The man walking closer made Mitchell feel a stronger invisible oppression.

Faced with this mysterious visitor with unknown identity, the general subconsciously raised his hand to raise his gun to stop him from approaching, but was frightened to find that his arm became a little out of control; although he tried his best to control the movement of his arm, he only made a trembling tremble. What's going on!

"Oh, it's okay to let you know."

He captured the panic and fear in the general's eyes clearly. The man tilted his head and looked at the old guy in front of him, feeling that he was in a good mood today, and he would say so much to such an ambitious lieutenant general.

"Or, you can ask Simpson, I think he should be able to give you an explanation."

…Simpson?

Mitchell widened his eyes in a little confusion, and then he remembered the meaning of the name.

——The senior general who committed suicide for no reason!

Fear instantly cut through his thoughts, like the shiny lightning in the night sky; the general's hand was really shaking uncontrollably this time, and he seemed to have understood a lot of things in an instant.

No wonder this war broke out so suddenly without warning. Simpson, who issued a series of strange orders, committed suicide bizarrely, and then these inexplicable strategic deployments. The general suddenly realized intuitively that in front of him, this mysterious man in flight suit was the person behind the scenes who controlled everything!

He tried his best to point the gun at this terrible man, but Mitchell found that this action, which was originally a mere effort, had become the most difficult thing in the world. Just as the general opened his eyes wide and the futile struggle of blue veins bursting out on his forehead, his face gradually showed an incredible look of horror. Just before him, his uncontrollable right arm had been raised, but it was twisting in the inside direction, and the black muzzle of m1911 in his hand was facing his own gaze!

"Bang-!Bang-!"

The sound insulation performance of the aircraft carrier's deck cabin can only be said to be quite average. When he heard the sudden burst of gunshots in the captain's office, the major officer who was waiting outside the door was shocked, then he looked around as if he had suddenly woken up, and then he pushed open the captain's office cabin in front of him in shock.

"Is this - what's wrong?"

At this time, when the crew members who were coming from nearby heard the sound, the guards had already walked to the office cabin door and peeked at the scene inside. Everyone was deeply surprised and stunned on the spot.

General, what's wrong with him?

"—Don't panic, boys!"

The man in a flight suit still had a cold voice.

Seeing that he had just raised his hand to hold the gun, he almost turned his gun and exploded his head. General Mitchell fell on the backrest chair. The exquisitely decorated m1911 fell on the carpet next to the chair, and there seemed to be a wisp of blue smoke floating on the muzzle.

Mitchell's will has become very distracted when he encountered the infiltration of the mysterious visitor; the extreme panic that he almost committed suicide just now, and the harsh gunshots at close range were another strong stimulation. At this time, he saw his eyes were dull and his mouth was tilted. He looked like a veteran who had been through a long battle formation. It was almost the same as the old man in Manhattan Park. And just opposite him, facing everyone's surprised and suspicious eyes, the man's words were still slow:

"The general is under too much pressure for a long time to command the battle. - you," he casually pointed at a guard who was stunned at the door, "to deal with the situation; Lieutenant General Mitchell has resigned and is no longer responsible for the command of the fleet."

……Resign?

When the war was in full swing, "resigned" from the position of aircraft carrier captain?

For professional soldiers, the term resignation is not a joke, but it is not ordinary to give up the job at the moment. It is simply a dereliction of duty and a crime. Not to mention seeing Mitchell's strange appearance now, where did the guy in front of him come from? What the hell is he doing in the captain's office? Could this person be an assassin sent by the Russians?

Just as a large number of crew members and guards were confused, the guards also held the m4a1 carbine in their hands tightly and looked at the guy in the flight suit in the office, Rear Admiral Lawrence, who had just walked over with everyone, spoke as if he had suddenly realized it. Although his consciousness activities had been invisible disturbance, he thought he was self-righteously recalling it. Perhaps Mitchell's secret action plan was exposed, and the man in the flight suit in front of him was the commissioner from Washington?

Immersed in the inexplicable thinking of self-justification, Lawrence immediately waved his hand and greeted the two guards to carry the carbine behind him, and went in to help Mitchell, who was limp and depressed, and at the same time, someone called the medical officer immediately. He sent away the crew gathered at the door and waited for a group of people. At this time, several officers on the ship who received the news also ran over. They felt a little incredible when they saw the scene in front of them, so they surrounded Major General Lawrence, who had the highest rank on the warship, with a confused look on their faces, to see how he would deal with this sudden and strange change.

"Oh, nothing; Mark should be mentally discomfort caused by overwork. - Everyone has returned to their posts, and it will not be too late to visit the general when the situation stabilizes."

Discomfort? Several people tilted their heads and saw the mysterious man who was still relaxed on the sofa in the captain's room, as if he was ignoring the scene in front of him. Although he thought this was really strange, he still accepted Major General Lawrence's order and prepared to leave. Despite this, the commander was in trouble when the battle was so fierce. This matter did not bode well.

"Oh! - Please stay!"

It turned out that the mysterious man who had been sitting on the sofa, as if no one was around, seemed to be in deep thought. At this time, he raised his hand to greet the officers inside and outside the door, and then announced to them the decision he had just thought about:

"Mitchell is not feeling well now, so the fleet's command is left to Lawrence." Turning his head to Lawrence, who looked surprised, the man's face was calm, but with a little cynical meaning:

"Now, you are responsible for the command."

He pointed at Major General Lawrence casually, and the man stood up and left the captain's office directly, without any idea that he had any inappropriate arrangements that were completely inconsistent with the naval command practice.

As he walked out of the cabin, the man who disappeared at the end of the corridor left, the officers present and the crew members passing by looked at each other: they did not know who this mysterious man of unknown origin was, nor did they know what the appointment just now meant. Judging from the semantics of Lawrence, the arrogant guy was probably the confidant sent by the president, or the special commissioner from the top military officials - but no matter what, hasty appointment of commanders is also a reckless act. Does he think that as long as he is a general, who can command this fleet can be played with it?

But... since the man has left directly, Lieutenant General Mitchell has been carried to the infirmary again. The battle group led by the "Carl Vinson" must not be without a commander for a day. After all, Major General Lawrence is also a top student at the Annapolis Naval Academy, and now he has to accept the order in the face of danger.

The fiery red sunset at dusk reflects on the vast sea surface; the decks and bridges of the huge aircraft carrier seem to be coated with a strange layer of spirit.

Shuving through the huge hull of the "Carl Vinson" and walking through the maze-like corridor, the man walked down the gangways as if no one was around, nodding indifferently to the suspicious crew who passed by from time to time. At noon, he hurried to deal with this bad thing. Now he was probably not very happy, but there was still no slight turbulence on his face with sunglasses, which was also his usual expression.

He was eating casually in the officer's restaurant in the middle and back of the hull. The man had not taken off his flight suit yet. He did not intend to stay in this floating sea castle for long. He didn't like it at all. And today's events were really critical. If he hadn't gotten the plans of this small group of ambitious people from Cia...

Hehe, that self-righteous lieutenant general!

He is a tricky old guy, and he is really brave. He dares to deploy tactical nuclear weapons to the front line without authorization. If it weren't for almost causing trouble for him, he would still be a pawn that could be used? Forget it, let him lie in the hospital for a while first. Such a guy who dares to think and do may be useful in the future.

As for that person...

Now, he needs him to live; if he can survive in air combat and prove that he is indeed that person.

The Caucasus' stalemate situation was as he had expected before, but it didn't matter now. After traveling to Karachi through the Middle East, as long as his next actions were not disturbed, how would those big-headed soldiers continue to fight here and bloody? That was just irrelevant trivial matters.

Since the plan has been laid out almost, it is time to climb high and look out.

...

Just after a thrilling scene on the aircraft carrier, the bloody setting sun finally slowly fell to the horizon, and the distant Caucasus sky also returned to its original calm. The American fleet that triggered unprecedented fierce battles evacuated directly after receiving the order of "avoid immediately". The Red Seventeen, which was lucky enough to escape from the siege, immediately returned. A tragic air war ended dramatically, although all the parties involved did not know why.

This unprecedentedly tragic day has not ended in a sense; the US Navy and Air Force's "round-up" operation ended in a crushing defeat, leaving a page that cannot be seen directly on the combat record of NATO zhongyāng Command.

Time: June 29, 1996

Location: Airspace 9591 to 9597, near southern Georgia

Battle: a little...

Weapon consumption: aim-7m forty-six, aim-54b forty-six, aim-9l forty-nine

Aviation artillery shells: 600 to 700 rounds (the last two items are damaged due to aircraft carrying combat, and cannot be accurately counted)

Results: Zero

Loss statistics: F-16c five, f-15c three, e/f-18e one

War damage statistics: two f-16c, three f-15c, one e/f-18e
Chapter completed!