Working as a police officer in Mexico

The Chief Officer shook his head hesitantly, "Can't be sure, but the caliber is huge, over 400 millimeters!"

"400?!"

The captain sharply turned his head, thinking the officer was joking, but the Chief Officer nodded with conviction.

"Order the aircraft carrier to retreat 50 nautical miles away, turn and proceed at full speed."

Major General James Anderson made a decisive goodbye, not feeling ashamed at all, "Order the destroyers and missile ships to strike back at Saint Lucas Point, order the fighter jets to take off!"

"Yes!"

Though the British Navy was frantic, it was after all a Regular Army, capable of responsive action. When the cannons fired, the protective ships alongside the aircraft carrier group began to raise their gun barrels.

As the orders were issued,

the remaining 3 destroyers and two frigates fired together, Harpoon missiles whooshing into the sky with piercing screams, heading toward the distant.

Harrier fighters also took off from the spot, suitable for small aircraft carriers.

Second-and-a-half generation fighter jets...

"Missiles!"

"Release the flares!"

Erich Albert Redel frowned as he watched the flickering lights on the radar.

"Close-range missile vehicles, begin locking on and launch interceptors!"

The Sea Defense Group was equipped with "Oak" MIM-72 surface-to-air missiles and close-range M163 Gatling anti-aircraft gun vehicles to counter threats from the sea.

Those MK7 model 406 millimeter main guns had three triple-mountings, to speak cheekily, as long as they weren't destroyed, no ship could approach within 40 nautical miles!

This thing required over 70 people to operate, even the most ordinary MK8 type superheavy shells weighed 1224 kilograms, one of the main weapons systems of the Iowa-class battlecruiser.

This cannon was named MK7 model 406 millimeter 50-caliber naval gun, the barrel alone being 21 meters long, 108 tons in weight, real badass!

In the Gulf War, the Iowa-class old workhorses supported offshore for the last time and once annihilated an entire Iraqi artillery company with a single shot!

It was tailored specifically for the armor of Japan's "Yamato-class" 410 millimeter, and even though it didn't claim the Yamato's head in battle, after Japan's surrender, the U.S. Military fired an MK7 from two kilometers away at the armor in front of the main turret of the Shinano, the third ship of the Yamato-class... (See Easter egg).

With such things at Saint Lucas Point, there was no need to worry at all.

But as modern warfare developed, destroyers and frigates' missiles could hit you from afar, so the Sea Defense Group also had specialized mid-to-short range air defenses.

As the order from Group Commander Erich Albert Redel was given, the flares soared, and the sky was filled with chaos.

Many "stupid" missiles were directly lured and exploded right there.

Those who got closer were intercepted by MIM-72 air-defense missiles, flying towards the Harrier fighters in the sky.

The whole sky was filled with the smell of gunpowder!

"Bang bang bang~!"

The MK7 model 406-millimeter "coastal guns" kept loading, furiously bombarding the British fleet, of course, some fell into the sea, blowing up with a splash, many small fishes were sent flying.

Steaming with hot smoke, the head of a shark appeared, its lower half gone, its teeth vanished, looking... pitiable.

After all, who doesn't know that the sharks of the Pacific are raised by Emperor Wo Long?

This place is his backyard!

"S***!"

Major General James Anderson swore, thankfully the Chief Officer was there to support him, or he might have fallen.

"Where is Frodriguez?"

"200 nautical miles away from us."

"F***, what's he running off there for? Dammit!"

James Anderson had planned to call for another aircraft carrier group for support; upon hearing it was 200 nautical miles away, he realized that by the time they arrived, it would be too late.

He picked up his binoculars to glance at the coastline, pounded it in anger, and was about to order a rescue when he heard the radar's urgent alarm blaring.

He looked over sharply.

He was now somewhat afraid of that sound.

"What's going on!" demanded Major General James Anderson, turning to his side.

"Aircraft, lots of… aircraft!"

Before the radar operator could finish, the Chief Officer was already tremblingly pointing outside.

The people inside the bridge raised their heads and saw dozens of aircraft flying in from a distance.

Whoosh~

Far away, dozens of missiles flew towards the aircraft carrier.

Major General James Anderson's pupils contracted as he bellowed, "Turn the rudder!!"

In the big city of La Paz in Lower Baja California State,

in a school, dozens of students were having a physical education class, playing soccer.

"Look at the sky!" a little girl suddenly pointed and shouted, and everyone including the PE teacher stopped and looked up...

"Wow, so many planes!"

"My brother is a pilot!" a very short boy shouted proudly while holding a soccer ball.

"Really? Lawrence!"

"Of course, he even got me a plane model. I'll be a pilot when I grow up, no! An aircraft carrier fighter pilot!" the little boy declared with his head held high.

"So awesome."

The kids all looked at him with admiration.

Though they didn't know what an aircraft carrier plane was, being a pilot was impressive!

Manfred von Richthofen watched the intercepting Harrier fighters and pressed the communication button.

Ssssss~

"Team A, take out the British birds, the rest follow the plan and bomb the aircraft carrier."

"Roger!"

6 F14s + 3 F-15E "Attack Hawks" broke away from the formation, flying towards the 6 Harrier fighters.

"Tally (visual on the enemy)!"

"Starfish" F14 pilot Lieutenant Antoine Marshalle charged towards the British plane, pressed the machine gun fire button, the enemy performed a roll, dodging the bullets.