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

Harris, who had just been beaten to the point of losing confidence, now regained his domineering attitude.

He believed that he had completely figured out the cards of Longguo and Yugoslavia.

In his opinion, although the aid from Longguo was advanced, it was limited in quantity and had a single tactic.

As long as their key weapons are destroyed, the remaining Yugoslav defenders will be vulnerable.

He walked to the porthole, looked at the seagulls flying freely in the sky, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He secretly vowed that he would let these damn Slavs and the Dragon people behind them know what the consequences would be for angering the Eagle Navy.

He wants to use a complete victory to defend the global hegemony of the United States and his own honor as a famous naval commander.

However, just as he was immersed in the fantasy of future victory, a tiny detail caught his attention.

His eyes inadvertently swept across one of the seagulls, and suddenly a strange feeling arose in his heart.

The place where he was was a scorched earth that had just experienced devastating artillery bombardment and rocket coverage.

The beach was littered with burning debris and the bodies of soldiers, and the air was filled with the strong smell of blood and gunpowder.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for any living creature to survive in such a place, let alone seagulls coming here to look for food.

What kind of seagull would be so foolish as to fly to such a deadly place?

An ominous premonition enveloped him again.

Harris quickly picked up a high-powered military telescope and aimed it at the "seagull" circling in the sky.

When he saw the details of the "bird" through the telescope, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a cold chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making his hair stand on end in an instant, as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

In the field of view of the telescope, it was not a real seagull at all!

Although its feathers are imitated very realistically, their unnatural, slightly metallic texture can still be seen under a high-powered microscope.

Its eyes are not the pupils of a living creature, but two tiny optical lenses that flash an imperceptible red light.

Although its flying posture is extremely realistic, every flap of its wings has a precise and rigid rhythm unique to machinery, completely lacking the agility and spontaneity of a living creature.

That's one...

It turned out to be a bionic mechanical bird!

A reconnaissance drone disguised as a seagull!

The telescope in Harris's hand fell to the ground again with a clang, but this time, he didn't even notice it.

His mind was blank, with only that horrible thought echoing over and over again:

They were being watched... all along...

The "brilliant victory" of the airborne troops... the "vulnerability" of the Yugoslav defenders... the "easy destruction" of the rocket artillery positions... the "exceptionally smooth" second landing...

Is all this just an elaborate trap?

A deception that lures them deeper into death?

Harris jerked his head up and looked in horror at the seemingly safe beachhead that his troops had just occupied.

In the sunlight, the charred land looked like a slowly opening mouth of a giant beast leading to hell in his eyes.

Admiral Harris' pupils suddenly contracted, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making his hair stand on end in an instant, as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

Just as Harris was stunned, the first mate, Lieutenant Colonel Hansen, suddenly came running over and reported in a nervous tone.

"Sir! Radar shows that 10 kilometers ahead, a Yugoslav ground force is rapidly approaching us! The scale... is quite large!"

"What?" Harris suddenly came to his senses and temporarily put aside his fear and research on the mechanical bird. The instinct of a military commander made him immediately focus on the threat in front of him.

“Do they still dare to take the initiative?”

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Harris's eyes. He forced himself to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, and a cruel sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After experiencing the previous defeat and humiliation, the anger and desire for revenge in his heart had been ignited to the extreme.

In his opinion, the behavior of the Yugoslavs was tantamount to moths flying into a flame, seeking their own death!

"Excellent! Excellent!" Harris said, almost gritting his teeth. "They saved us the trouble of going to them!"

"Pass my order, all combat units, immediately enter combat status!"

He strode to the tactical sand table in the temporary command center and quickly began to arrange tactics.

He forced himself to suppress the uneasiness brought about by the mysterious mechanical bird, and replaced it with a frenzy to prove himself and wash away the shame.

"Hansen," he pointed to the blue mark on the sand table representing his own troops, "immediately mobilize all available M1A1 main battle tanks and M2 Bradley infantry fighting vehicles to form a heavy armored assault group and meet the enemy head-on!"

"Sir," Lieutenant Colonel Hansen reminded hesitantly, "our M1A1s suffered heavy losses in the previous landing. We have less than 30 available now, and we don't have enough ammunition..."

"Enough!" Harris interrupted him rudely, "Thirty M1A1s are enough to destroy the entire Yugoslav armored division! Don't forget, we have successfully landed on this damn land, and now the advantage is mine!"

His voice trembled slightly with excitement, and his eyes flashed with an almost paranoid confidence.

"Even if Dragon Country's most advanced Type 99A tanks arrived, they would still be wary of my M1A1 tanks, let alone these Slavic barbarians who can only drive tractors!"

"I will use our powerful armor and firepower to let them know what the consequences are for irritating the Eagle Sauce!"

Harris swept his eyes over all the officers in the command center, trying to infect them with his aura and dispel the haze brought about by the previous failure.

“Remember, we are the Eagle Sauce Army! We are here to punish them, not to be intimidated by them!”

Then he turned to the commander in charge of artillery support and issued an even more cruel order.

"Order all M270 HIMARS long-range rocket launchers to immediately launch a blanket bombardment on the enemy's route!"

"I don't need your precision strikes, I want saturation coverage! Use your artillery fire to turn that area into a complete hell!"

"I want to blow them all to pieces before our tanks even touch the enemy!"

The M270 HIMARS rocket launcher is the ace long-range strike weapon of the US Army.

It is capable of launching 12 227mm rockets in a short period of time with a range of more than 70 kilometers, and can be equipped with multiple types of warheads, including high-explosive bombs, cluster bombs and anti-armor terminal-sensitive bombs.

Dozens of HIMARS missiles fired simultaneously, with enough power to destroy a small city.

"Understood, sir! I'll make sure they don't even find a single intact bone!"

The artillery commander stood at attention and saluted, the fire of revenge also flashing in his eyes.