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

Admiral Harris stood on the bridge, staring through the porthole at the hellish scene on the distant beach in amazement.

His mind went blank, unable to comprehend what was happening before his eyes.

Just a few minutes ago, he was still immersed in the joy of impending victory.

But now, his landing troops are suffering an unprecedented devastating blow.

"Who is it? Who did it?!" Admiral Harris's lips trembled with extreme anger and fear, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Yugoslavia cannot have rocket artillery of this scale! This is definitely not something their BM-21 can do!"

First mate Lieutenant Colonel Hansen's face was equally pale as paper. He pointed at a disturbing signal source that had just appeared on the radar screen and said in a trembling voice.

"Sir... Look... About 80 kilometers inland from Yugoslavia, a very powerful... high-frequency electromagnetic pulse signal has appeared!"

"Soon after... our satellite detected the trajectory of a large-scale rocket launch..."

"80 kilometers inland? High-frequency electromagnetic pulse?"

Admiral Harris' pupils suddenly contracted, and a terrible thought flashed through his mind.

"Could it be...could it be that the Dragons deployed some kind of...some kind of vehicle-mounted long-range rocket artillery system?"

“And it uses… electromagnetic catapult technology?”

If that were true, then everything would make sense.

Only the Dragon Kingdom could possess such an advanced rocket artillery system capable of ultra-long-range precision strikes.

Electromagnetic catapult technology can explain why the initial velocity of these rockets is so fast that the US early warning system hardly detects them in the early stages of their launch.

"Order all landing craft to stop moving forward immediately! Turn around and return to the mother ship!"

Admiral Harris finally recovered from his shock and shouted into the microphone at the top of his lungs.

"All surface ships, retreat to the open sea immediately! Keep your distance from the coastline!"

“Quick! Quick! Quick!”

However, for the troops that had already rushed onto the beaches, the order was too late.

The rocket barrage continued, wave after wave, as if it would never end.

The beachhead has completely turned into a death zone, and no life can survive under such intensive firepower.

Some landing craft that had not yet fully landed tried to turn around, but in the chaos and panic, their speed became extremely slow, making them an excellent target for rockets.

Several LCACs were directly hit, and the massive explosions blew the tanks and soldiers aboard into the air. More AAV-7 amphibious assault vehicles were hit by rockets while trying to return to their mother ships, sinking into the icy waters.

Countless debris, equipment and soldiers' bodies were floating on the sea.

The originally azure sea water was polluted by blood and oil and turned into a disgusting dark red.

The "Poseidon's Wrath" beach landing operation, which Admiral Harris had high hopes for, turned into a complete disaster within just half an hour of its start.

The communication channels were filled with the terrified cries for help from pilots and ship commanders, the desperate screams of soldiers, and the explosions of various equipment being destroyed.

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

Flashing on every screen were desperate red alerts and rising casualty figures.

Admiral Harris slumped weakly in the command chair, staring blankly at the sky outside the window that was illuminated red by the flames.

His mind was in a mess, filled with regret, anger and deep fear.

He knew that he had made an unforgivable mistake - he seriously underestimated the determination and ability of the Dragon Kingdom to intervene, and overestimated the adaptability of the Eagle Sauce Army in modern high-tech warfare.

This sudden, catastrophic rocket attack lasted for nearly an hour.

When the last wave of rockets fell and the whistling sound in the sky finally subsided, the entire "Alpha" and "Beta" beaches had turned into a silent graveyard.

The beachhead, once teeming with American soldiers and equipment, is now nothing but charred ruins and scattered metal debris.

The air was filled with strong smells of gunpowder, burning and blood, which was nauseating.

Only sporadic flames were still burning, making crackling sounds, contrasting with the eerie silence of this land of death.

The preliminary casualty statistics were quickly summarized at the flagship command center.

When Admiral Harris saw the report, his heart skipped a beat and almost stopped.

More than 70% of the first-tier landing force, consisting of nearly 10,000 Marines and Army soldiers, were killed, and most of the remaining personnel were injured and lost their combat capability.

Hundreds of M1A1 tanks and M2 Bradley infantry fighting vehicles were completely destroyed and turned into burning scrap metal.

Dozens of landing craft and amphibious assault vehicles were sunk or scrapped.

This was not only a military defeat, but also a humanitarian disaster.

Thousands of young American soldiers were buried forever in a foreign land within just a few minutes.

Their families will be torn apart and their country will be brought into disgrace.

"I...we...what kind of devil have we provoked..."

Admiral Harris muttered to himself, his voice filled with despair.

He knew that after this battle, no matter what the outcome, his military career would end in ignominious fashion.

He will be forever nailed to the pillar of shame in history as one of the most tragically defeated commanders in the history of the Eagle Sauce Navy.

The fleet began to retreat in a panic to the open sea.

The remaining landing craft, carrying the few surviving, frightened soldiers, fled from the death beach in panic like rabbits being chased by hunters.

The F/A-18E/F fleet in the sky had long since disappeared, leaving behind only a few wisps of smoke that had not yet dissipated.

On the beach, the newly hoisted American flag was already ripped to shreds by the artillery fire, drooping limply on the charred sand, as if silently telling the tragic story of the fall of a superpower.