Destroying an aircraft carrier is actually pretty simple.
Integrated air, space, and sea combat!
First, take out the aircraft carrier; once the fighter jets can't take off or land, it's like chopping off a leg, and then aren't the rest just sitting ducks?
New California Airport.
The Northern Army brought out all its heavy assets!
Aside from the P-51 fighter planes, everything else was transferred here, including 17 B-24 bombers, 12 F-14s, 6 F-15E "Attack Hawks," one F-111 fighter-bomber, and six British Vickers "Warrior" bombers!
There were also two EA-18G electronic warfare aircraft responsible for jamming radar.
In total, 48 various aircraft along with 20 P-51 fighters, 21 Warthogs, and 1 SR-71 spy plane, this is all the airborne firepower of the Northern Army!
Looks decent, even respectable on an international military scale, considering that even by 2020, out of over 200 countries and regions globally, 110 don't have tanks, 149 don't have fighter jets, 211 don't have aircraft carriers, and only 41 can afford to maintain submarines.
This implies that just possessing tanks can overpower more than half the world's troops on land, and having an aircraft carrier surpasses 94% of the navies.
Never mind the weapons; there are still more than 30 countries without any military forces of their own.
In other words, Mexico could easily rank in the top twenty, but after all, the world belongs to the Five Permanent members.
Wanting to move from NPC to GM, what's missing is a "XX."
If it weren't for Victor "using the United States for coercion," this place would have been bombed to bits already.
Erich Ludendorff, the deputy commander who had come from Tijuana to offer his condolences, stood on the platform holding a Tequila, looked down at the warriors below, raised his hand, and said, "Gentlemen, cheers!"
Having said that, he downed it in one gulp!
Colonel Manfred von Richthofen, commander of the 3rd Air Squadron personally led the team, and after finishing his drink, smashed the glass and climbed into his fighter jet, sitting in the cockpit, he saluted the hoisted Mexican flag at the airport!
"Ground crew evacuate."
"Prepare for take-off."
With nine runways extended at the airport, Colonel Manfred von Richthofen watched the ground control, waved his hand, floored the throttle, and the F-111 fighter-bomber took off!
The aircraft formation headed towards the Pacific Ocean!
This bombing mission was codenamed "Autumn Journey"!
Meanwhile, on the British Navy's ship, "Invincible" aircraft carrier.
Major General James Anderson, the commander, was enjoying a dance in the ballroom with several female sailors, pipe clenched in his teeth. At 43, he had ample combat experience, having served on an aircraft carrier during the Falkland Islands War when he was the chief officer.
It is a tradition for the British Navy to have holidays.
However, on a mission, they couldn't relax as they would ashore; they went wild during their last stop in Brazil, with virtually every local prostitute having entertained British soldiers.
The military discipline in the old capitalist countries isn't very good.
Too many naval personnel involved in dealings with prostitutes.
It wasn't long before there was a scandal of a group of female sailors on a destroyer getting pregnant, unable to do anything; Great Britain had to send helicopters to take them to give birth, the worst part was, the female sailors didn't even know who the fathers of their children were.
You say is it wild enough?
At that time, they had agreed with Spain to show off their might in the Mexican Sea Domain, but after Spanish vessels were bombed off Suriname, at that time…
Major General James Anderson was genuinely scared. When he stopped in Brazil, he thought he was next, frantically fled to sea, and immediately canceled holidays; as time passed, the sailors and he, the captain of "Invincible," couldn't take it anymore and gradually returned to their libertine ways.
But to be so relaxed just a few kilometers outside Mexican territorial waters, perhaps he thought as long as he didn't fire the first shot, the Northern Army wouldn't do anything to him.
Is the ocean your home?
James Anderson stopped dancing, breathing a bit hard, an amused smile on his face as he flirted with the blonde female sailor, running his fingers through her hair, whispering by her ear, "Lisa, you're rushing your steps."
"General, you're the best dancer I've ever seen."
This made Major General James quite pleased. He whispered in her ear in a lower voice, "Would you like to experience what a real man is like tonight?"
The blonde sailor smiled and didn't reject.
It wasn't her first time anyway.
What hasn't she seen?
What depths hasn't she explored?
She even subtly placed her hand near Major General James Anderson's crotch…
Suddenly, her face stiffened.
Feeling the warmth transmitted from her hand, she looked at her superior.
His face flushed, "I'm not ready yet."
Right, he hadn't taken medication…
The blonde's face displayed a forced smile, but internally she cursed.
At that moment, the ship suddenly shook, a slight tremor running through the hull.
Major General James Anderson hadn't yet figured out what was happening when the urgent alarm abruptly went off, short and forceful.
"All hands to battle stations!"
His expression changed. There was no time to change his pants; he was rushing toward the bridge, encountering many sailors racing down the corridors.
By the time he reached the bridge four minutes later, he saw a nearby warship ablaze.
His chief officer hurriedly spoke:
"General, Northern Army shore batteries are firing at us; the side destroyer is damaged, supply ship's deck is bombed, one escort ship is sinking!"
Major General James Anderson's pupils sharpened, picking up the binoculars, "What firepower? That fierce?!"
One shot could flip a warship?