"What?! Where did this torpedo come from?!"

Emerson was startled; his hand trembled, and the pipe slipped from his grasp and fell to the deck with a thud.

"Quickly, launch the decoy flares, turn and accelerate, evade at full speed!!!"

"Order anti-submarine aircraft to take off! All fighter jets to take off!"

"Drip-drip-drip~"

The alarms on the ship became more urgent.

On the aircraft carrier deck, crew members were running around.

Upon receiving the order, the two P-3C anti-submarine aircraft swiftly took off from the deck via ski-jump ramp.

More Super Hornets and A-6 attack aircraft took off one after another.

Anti-submarine ships, frigates, and destroyers surrounding the aircraft carrier all changed course and rushed toward the area where the torpedoes were launched.

1.3 nautical miles is equivalent to 2.4 kilometers.

The enemy submarines have infiltrated the carrier strike group and are firing at point-blank range!

The question is, how did this submarine manage to evade the dense sonar detection array and suddenly appear here?

Could it be the underwater ghost that sank the USS Miami nuclear submarine in the waters off Hidden Island last year?

If it really is that, then we're in big trouble!

Wasn't it on a hidden island? How did it travel thousands of kilometers to get here?

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At a close range of 2.4 kilometers, six torpedoes could hit the Nimitz in just 80 seconds.

Aircraft carriers are enormous, making it difficult to effectively evade them in such a short time.

It can be said that if the torpedo interception fails, the USS Miami will inevitably be damaged.

"Six torpedoes, 0.7 nautical miles away, will impact in 33 seconds!"

The sonar operator's tense voice rang out again:

"Report! The frigates HMS Harvis and HMS Ayraud have each launched eight interceptor torpedoes at a speed of 100 knots. They are expected to hit their targets in 25 seconds!"

"Reporting to the General, the anti-submarine aircraft has advanced one nautical mile and is preparing to deploy active sonar..."

"Three A-6 attack aircraft have arrived at the target area and are dropping depth charges!"

Information was rapidly being compiled.

Emerson braced his hands on the observation deck, his eyes filled with intense tension.

If the USS Nimitz were torpedoed today, even if it weren't sunk, General Emerson would be forever branded with shame in American history.

His first mate, Rhett Butler, standing beside him, had his fists clenched, and he was in no better mood.

Unexpectedly, Lin Dong, whom he mentioned, did not come, but another nightmare of the US Navy, the underwater ghost, did!

The reports from sonar and communications soldiers continued to ring out in a tense atmosphere.

At this moment, Emerson and Rhett Butler were only concerned with whether the six deadly torpedoes had been stopped.

"Torpedo distance: 0.2 nautical miles; impact in 8 seconds!"

"Eight interceptor torpedoes detonated, four torpedo attack signals disappeared, two remain!"

"The second batch of interceptor torpedoes detonated, and the torpedo attack signals... have all disappeared!"

200 meters away, more than a dozen muffled explosions came from the seabed, a white wave rose up and then quickly dissipated, leaving only some turbid foam.

First Mate White breathed a sigh of relief and loosened his clenched fist, only to find that his fingernails had scratched a small part of his right palm.

A slight pain came over him, bringing him back to his senses.

"General, I think we need to leave this area as soon as possible, otherwise..."

Emerson shook his head: "It's no use. We can't escape unless we sink this underwater ghost."

"General..."

Rhett Butler was about to continue his persuasion.

The sonar operator's shouts interrupted him.

"Six torpedoes detected, heading northwest, depth 60 meters, distance 1.2 nautical miles, impact in 75 seconds!!"

"What?!" Emerson nearly lost his footing. "There are more?"

"Isn't the underwater ghost located in the southeastern sea area?"

"Could it be? There's another one?!"

Emerson was completely at a loss.

At this point, of the three frigates and two destroyers, only one remained to guard the west and north.

The rest of the forces had already been diverted by the first torpedo attack.

They had less than 70 seconds to react!

"Quickly! Continue launching anti-submarine aircraft and A-6s!"

"Fire the Watsworth with interceptor torpedoes, now!!!"

Before Emerson could speak, First Officer Rhett Butler issued two orders.

In a critical moment, every second counts!

The order was quickly relayed.

The aircraft carrier deck was busier than ever, with the constant wailing of alarms making everyone's heart race.

After receiving the interception order, the USS Wadsworth completed the torpedo launch in just 3 seconds.

Of the eight interceptor torpedoes, there is a high probability that only three to four attack torpedoes will detonate.

What remains is another round of interception and salvo.

Seven seconds later, a second batch of interceptor torpedoes was launched.

Sixteen flying fish-like figures, at a 45-degree angle, crashed into six attacking torpedoes one after another.

"Torpedo distance: 0.3 nautical miles; impact in 12 seconds!"

"The first batch of interceptor torpedoes has been detonated. Three torpedo attack signals have disappeared, leaving three remaining!"

"Torpedo distance: 0.15 nautical miles; impact in 6 seconds!"

"The second batch of interceptor torpedoes has all detonated. Torpedo attack signal... Oh no!"

The sonar operator suddenly raised his voice:

"Reporting to the General, bearing northeast, depth 50, distance 0.8 nautical miles, six more torpedoes detected!"

"Too close to take any action... General!"

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