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

Admiral Harris stood on the bridge of the USS Eisenhower, observing the beachhead with satisfaction through a high-powered telescope.

The first wave of Marines and Army armor had successfully captured Alpha and Beta beaches without encountering any organized resistance.

This seemed to confirm his judgment - after an hour of saturation artillery preparation, any Yugoslav defense force on the beach had been wiped out.

"Order the follow-up troops to speed up the landing!" Admiral Harris ordered the communications officer with great enthusiasm, "I want to move the headquarters to the shore before dark!"

He imagined himself giving an inspiring speech on the beach, smoking a corncob pipe like General MacArthur did during the Inchon landing.

Victory seemed to be within reach, and all the setbacks and humiliations suffered in previous air battles would be washed away by this glorious landing victory.

However, just as Harris was immersed in his vision of victory, a sudden and indescribable ominous premonition came over him.

He frowned subconsciously and lowered his head to think about where this uneasiness came from.

Was I too nervous? Or was there some detail I overlooked?

Just when he was puzzled, a sharp and intensive whistling sound suddenly came from the sky!

The sound tore through the air, coming from far away and getting closer, becoming louder and more shrill, as if thousands of demons were screaming and rushing towards the fleet!

"What's that sound?!" Admiral Harris suddenly raised his head and his pupils contracted instantly.

On the distant skyline, countless small black dots with long flame tails appeared. They were like a swarm of locusts covering the sky, densely packed and overwhelming, sweeping towards the Eagle Sauce Fleet and the beachhead that had just been occupied!

"Rockets! It's a rocket attack!"

A sharp-eyed radar operator screamed in terror in the CIC, his voice distorted by extreme fear.

"The number... the number is incalculable! At least thousands! Their target is our landing forces and beachhead positions!"

Admiral Harris's face turned pale in an instant. The smugness and confidence on his face disappeared, replaced by unbelievable shock and fear deep in his bones.

The telescope in his hand fell to the deck with a "bang", but he was completely unaware of it.

"This is impossible!" he exclaimed. "How could Yugoslavia possibly possess such a large rocket artillery force? Our intelligence shows they only have a small number of outdated BM-21s!"

“Furthermore, with such dense fire coverage, where are their launch sites? Why didn’t our early warning aircraft and satellites detect any signs?”

However, reality did not leave him much time to think. The rockets that were like a death meteor shower were already right in front of him.

They swooped down from the sky with shrill screams, like countless sharp sickles, ruthlessly cutting the air and also cutting the last bit of hope of the American soldiers.

"Avoid! All ships perform evasive maneuvers immediately!" Admiral Harris roared into the microphone at the top of his lungs, but his voice seemed so small and weak in the deafening roar.

The fleet's air defense system responded immediately. The Phalanx close-in weapon systems on the Aegis destroyers and cruisers spun at high speed, unleashing a dense hail of bullets in an attempt to intercept the incoming rockets.

Standard series air defense missiles were also launched urgently, drawing white arcs in the air.

However, the number of rockets was simply too great! They came like an endless tide, covering the entire target area from all directions and angles.

Although the Eagle Fleet's air defense firepower is powerful, it seems powerless in the face of this saturation attack.

Some rockets were successfully intercepted and exploded in the air in balls of fire and smoke.

But more rockets broke through the anti-aircraft fire network and hit the exposed beach positions like hail.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

A series of earth-shaking explosions sounded on the beach, one after another, continuously.

The entire "Alpha" and "Beta" beaches were instantly engulfed in flames and thick smoke.

The American soldiers who were cheering for the successful landing just now were now like lambs exposed to the slaughterhouse, with nowhere to escape.

Every time a rocket lands, it creates a huge explosion and shock wave.

The beach was blown into pieces, and the remaining trees and buildings were uprooted and torn to pieces.

The M1A1 tanks and M2 Bradley infantry fighting vehicles that had just rushed onto the beach were as fragile as paper toys under the dense coverage of rockets.

Their heavy armor was vulnerable to the shock waves and fragments of the close-range explosion. Some were directly blown away and their turrets were blown off.

Some of the tracks were blown off and the vehicles were paralyzed in place, becoming fixed targets for subsequent rockets; others had their fuel tanks exploded, igniting a raging fire that burned the crew inside to death.

The fate of the Marines and Army soldiers was even more tragic.

Some of them were knocked to the ground by the blast as soon as they jumped off the landing craft, and then were blown to pieces by the subsequent rockets.

Some tried to find cover, but found that the entire beach was under indiscriminate fire and there was no safe place at all.

Others were shocked by the shock wave generated by the explosion and bled from all seven orifices, dying on the spot.

For a moment, shouts, screams, explosions, and the sound of twisting metal on the beach intertwined together, forming a symphony of death from hell.

Blood dyed the beach red, and broken limbs were everywhere. Those once-mighty elite troops of the United States were now being harvested in droves like fallen leaves in the autumn wind under the overwhelming barrage of rockets.