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Capítulo 1894: Chapter 811: I Lost? No—We Won!

May 12, 1997, Bay of Bengal, international waters.

The weather was clear, with extrely high visibility. The azure seawater shimred in the tropical sunlight, but inside the combat information center (CIC) of the destroyer “Kukulkan,” the atmosphere was like an ice cellar.

On the electronic tactical screen, three bright spots were clearly displayed, fanning out and approaching the xican Navy formation. Distance: 40 nautical miles. Speed: 22 knots. Identification signal: Indian Navy, “Rajput” class destroyer “Lanville,” “Godavari” class frigate “Ganga,” and “Cookri” class frigate “Kutal.”

A few minutes earlier, an Indian Navy “Sea King” helicopter had conducted a low-altitude reconnaissance over the formation, full of provocation.

The fleet commander, xican Navy Major General Carlos ndoza, stood in front of the screen, his expression calm. He took a sip of his already cold coffee and spoke into the communication channel in a steady voice, “All formations, level one combat readiness. ‘Sea Wolf’ maintain subrged, occupying a favorable attack position. Frigates ‘Hurricane’ and ‘Thunder’ advance to form an outer barrier. ‘Kukulkan’ maintain course and speed, fire control radar on standby, but do not lock on first. Let’s see what ga our Indian friends want to play today.”

“General, they sent an open communication.” The communications officer reported.

“Patch it through.”

A voice with a thick Indian accent ca from the speakers, the tone stiff and arrogant: “Unidentified fleet ahead, this is the Indian Navy Task Force. You have entered India’s claid Exclusive Economic Zone’s sensitive waters. Please imdiately state your identity and intention and change course to 090, away from the Indian coastline. I repeat, imdiately state your identity and intention and change course.”

Admiral ndoza smirked.

Exclusive Economic Zone?

Sensitive waters? This place is over 120 nautical miles from the Indian coastline; it’s a standard international route.

The Indians are dead set on picking a fight.

He picked up the microphone and replied in clear, standard English, “Indian Navy Task Force, this is the xican Navy ‘Friendly Visit’ formation. My formation is conducting routine navigation training in international waters, with course and speed in compliance with the International Mariti Law Convention. Our identity is clear, and our intention is peaceful. I suggest you maintain a safe distance to avoid misunderstandings. Over.”

The reply ca quickly, even more aggressive in tone: “xican formation, your so-called ‘friendly visit’ accompanied by unidentified underwater activities poses a threat to regional security. I order you to imdiately surface your submarine for inspection! This is the final warning!”

“Accept inspection?”

The aide beside ndoza muttered with a curse, “Are these Ah San out of their minds? Do they think they’re the Caribbean Pirates, or that we ca here in dinghies?”

ndoza waved his hand; he understood that the Indians weren’t crazy; they were engaging in a dangerous political gamble.

Driven by dostic pressure and international ambition, Indian Pri Minister Gujral urgently needed a “victory” to boost morale and recover from consecutive setbacks against xico.

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And this “show of strength” visit formation from xico beca their ideal target—if they could force a retreat or even “humiliate” the xican Navy, India could turn public opinion around and solidify its image as an “erging power.”

Plus…

They pride themselves as the world’s third player!

Unfortunately, they chose the wrong opponent and misjudged the strength.

“Respond to them,”

“xican Navy submarine activities fall within national sovereignty and do not need to be reported to other countries. I reiterate that my formation enjoys navigational freedom in international waters. Any provocations attempting to interfere with our normal navigation will be regarded as hostile acts and will bear all severe consequences. Over.”

The warning issued, the CIC fell silent, with only the low hum of equipnt operation and the tick of radar screen blips. Everyone knew that the next few minutes would determine the direction of the situation.

The Indian formation did not reply.

But on the screen, the three dots began accelerating, with a slight course adjustnt, clearly preparing for an encircling maneuver. The chimney of the “Lanville” destroyer emitted thicker black smoke, and its shipborne “Uranus” anti-ship missile launcher seed to be rotating.

“General! ‘Lanville’ fire control radar illumination! Repeat, ‘Lanville’ fire control radar has locked on to my ‘Hurricane’!” The electronic warfare officer’s voice suddenly rose.

Fire control radar lock is one of the most serious signs of warfare, aning that enemy missiles could launch at any mont.

“Damn!”

Admiral ndoza finally cursed, his eyes filled with a murderous gleam, “They don’t know what’s good for them! Attention all formations, ‘Thunder,’ ‘Hurricane,’ prepare anti-ship missiles, target Indian ‘Lanville’! ‘Kukulkan,’ ‘Hiram’ close-in weapon system online, electromagnetic decoys at the ready! ‘Sea Wolf,’ report your position!”

“‘Sea Wolf’ reporting, occupying the best attack position on the flank of ‘Ganga’ frigate, two ‘Black Tide’ heavy torpedoes preheated and ready to fire.” The submarine commander’s calm voice ca through.

“Good.” ndoza licked his slightly dry lips, the rush of adrenaline giving him a sense of excitent, “Inform the Foreign Ministry and our dia ship to start recording the entire process. Since our Indian friends want to give us an ‘Olympic preview’ performance, let us have a good ga with them!”

Fire!

If we win, there’ll be promotions and wealth!

He pressed the intercom button for the entire formation, his voice transmitted through a secure channel to every xican warship and submarine: “Lads, rember, we are here for a ‘friendly visit.’ But if the guests are disrespectful, the host has a duty to teach them manners. Listen to my order: Do not fire first, but if attacked, respond with devastating force! Aim and fire, don’t disgrace the Navy!”