Now, the entire India carrier battle group is on the brink of destruction, with the escort ships and destroyers bearing knives either sinking or in the process of sinking, already incapable of protecting the Vikrant-class aircraft carrier located within the core circle.
Exposed in front of powerful anti-ship missiles, the carrier's own feeble defensive capabilities are completely laid bare at this moment.
The Vikrant-class aircraft carrier is still struggling, but despite the efforts of the 4 Otto 76mm ship guns and 3 AK-630 six-barreled 30mm machine guns, the massive size of the Vikrant makes it seem helpless in defending against the anti-ship missiles shooting like sharp swords.
A white Swordfish anti-ship missile traced a graceful arc, slipping through the dense interception barrage above the Vikrant-class aircraft carrier.
The Swordfish anti-ship missile headed downward from the deck of the carrier, piercing the enclosed smokestack, smashing through the sailors' quarters, and finally, with a bang, lodged in the tail of the carrier.
The warhead blinked with a red light, and after a brief delay of several seconds, exploded with a boom.
The 900-kilogram warhead of the Swordfish anti-ship missile displayed terrifying power, the explosion directly bursting through the bottom of the carrier, creating a massive gap at the base, allowing the sea to rush in furiously.
Even more terrifying is, this explosion also caused damage to the carrier's propeller.
The speed of the carrier visibly declined, dropping rapidly from over twenty knots to a snail's pace of five to six knots.
Having lost its maneuverability, the Vikrant's last bit of escape hope also completely reached zero.
At 8:03, a Flying Fish Anti-ship Missile exploded in the aircraft hangar of the carrier, the shockwave destroying the spare aircraft parts kept here, also igniting the aviation fuel stored in the hangar, with raging fire spreading through the hangar.
The custodians who tried to approach saw the ever-rolling tongues of fire and turned around in fright to run.
In just three minutes, the Vikrant-class aircraft carrier was hit by five anti-ship missiles in succession.
This 43,000-ton medium-sized carrier was bombed to a gruesome state, with roaring flames and thick smoke everywhere.
However, the carrier's own buoyancy remains, with a large number of watertight compartments, the Vikrant is 260 meters long, 60 meters wide, with a height equivalent to a 14-story building, and these five anti-ship missiles have not yet sunk it.
But the massive explosion has already destroyed most of the defensive weapons on the Vikrant-class aircraft carrier, now the Vikrant is like a stripped naked woman, at the mercy of the Jieke Group.
"Commander, retreat, retreat quickly, we have lost this naval battle, please preserve yourself to fight another day!"
In the bridge command room, several naval commanders were dragging the wailing Kumar, forcibly pulling him out.
These officers were of high caste in India, and they didn't have the resolve or courage to go down with the ship.
"You, you bastards, ruined me, ruined me! My lifetime's reputation."
Kumar cursed loudly, making a symbolic struggle, his face showing a reluctant expression, allowing himself to be dragged out of the bridge command tower.
Upon reaching outside, seeing the tragic state of the carrier, with severed limbs of corpses everywhere and the deck dyed red with blood.
An anti-ship missile exploded on the deck, consuming many naval soldiers fighting for lifeboats with flames of the explosion.
The shockwave flung the battered naval soldiers into the sea, leaving a twenty-meter gap on the deck, the deck steel curling outward like a trumpet flower.
A segment of a severed arm was blown off by the shockwave, and landed at Kumar's feet, the charred severed limb, coupled with the cold wind laced with a thick bloody smell at nostril, made him shiver uncontrollably, with a chill spreading all over his body.
"Retreat, let's retreat quickly."
Kumar shouted, breaking free from the support of a few officers, running ahead to untie the lifeboat ropes.
The officers were momentarily stunned, exchanged glances, and hurriedly followed.
"Commander, wait for me."
"I haven't boarded yet!"
"Outcast, how dare you try to board, get lost, if you want to survive find your own way."
"Row fast, row fast, it's dangerous near the carrier, let's get away from here first."
A group of senior naval officers scrambled onto the lifeboat, a few people occupied a lifeboat and desperately rowed away from the doomed Vikrant-class aircraft carrier, shouting and driving away other naval soldiers who wanted to board.
"There are so many spots on the boat, why won't you let us on."
"We're all going to die, and you still act high and mighty, completely ignoring us."
"Ignore them, board the boat, I don't want to be blown up."
The naval soldiers saw this scene, their eyes burning with anger, in the face of death, they also stopped caring about the difference in status, forcibly all rushed onto the lifeboat.
A senior officer pulled out a pistol and fired at the crowd bang bang.
In the cries of agony, several soldiers fell down.
This act not only didn't frighten the naval soldiers but instead further incited their wrath.
Many India naval soldiers shouted, taking advantage of the officer running out of bullets in the magazine, angrily rushing onto the lifeboat, punching, and kicking the senior officer who just shot, then throwing him into the sea to drown.
The other senior officers did not escape either, also becoming punching bags for these naval soldiers, crazily beaten.
They are not just hitting senior officers, because the space on the lifeboat is limited, soon the naval soldiers also started infighting, fighting fiercely over the limited space, even shooting, with the scene turning bloody.
In this chaos, Kumar, the fleet commander, found no one cared about his status anymore.