Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

The atmosphere in the combat command center of the flagship USS Eisenhower was suffocatingly depressing.

Admiral Harris's face was ashen, his eyes bloodshot, and he stared at the blank area on the main display screen that represented the complete annihilation of his own fighter planes.

His fingers trembled slightly from the excessive force, but his clenched fists revealed the suppressed anger and unwillingness in his heart.

"The raid failed," he whispered, his voice hoarse and tired. "We lost the entire attack wave. Twenty-four of the most advanced Super Hornets, along with their pilots, were killed."

None of the officers in the CIC dared to respond; only the gentle humming of various instruments and equipment echoed in the silence.

Everyone could feel the almost desperate anger emanating from the commander.

"Sir," First Mate Lieutenant Colonel Hansen finally mustered the courage to speak, his voice tinged with caution and worry, "given that we have lost air superiority and the enemy's air power far exceeds our expectations, perhaps... perhaps we should temporarily suspend military operations against Yugoslavia, reassess the risks, and await follow-up air support or..."

“Suspend the operation? Reassess?”

Admiral Harris turned around abruptly, his eyes flashing dangerously, like a wounded beast. "Hansen! Are you suggesting that I surrender to those damn Dragon planes? Are you suggesting that the Eagle Sauce Navy admit defeat in front of the whole world?"

His voice became sharp with anger, and his body trembled slightly with excitement: "We are the Eagle Sauce Navy! We are the rulers of the world's oceans! We have never retreated before any enemy! What's more, it was not Yugoslavia that destroyed our fighter planes, but Dragon Country! This is a naked provocation of war! If we retreat now, where will the face of the Eagle Sauce be? Where will the prestige of the president be?"

Lieutenant Colonel Hansen was intimidated by Admiral Harris's aura. He subconsciously took a step back and lowered his head. "Sir, that's not what I meant. I'm just worried that if we continue with the original plan, we may suffer greater losses. The performance of those Dragon fighters is clearly far beyond our intelligence assessment..."

"Intelligence assessment?" Admiral Harris sneered.

"What do those bureaucrats sitting in their offices know? They can only talk war on paper! A real war is fought with courage and determination!"

He strode over to the huge electronic nautical chart, his eyes fixed on the coastline of Yugoslavia.

The piece of land that was once within his reach now looked like a red-hot iron, emitting a dangerous atmosphere.

But his inner anger and desire for revenge had overcome his rational judgment.

"Do the Dragons think that by shooting down dozens of our planes, they can scare the Eagle Sauce Navy? They are so naive!"

Admiral Harris's tone became unusually firm, and his eyes flashed with an almost crazy stubbornness.

"They may have advanced fighter jets, but the outcome of the war will ultimately be determined by the battle of ground forces, by the clash of steel and will!"

He slammed his fist on the nautical chart, making a dull sound.

"Since air strikes are ineffective, we will use the most traditional and direct method to tell Yugoslavia and Longguo who is the true master of this ocean!"

"Sir, you mean..." Lieutenant Colonel Hansen showed an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Landing on the beaches!" Admiral Harris practically roared these four words. "Follow the example of our predecessors in Normandy! Use our powerful fleet firepower to thoroughly plow the Yugoslav coastline!"

"Then, let our Marines and Army soldiers step onto their land and use bayonets and bullets to let them know the consequences of resisting the Eagle Sauce!"

The officers in the CIC were all in an uproar when they heard this.

Beach landing?

After losing air superiority and with the enemy's situation unclear, conducting a beach landing against a country with coastal defense missiles and potentially powerful air support is tantamount to a suicidal gamble!

"But, sir!" Lieutenant Colonel Hansen said anxiously, "Without air cover, our landing force will be completely exposed to possible enemy air attacks!"

“This is too risky! Our soldiers will pay a heavy price!”

"Risk?" Admiral Harris showed a sinister smile. "When we were in Normandy and Iwo Jima, which time wasn't a risk?"

"We faced the Hans Army and the Plaster Banner Army, which were a hundred times stronger than the Yugoslavs. They had strong fortifications and a tenacious will to resist, but didn't we win in the end?"

His voice became passionate and inflammatory.

"Are the Yugoslavs today more difficult to deal with than the Hans back then?"

"Could it be that those few crappy planes of Dragon Country are more powerful than the entire air force of Hans Country?"

"Don't be intimidated by a temporary setback! There's no such thing as 'retreat' in the dictionary of American soldiers!"

He looked around, his eyes sharp and unquestionable.

"I have made up my mind! Pass my orders immediately! All destroyers and cruisers, advance to 10 nautical miles off the Yugoslav coastline and prepare for saturation artillery fire on the planned landing beach!"

"All amphibious assault ships and landing craft, carrying the first echelon of Marines and Army armored forces, prepare to attack!"

“Target: Alpha and Beta beaches, south of Belgrade, near the Bay of Kotor!”

"Operation codename: 'Poseidon's Wrath'!"

Although many officers were filled with doubts and anxieties, no one dared to raise any objections under Admiral Harris's unquestionable orders and strong personal deterrence.

Combat orders were quickly transmitted to every ship in the fleet through encrypted communication channels.

The huge Eagle Sauce fleet began to adjust its formation.

The three aircraft carriers retreated to a relatively safe rear, responsible for providing remote command and limited electronic support.

Dozens of Ticonderoga-class missile cruisers and Arleigh Burke-class missile destroyers approached the Yugoslav coastline at high speed like bloodthirsty sharks.

These warships represent the strongest surface combat force of the Eagle Sauce Navy. Each of them is equipped with powerful MK-45 127mm main guns and Tomahawk cruise missiles.

When they arrived at their designated firing positions, an unprecedented saturation bombardment began.

"All naval guns, target Alpha Beach!"

"Coordinates XXX, XXX, rapid fire! Fire!"