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

The American flag on the beachhead was torn to shreds by artillery fire and hung limply on the charred sand, as if silently telling the tragic song of the fall of a superpower's hegemony.

Inside the combat command center, Harris watched all this in disbelief, like a puppet with its soul taken away.

There was a buzzing in his ears, and even the almost roaring questioning voice of the first mate, Lieutenant Commander Hansen, beside him seemed to come from another distant world and was blurry and unclear.

“Sir! Sir! What should we do?!”

Lieutenant Colonel Hansen shook Harris's shoulders vigorously, his voice hoarse from extreme fear and anxiety.

"We have lost almost the entire first echelon! The beachhead has become a graveyard! We must retreat immediately! Otherwise, the entire fleet will become a sitting duck!"

Hansen's roar finally pulled Harris back from the abyss of shock.

He slowly turned his head, his empty eyes gradually focused, and finally fell on Hansen's anxious face.

He heard the adjutant's words, and every word was like a sharp knife piercing his heart filled with pride and anger.

retreat?

The word swirled in his mind, carrying with it a stinging sense of humiliation.

In the history of the Eagle Sauce Navy, there have been failures and setbacks, but there has never been such a cowardly defeat.

They were defeated before they could even successfully capture the beachhead.

If he ordered a retreat today, Harris would become the first naval commander in the history of the Eagle Navy who could not even attack the beach!

This shameful label will accompany him throughout his life and even be engraved on his tombstone!

No! no way!

The fire in Harris' eyes was rekindled, a kind of madness and stubbornness after being forced into a desperate situation.

He pushed Hansen away and strode to the electronic chart.

His brain was working at high speed, analyzing the devastating blow just now.

"Range 80 kilometers... saturation coverage... no obvious signs before launch..."

He muttered to himself, his fingers moving quickly on the chart.

"This shows that their launch sites are deep inland and highly mobile. Conventional naval guns and landing forces cannot threaten them at all."

"But..." A fierce light flashed in his eyes, "They are ground units after all! As long as they are ground units, there is a possibility of being destroyed!"

He turned abruptly and spoke to all the officers in the command room in an unquestionable, almost frantic tone. "I will not retreat! The American Navy will never retreat! Today's shame must be washed away with the blood of the enemy!"

Lieutenant Colonel Hansen looked at him in disbelief. "Sir, are you crazy? We have lost our air superiority, and the ground landing has failed. What else can we do?"

"Airborne!" Harris almost roared out these two words, "Since we can't break through from the front, let's give them a fatal blow from the sky!"

He pointed to a hilly area on the chart about 15 kilometers behind the beachhead.

"Order the Air Force! Take off C-130 transport planes from the Italian base, carrying the ace troops of the 101st Airborne Division - the 'Screaming Eagles', and carry out a large-scale airborne landing in this area!"

He drew a circle on the map with a red electronic pen.

"Their mission is to infiltrate behind enemy lines, find and destroy those damn rocket artillery positions! Cut off their supply lines and stab them in the back!"

The officers in the CIC all gasped. This was an extremely risky plan.

If a large-scale airborne operation is carried out without absolute air superiority, the airborne troops are likely to be annihilated before landing.

Moreover, the situation behind enemy lines is unclear, and once the airborne troops land, they will be isolated and helpless.

"Sir, this is too dangerous!" Lieutenant Colonel Hansen tried to dissuade him again. "We don't know how much anti-aircraft firepower the Dragon Nation has deployed in that area, let alone the strength of their ground forces!"

"Letting our paratroopers jump into an unknown trap is tantamount to sending them to their deaths!"

"Going to die?" Harris said with a hideous smile. "Hansen, do you think war is a dinner party? Back in Normandy, when our predecessors parachuted into the rear of the German defenses, wasn't it dangerous? They were facing the most elite SS and armored divisions in the world, but did they retreat?"

His voice became increasingly high-pitched and full of incitement: "The 101st Airborne Division is our trump card! They have undergone the most rigorous training and possess the strongest will! I believe they can complete the mission! I believe in the courage and strength of the American soldiers!"

"Pass on my order to immediately execute the 'Eagle Strike' plan!" Harris gave no chance to anyone to object and issued the final order in an unquestionable tone.

The order was quickly transmitted to the Eagle Sauce Air Force Base in Italy through an encrypted communication channel.

The C-130 Hercules transport aircraft, which had been ready for takeoff, began to slowly slide towards the runway.

Inside the cabin, soldiers from the 101st Airborne Division were making final preparations.

They checked their parachute packs, wiped their weapons, their faces showing the confidence and desire for battle unique to young people.

Most of them were still unaware of the disastrous defeat on the Stalingrad beach. The order they received was to carry out a raid behind enemy lines to destroy the Yugoslav artillery positions.

As one C-130 transport plane after another roared into the sky, a new gamble began.

General Harris placed his last hope, and the honor of the American Navy, on these young paratroopers.

A few hours later, night fell.

Under the cover of night, dozens of C-130s flew low over the coastline of South Slavia and headed inland for the designated drop zone.

In order to avoid possible radar detection, the fleet chose a complex valley route and flew at an extremely low altitude, almost close to the treetops, which was a great test for the pilots' skills.

"Attention all units, we are about to arrive at the drop zone, prepare to parachute!"

The red warning light in the cabin lit up and the commander's orders came over the radio.

The soldiers stood up, checked each other's equipment, then lined up and walked towards the open rear hatch.

Strong winds rushed in through the hatch, bringing a biting chill.

Below was a pitch-black mountain forest, and no details could be seen.

“Jump! Jump! Jump!”

Following the commander's order, young figures bravely jumped into the unknown darkness like dumplings.

In the sky, hundreds of umbrella flowers bloomed quietly, like dandelions blooming in the night sky, slowly falling to the ground.