locate the source of the signal.

Going a step further, it is a component of electronic warfare that can not only provide warnings, but can also emit interference signals through other electronic countermeasure components to disable the opponent's radar, or even destroy the opponent's radar through anti-radiation missiles.

But obviously, these latter technologies can only be possessed by Americans, while Malays cannot even realize a basic function that can sense the US military radar...

The technical generation difference between the two parties is that there is no generation difference!

Malay warships are outsourced, as is radar technology. A country that has only been founded for more than 20 years and has not completely broken away from the feudal colonial system. Most of them are still illiterate. What a shitty scientific research power!

In the absence of scientific research strength, is it too early to talk about generational differences?

"Okay, let's not talk nonsense. Now, immediately, get off my boat." Sean suddenly said again.

Many question marks appeared on the Malay commander's head.

Wait, did I hear it wrong or did you say it wrong? What does getting off your boat mean?

"Sean, dear sir, what do you mean? I don't understand?"

"What don't you understand? Now that you have surrendered, considering that these ships still have some value, I am going to sell these trophies to the Brook Kingdom. So, you are lucky. In order to protect the ships from being damaged, you hold on to yourselves.

little life."

"How are you? Are you happy?"

"No, wait." The Malay Fleet Commander immediately became anxious, "When will we surrender?"

"You think carefully before you speak!" Sean's tone suddenly became colder. "If you don't surrender, then you are still in a state of war. There is no such thing as killing prisoners in a state of war. If you kill them all, no one can find fault.

."

"Hiss!!" The commander of the Malay fleet took a breath of cold air.

Sean's words were very calm, but when he calmly said the words "kill them all", it made people's hairs explode.

The calmer you are, the more it means that the other person takes it for granted and can do such a thing.

"Your lives are not worth mentioning in my eyes, and I don't think killing you all will put any pressure on me. Your value is reflected in the fleet."

"I'll give you half an hour to think about it. If I don't receive a call from you to surrender in half an hour, then you can prepare to meet your God!" After that, Sean hung up the phone.

"The Devil Bird Squadron is ready to move out!" Sean picked up the phone next to him and called Craigie, "Show them how powerful they are."

After the first day of fighting, Sean returned to Kuching. The conditions in the command room were not good, and Sean would not treat him badly.

"Obviously, our previous restraint was seen as soft-heartedness by them." Sean hung up the phone and looked up at King Charles, Ahmad Zaidi and others, "Instead of accepting my offer to surrender immediately, he even

Question it!”

"This is simply unreasonable!"

"I must kill a chicken and let these monkeys take a good look. Only in this way can they know how kind I was just now."

"The Malays don't know how to praise themselves. Show them how powerful you are."

"Mr. Sean is right."

"Me too..." Several people took a look and wiped the sweat from their heads, and immediately started to praise him.

They knew that the Devil Bird Squadron had long been prepared for bombing. The weight of the aerial bombs delivered were all over 350 pounds. If one dropped, it would create a death zone with a radius of 50 meters.

I don’t know how many people will die in this wave of bombings!

Killing chickens scares monkeys, and scaring monkeys scares people. They are here not only to assume the role of the 'person' being scared, but also to talk about the issue of arms procurement.

When Brooke establishes an independent country, of course he has to purchase arms. Not only will he purchase them, but the scale will not be small!

After all, it has been agreed a long time ago that after dealing with the Malays, Sean will also take over Natuna Island. The Indonesians next door will definitely be in trouble by then. This time there is no sea separating the two sides.

The line is very long!

This war with the Malay Ace is also a practical exhibition of equipment. Sean is not prepared to transport so much equipment that has been shipped. The shipping fee is too high!

The rest of this meeting will be sold to the Brook Kingdom, including these devil birds and the aerial bombs.

Of course, radars that are too advanced will be dismantled and replaced. This is the rule.

The bombing was about to start over there. Sean found that these guys were already absent-minded in their conversation. He smiled and didn't mind, "Let's go to the front line. We can only see with our own eyes the combat effectiveness of the Devil Bird and the power of these aerial bombs."

Only then will you know what value for money means!”

Everyone nodded immediately, they really wanted to see it.

…

It was said that the bombing had been prepared for a long time, but in fact the planes were not dispatched that fast.

Flying is a high-risk activity, and you must be cautious, manual inspection, startup, machine inspection, etc. Even if you are about to perform an emergency mission, some necessary steps cannot be ignored.

Especially when it comes to mounting bombs.

This thing is not usually mounted on the plane when it is parked!

Therefore, Sean was indeed very merciful. If the Malay commander was wise enough, he could still avoid army casualties.

However, many times, things are not based on personal will.

It was already twenty minutes later when Sean took Charles and the others onto the helicopter and arrived at the frontline headquarters, but the Malays on the other side were still quarreling.

The Malay commander had his own fleet surrounded by an umbrella fleet. He had just found missiles to warn and fire, and could not find the location of the enemy ships at all. Sean personally persuaded him to surrender and reported it.

It's just that Sean wanted all the battleships as trophies and was going to resell them. He chose to hide it, and he would be punished for his own sake.

The explosive bad news immediately caused quarrels among people from the Kuala Lumpur headquarters, the Labuan military base, the Malay Army headquarters, and the frontline army's ace unit.

Of course, the government and the Minna base firmly disagree, and their attitude is even more resolute. If the fleet falls into the hands of a man like Sean who can urinate when he catches a toad, it may cost a lot to come back.

Besides, from a national perspective, even if you want to surrender, at least you have to fire a few shots. Do you want the national image to be good? How will neighboring countries view it in the future?

The people on the army side and the front line naturally supported the immediate surrender. They had already fired their guns, completed the tasks that the Malay soldiers should complete, and suffered huge losses. The senior officers were mentally frightened and needed to be recuperated.

Arguing is very time-consuming...

Time passed unknowingly, and just as Sean and others arrived at the front line in a helicopter, the Devil Bird Squadron also arrived shortly after, six minutes before half an hour.

Sean took into account the vague concept of time among the natives of Southeast Asia and absolutely followed the locals, so he almost started bombing.

At an order, the sound of a propeller plane swooping appeared in the sky above the Malay army.

"Whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh"...

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(PS: On the third day after being positive, I felt fine when I was lying in bed. However, as soon as I got up and started typing, I found that my physical strength was exhausted very quickly. After a while, I started to have severe back pain, as if my energy had been sucked away.

My throat hurts so much that it’s hard to swallow food...)