"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
Twelve heavy torpedoes struck the Rozelle on its port side, stern, and starboard aft side.
The enormous explosion could be heard for tens of kilometers.
Flames mixed with smoke instantly turned the nearby azure sky gray-black.
In the distance, two P-3C anti-submarine aircraft that were flying around the Lelda were terrified by the sudden explosion.
The nose of the plane pulled up, piercing the gray sky and soaring straight into the clouds...
Looking down from the clouds, there were two huge plumes of black smoke and fireballs on the sea, as if the blue seawater had been burned through two large holes.
The first ship to be bombed, the Lelda, has been completely sunk.
The seawater had submerged the tallest mast, revealing only a small section of the Stars and Stripes flag.
On the water, littered with shipwrecks, surviving soldiers could be seen struggling and calling for help from time to time...
Two anti-submarine aircraft flew back and forth helplessly in the air, but were powerless to help the horrific scene at sea.
Captain Jesford of the USS Roswell was lucky, as he was not killed by the violent explosion.
He was now clinging to a lifebuoy, gazing desperately at the horrific scene around him.
About 10 meters away from him, the first mate lay on a broken iron plate, covered in blood, and looked like he was going to die.
Across the water, surviving crew members scrambled for any floating objects they could climb, resorting to ruthless killings of their former comrades in their desperate fight for survival.
As Jesford immersed himself in the icy seawater, he felt his body temperature slowly disappearing, and he couldn't help but shiver.
He looked up at the sky and saw the two P-3Cs still circling, but where was the support from the carrier strike group? It hadn't arrived yet.
"Shit! Dog shit!"
Jesford muttered a curse.
He had already cursed the captain of the USS Lincoln and his ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.
If someone were to insult him for sneezing, Captain Liam would probably have choked to death by sneezing right now.
A few more minutes passed, but the helicopter rescue team that Jesford had anticipated did not appear, and the rescue boats were nowhere to be seen.
strangeness?!!
Based on the distance, the rescue team dispatched by the aircraft carrier should have arrived long ago.
As the roar of the anti-submarine aircraft faded into the distance, Jesford suddenly realized that even two P-3Cs were rushing to leave.
What's going on?
Could it be?
Did the Lincoln abandon the rescue of both ships?
That son of a bitch Liam, isn't he afraid of being court-martialed?
Jesford's doubts and anger did not last long.
Five minutes later, a huge, dazzling white trail of flame streaked across the sky, plummeting rapidly from the clouds and plunging into the sea not far away in just a few seconds.
Almost simultaneously, a tail flame also appeared in the sky 15 kilometers to the northwest.
Two trails of flame, accompanied by a piercing whistle, plunged into the sea with a "thud," creating two water columns more than 30 meters high.
"Shit! It's an intercontinental ballistic missile."
Why are they launching intercontinental ballistic missiles?
"Could it be...?"
Two deafening roars, like earthquakes in the deep sea, came from the ocean floor.
The seawater trembled, and the sea surface within a radius of 100 kilometers seemed to be suddenly lifted up as a whole, rising more than ten meters high.
"Boom... Rumble... Rumble..."
The waves rolled and the bottom of the hull trembled.
Two beams of white light shot out from the deep sea, creating two mushroom-shaped waves nearly a hundred meters high...
Jesford felt a chill run down his spine; the shadow of death loomed over him.
"A hydrogen bomb explosion?"
"Are they crazy?!?"
His consciousness froze at that moment.
Because the powerful shockwave from the hydrogen bomb explosion instantly tore his body into dozens of pieces...
This vast area of sea, including 300 meters below the seabed, was turned into a dead zone by two hydrogen bombs with a yield of 20 megatons of TNT each.
Whether on the surface or underwater, whether human or fish and shrimp, they all turned into fragmented, inanimate objects.
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The sea area 90 kilometers away from the hydrogen bomb explosion site.
The USS Lincoln carrier strike group is rapidly withdrawing in a southeast direction.
Even dozens of kilometers away, Liam could still feel the strong aftershocks of the explosion.
Two mushroom-shaped plumes of water vapor shot straight into the sky from the distant horizon.
The giant waves caused by the underwater explosion raged across the surrounding sea surface, but by the time they reached the aircraft carrier, they had been reduced to a height of about 20 meters.
The aircraft carrier rocked violently.
Liam put down his binoculars, a sigh escaping his lips.
Fifteen minutes earlier, he received a satellite phone call directly from the White House.
President Clinton and Secretary of Defense General Daly took turns issuing him two military orders:
First, abandon the rescue of HMS Lelda and HMS Roselle, and the carrier fleet should immediately retreat.
Second, the fleet must prepare for underwater nuclear explosion protection measures!
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The two brief commands left the bewildered Liam both confused and alarmed.
In order to deal with those stealth submarines, the high command was willing to sacrifice two frigates and even resort to nuclear weapons?
Based on the power of the explosion and the height of the water column, the two items detonated were likely hydrogen bombs.
Each one is no less powerful than 20 million tons of TNT equivalent.
Liam felt a chill run down his spine.
When humans go mad, even God has to give way.
Under such a powerful nuclear explosion, the ships and crew of the Lelda and Roselle would be reduced to ashes.
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