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Chapter three hundred and two; torture

Malacca Southeast Asia Joint Command.

‘What’s going on? The US military was also defeated in the Bashi Channel?’ A middle-aged man with a dark temper said in shock.

'General Bando, we cannot say that the US military was defeated and both were injured. The main fleet of the Hurricane Fleet is unlikely to continue fighting now. This is also a good thing for us. The news sent by the US military is only a small fleet composed of a new warship and a Taiwan fleet is coming towards Malacca. We should now care about this fleet, not the battle in the Bashi Channel.'

The dark man's face looked a little unpleasant. Why couldn't he hear the other party's sarcastic words? He couldn't help but sneer, "Li Yihu, then tell me how to deal with the Hurricane Fleet."

Li Yihu was very disdainful of this person. It was obvious that Singapore was better than Indonesia in all aspects, but the commander of the joint command asked this person to serve. Is it because this person is the younger brother of Indonesian leader Su Shiluo? But he is also from the Li family in Singapore. I really don’t understand why his cousin Li Xianlong didn’t compete for the throne of the coalition commander.

‘Hmph, it seems unnecessary to talk about this now, right? Since we lost the whereabouts of this fleet three hours ago, I think the first priority now is to pull them out. Now that we have lost our target, how can we fight?’

‘Well, General Li’s words make sense, but as the color is already dark today, it is a bit difficult to find the enemy.’

Li Yihu tapped the table with his finger and said, "Ah General Du, this time the joint fleet, Thailand is the main force, do you have any good suggestions for this."

Thai general Du shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Without the goal, no suggestions will work, but there is one thing that is, the purpose of their trip is Malacca. We only need to place the defense line in Malacca, and they will inevitably be afraid of it."

The dark man looked a little ugly. This joint force consists of Malaysia, Singapore, Thailand and Indonesia. Although he is the commander-in-chief of the Southeast Asian Joint Force this time, no representative of these forces has ever missed him. The commander of the joint force is just like a decoration.

Li Yihu thought for a while, and felt that the other party was right, and nodded, "Ah, General Du said right, waiting for the rabbit is actually a good way." Then he turned to look at the nominal commander of the joint force beside him and asked with a smile, "What does General Dilu think?"

The dark man glared at him fiercely and said in a suffocational voice, "Then follow your method."

At this time, Lin Dong had already joined the Taiwan fleet and arranged an electronic information interference system on the Natuna Islands, temporarily avoiding the investigations of various countries. After a long rest, Lin Dong took advantage of the night to lead the fleet to the east coast of Malaysia.

March 16, 2014 at 8:30 pm.

When the Southeast Asian Combined Fleet was looking for the figures of Lin Dong and others, he had already led the fleet to the gate of their coalition, but it was just a back door.

‘We have only less than four hours to build an army. After you succeed in the raid of the coalition command, you will immediately seize the Soldo Fort of Malacca. I will lead the fleet to officially attack the Malacca coalition blockade. All operations must be completed before dawn, otherwise your situation will be dangerous the next day.’

After Ling Jianjun put on his night vision equipment, he returned to a standard military salute; "Don't worry, commander-in-chief, ensure that the task is completed."

After the large landing ship approached the coast, a large number of tank and armored vehicles slowly drove out, and six armed helicopters as pioneers also drove away from the landing ship.

At this time, the commander of the Taiwan fleet and Navy Colonel Zhang Li came to Lin Dong and saluted him; "Mr. Lin, please give me instructions for our army's mission next."

As a Taiwanese soldier, Zhang Liben's feelings for Lin Dong are very complicated, admiring and a little scared. Although Lin Dong has a considerable prestige in the eyes of the people, as a Taiwanese soldier, Zhang Liben knows that they are actually opposite to the Hurricane Industry. Nowadays, cooperation is just helpless. He is worried that after this cooperation, they will become enemies in an instant. After several battles, he is well aware of the capabilities of the Hurricane Industry. Although the Hurricane Industry Army has only one strengthening brigade, they are equipped with the most advanced weapons and equipment in the world. More importantly, the Hurricane Industry has an intelligence reconnaissance system and command system that is not weaker than the US military. This is just like Lin Dong dares to send only one thousand people to land. This is not Lin Dong's crazy, but full of confidence.

Lin Dong looked at the Taiwanese naval colonel beside him, patted the other party on the shoulder, and smiled, "Let's relax, we are not afraid of the US military, let alone the weak brigade in Southeast Asia. Your mission is also very simple. Take on the air defense and anti-submarine mission of the main ship. There is no need to care about the coalition fleet. They will be settled by submarines. After breaking through the defense line, they do not need to go deep into the Strait of Malacca. Your mission after breaking through is to use missiles to destroy the fortifications along the coast of Piai Kok, Sumatra. The three countries of Malacca are not the United States. If you shoot one shot, you will be honest. They dare not fight to the death and don't have the confidence to fight us."

Zhang Liben breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were not allowed to land on the battlefield and be cannon fodder, he was really worried that Lin Dong would ask their Navy to act as amphibious forces because of insufficient strength in his hands.

‘Okay, Captain Zhang, order the sailing. The submarine force should have arrived in Malacca at this time. It’s time for us to go and see a good show.’

Zhang Liben was shocked and immediately picked up the radio and shouted at the fleet, "Set up, target, Malacca."

March 16, 2014 at 12 a.m.

The atmosphere inside the Malacca Joint Command was not very tense, and the representatives from all sides also returned to their rooms to rest. Although the front-line joint fleet did not return to the port at this time, the soldiers on the fleet had already relaxed their vigilance at this time.

Entering the first level of Malacca, the Badas Islands, on the command ship of the Southeast Asian Joint Fleet, a middle-aged soldier with the rank of major general looked extremely solemn.

‘Commander, it shouldn’t be so late, so special circumstances shouldn’t happen? Should you go and rest first? Night combat will have adverse factors for both the enemy and the enemy. I think the Hurricane Fleet won’t attack at this time.’

Major General Lu Ding'an, the front commander of the Southeast Asian Combined Fleet, looked at the navigation chart in front of him and shook his head. "Night combat does have adverse factors for us, but for them, the benefits outweigh the disadvantages. Night fighters cannot operate normally. The Narubert aircraft carrier is originally functioning behind, and carrier-based aircraft is even more ineffective. If I were the commander of the other side, I would definitely choose to raid at night, so that the aircraft carrier will become a decoration. Without the interference of air force, the pressure they face will be greatly reduced."

‘General, if this is as you said, our current location is not very dangerous? It’s better to get close to Singapore so that the Air Force will not have to cross-sea support.’

When Lu Ding'an mentioned this, he was so angry that he couldn't help but slap the table and said, "I'm not the group of money in the command center, what will they do except for fighting for power and profit? I was rejected three times when I applied for a return flight. I really don't know what they were thinking all day long, and I can't even analyze the most basic combat factors. It's really a bunch of money."

‘Commander, you are the frontline commander, you can do your own thing. As long as you are in the defense zone, why should you listen to them?’

The subordinates are indeed right, but some things are not that simple. Singapore is the world of the Li family, and he is not a confidant of the Li family. If he had not seen that he was the only general in Singapore who had contacted war, the Li family would never send him to command the coalition fleet. If he had not received Li Yihu's orders, he would have acted without authorization and would have been dismissed as soon as possible. Li Yihu is a man who is willing to face, likes to take power, and is extremely conceited. He, the front-line commander, has become a decoration. If he does not follow Li Yihu's orders, God knows what this person will do to him.

Lu Ding'an was very irritable at this time. What if the enemy really attacked at this time? Then wouldn't they be finished?

What if it is, what if it is him.

‘Order the fleet to return.’

boom··

As soon as Lu Ding'an's order was released, the command ship suddenly shook, and a loud bang instantly broke the dark and quiet night sky.

Lu Ding'an was shocked, 'What's going on? What's going on? Go and have a look.'

Boom boom boom boom...

‘No, commander, the enemy came sharply, four warships were hit.’

In addition to one aircraft carrier, the Southeast Asian Combined Fleet also has eight destroyers, but they are basically in the 2,000-4,000-ton class. The remaining 12 small frigates are quite large in number, but the strength is not easy to say, but four warships were lost in the sudden attack, and the strike was absolutely heavy.

‘Hurry, hurry up, order all ships to fight back.’

‘The commander is a submarine, a submarine, a submarine force of the hurricane industry.’

Lu Ding'an was stunned. Their anti-submarine technology was really not very good, not to mention that it was the submarine of Hurricane Industry. According to legend, Hurricane Industry's submarine even surpassed the US submarine.

When Lu Ding'an hurried to the command tower, fires burst into sight, instantly dyed the dark night red.

‘What is that?’ Lu Ding'an's pupils shrank, and he saw a few flashing lights approaching them in the northeast direction. There is no need to guess at this time. It is impossible for civilian ships to travel in groups. There is only one possibility, that is, the arrival of the Hurricane fleet.

‘Order all ships and prepare for the battle.’

Boombo...

‘Torpedo, so many torpedoes.’

Lu Ding'an shouted in a hurry, "Where is the anti-submarine aircraft? Where is the anti-submarine aircraft? All are dispatched to me."

boom··

‘Commander, be careful.’

‘Ah, the commander's bilge is leaking.’

‘We are torpedoed.’

Lu Ding'an was completely desperate. How could this be a war? They just saw the enemy's figure, and they lost most of the losses, and they didn't even pay back their hands.

‘Oh, the gap, this is the gap in strength, we have no room for fight back.’
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