Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1895: 811: I Lost? No—We Won! (Part 2)

Capítulo 1895: Chapter 811: I Lost? No—We Won! (Part 2)

“Yes!” A restrained yet excited response ca from the channel.

Almost simultaneously with ndoza’s order, aboard India’s “Lanville,” Captain Amit Sharma’s forehead was drenched with cold sweat.

He received a direct order from New Delhi’s Navy Headquarters, with stern wording: “You must force the xicans to yield or retreat. Warning shots can be fired if necessary, but full-scale conflict must be avoided!” — A typical bureaucratic nonsense order: provoke, but avoid responsibility.

Sharma watched the radar screen showing the steady and frightening trajectory of three xican warships, and the sonar screen with a hauntingly elusive Ghost submarine signal, his heart pounding.

He had participated in several joint exercises but had never truly faced the pressure of real combat, especially against the reputedly North Arica-equipped xican Navy.

“Captain! The xicans show no signs of turning or slowing down! The ‘Ganga’ reports sonar contact lost! Suspected xican submarine is maneuvering!” The deputy’s voice was filled with panic.

“Warning shots… Yes, warning shots!” Sharma grasped onto this lifeline, “Main gun! Aim 500 ters ahead of the xican lead ship… Fire!”

On the foredeck of “Lanville,” the 76mm Otto lara naval gun slowly rotated, targeting the sea ahead of “Kukulkan.”

Boom! Boom!

Two cannon shots tore through the sky, falling about four hundred ters ahead of “Kukulkan,” raising two low water columns.

Inside the CIC, Major General ndoza watched the marked impact points on the screen and laughed, filled with contempt: “Is that it? Warning shots? Damn, it’s like setting off fireworks for kids.” He glanced at his tense deputy staring at him, “Record: At 10:47 local ti, India’s ‘Lanville’ destroyer fired live rounds without reason in international waters ahead of my lead ship, constituting a severe provocation and war threat.”

He paused, tone decisive: “Since they fired first, don’t bla us for being impolite. ‘Sea Wolf,’ disarm the safeties, target ‘Ganga,’ fire a ‘Black Tide;’ I want its propeller! ‘Thunder,’ ‘Hurricane,’ lock anti-ship missiles on ‘Lanville,’ Await my order!”

“‘Sea Wolf’ understands, torpedo firing!”

In distant underwater invisibility, the ‘Sea Wolf’ submarine’s torpedo tubes opened, releasing a sleek, black ‘Black Tide’ heavyweight wire-guided torpedo silently, guided by its smart seeker. It darted towards the unprepared “Ganga” frigate at over 50 knots like a deadly shark.

The “Ganga’s” sonar operator helplessly picked up the signal only as the torpedo entered its final sprint stage, the shrill alarm echoing throughout the ship: “Torpedo! Starboard! Approaching fast! Distance 2000 yards!!”

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Too late.

The ‘Black Tide’ torpedo sharply surged upward at the last mont, striking precisely at the rear starboard hull’s propeller and steering gear of ‘Ganga.’

BOOM——!!!

A dull yet imnse explosion resonated from below, thrusting the sea upwards which then ruptured, as a mixed column of white water, black oil, and tal debris shot skyward! “Ganga,” like a beast struck by a giant hamr, violently shook and spun erratically at the spot, smoke and steam pouring from the damaged stern, its power systems completely disabled, the rudder jamd, and seawater flooding in.

“Ganga hit! Ganga hit! Power lost, rudder jamd, heavy flooding! Requesting rescue!!” The desperate call for help erupted in the Indian fleet’s communication channel.

“What?!!” Captain Sharma was dumbfounded, not expecting such a swift and ferocious xican response resulting in the imdiate crippling of his frigate! “How… how dare they?!”

Before he could issue the next command, an even more deadly strike followed swiftly.

“Alert! Alert! Missiles inbound! Bearing 030, Distance 25 kiloters, Speed 0.9 Mach, two in number! They’re anti-ship missiles!!” The radar officer aboard “Lanville” shrieked, as two rapidly approaching dots tore through the air, homing in on the warship.

The xican ‘Thunder’ and ‘Hurricane’ frigates fired “Sea Venom” subsonic anti-ship missiles. Although not the most advanced supersonic models, their sea-skimming flight capability and terminal serpentine maneuvering were a deadly nightmare for India’s old warships lacking a comprehensive close-range air defense system.

“Activate the ‘Barak’ air defense system! Launch counterasures! All ships maneuver evasively!” Sharma shouted orders, his voice cracking.

The “Lanville” turned sharply, flares shot out towards the sea on both sides like festive fireworks, forming clusters of aluminum clouds. The ship’s Israeli-made Barak-1 close-range air defense missiles fired urgently, their trails reaching for the sky.

However, against the advanced active radar/infrared composite guidance and anti-jamming capabilities of the xican missiles, these struggles were futile. One “Sea Venom” was slightly damaged by the near-exploding Barak, its trajectory skewed, eventually grazing “Lanville’s” bridge and exploding in the distant sea. But the other…

It was like the kiss of death, precisely threading through the interference cloud and close-in weapon system’s interception net, slamming into the mid-rear section of “Lanville’s” upper structure!

BOOM——!!!

A blast more violent than the torpedo explosion erupted, an orange-red fireball instantly engulfed “Lanville’s” helicopter hangar and parts of the cabins, shattering the glass on the bridge from the intense shock wave, flinging Captain Sharma and several officers away, faces bloodied. Blazing fire and dense smoke rose skyward, the ship’s hull began to tip, internal screeching damage control alarms and the screams of personnel mixed chaotically.