bookbashuk Chapter 447 Kitty Hawk Carrier Strike Group – Destroyed!
Chapter 447 Kitty Hawk Carrier Strike Group – Destroyed!
In the late autumn of 1994, the air over the Yellow Sea was as heavy as lead.
A divine message reached Lin Yan's sea of consciousness.
"Young Master, our brothers in the military have reported that the US Navy's Kitty Hawk carrier strike group, under the pretext of tracking an unidentified submarine, has entered our designated economic zone in the Yellow Sea, forming a standoff with our naval and air forces. The situation is tense, and there is a risk of accidental clashes."
Lin Yan put down the review materials in his hand, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.
He looked at Lin Gang, who was standing to the side, and said, "Lin Gang, come with me for a bit."
Two figures disappeared from the courtyard.
The next moment, they were already atop the clouds above the Yellow Sea.
Beneath their feet, the deep blue sea stretched out like a giant, undulating carpet, upon which the shadows of two steel behemoths stood in tense confrontation.
On one side was the massive USS Kitty Hawk carrier battle group, resembling a moving steel mountain, with carrier-based aircraft waiting on the deck and escort ships surrounding it like stars around the moon, exuding an aggressive and imposing modern military pressure.
On the other side were several Chinese fighter jets that looked particularly slender, yet bravely darted about like petrels.
With their agile tactical maneuvers, they constantly approached and drove away, writing an inviolable and resolute message between the vast sea and sky.
The radio was filled with tense shouts, warnings, and the roar of engines.
The Chinese pilot's voice was young yet firm, carrying a resolute determination to do whatever it takes.
The US response was forceful and procedural.
Lin Yan quietly surveyed everything.
He could see the Chinese pilot's knuckles turning white as he gripped the control stick, the furrowed brow of the American commander on the bridge, and sense the silent pursuit and counter-pursuit between the two submarines beneath the surface of the sea.
This is a close contest of will, technology, and national dignity.
Lin Gang stood to the side, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his eyes practically spitting fire.
"Young Master! These bastards are too arrogant! Right here at our doorstep... Why not teach them a lesson they'll never forget? All it takes is a little effort from you..."
Lin Yan's gaze remained calmly fixed on the ground below.
He only spoke slowly after those few Chinese fighter jets approached in a near-suicidal manner, ultimately forcing the massive carrier battle group to slowly turn and withdraw from the standoff area.
"lesson?"
Lin Yan's lips curled up.
"Lin Gang, this aircraft carrier, along with its entire battle group, is destined to die."
Lin Gang was taken aback.
"But it can't die here, it can't die on China's doorstep. Dying here would cause too much trouble, the clues would be too direct. We have to wait until it goes further and further away... preferably to the vast western Pacific Ocean, where the waters are deep and the waves are rough, and the weather is unpredictable."
He turned to look at Lin Gang, a mocking glint in his eyes:
"At that time, a sudden, unprecedented superstorm will engulf an aircraft carrier battle group... Who can the Americans blame? Probably only their bad luck and the bad temper of the Pacific Ocean."
Lin Gang instantly understood, his anger turning into awe: "Young Master is wise! But... are we just going to let our navy just sit here like this?"
"Tolerate?"
Lin Yan gently shook his head.
"This isn't about enduring; it's a lesson we must learn. Some gaps, if we don't expose the scars, if we don't truly feel the pain and the humiliation of having our dignity trampled upon, will lead some to harbor unrealistic fantasies or lack the resolve to thoroughly tackle reforms. Today, their fearless actions have driven back a powerful enemy, which is admirable. But only when the top leadership, and indeed the entire system, clearly recognizes the technological and capability gap behind this 'fearless' attitude, will they be willing to dedicate every penny of resources—whether it's for aircraft carriers, new fighter jets, or a blue-water navy—over the next ten or twenty years! This tuition, though humiliating, must be paid. And we…"
"...We can go help them, 'pay' another part of the tuition, using the enemy's blood to pay for it."
Two days later, in the depths of the western Pacific Ocean, in international waters.
The USS Kitty Hawk carrier strike group was cruising at speed, leaving the area that had caused them some embarrassment. The tension among the crew had eased slightly, but the radios were still ringing with various routine communications and monitoring reports.
Sunlight shone on the steel deck, reflecting a dazzling light.
Above the heavens, Lin Yan and Lin Gang stood suspended in mid-air. Below, the massive battle formation resembled a toy model.
"Let's stay here," Lin Yan said calmly. He slowly closed his eyes.
No longer suppressed, the boundless power of the Nascent Soul stage quietly spread out.
His first connection was with the essence of water. His divine sense merged with the vast and boundless Pacific Ocean below.
Delving thousands of feet deep, one can sense the direction of ocean currents, the temperature gradient of seawater, and the immense power and turbulent potential hidden in the endless depths of the water.
His will, like a boulder thrown into a calm, deep pool, began to disturb this dormant power.
Immediately following, the imagery of wind arose. The airflow in the upper stratosphere, the warm and humid sea breeze in the lower atmosphere, the delicate balance between different pressure zones... all began to become disordered, accelerated, and conflicted under the guidance of his divine sense.
Invisible energy is accumulating wildly in the air, and electrical charges are violently rubbing against each other in the clouds.
With Lin Yan's location as the invisible "eye of the storm," a destructive storm, defying all natural weather laws and driven by supreme power, is being generated out of thin air at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The sea was the first to notice the anomaly; the normally regular waves became chaotic and powerful.
The sky seemed to be stirred by a giant hand, with clouds surging in from all directions, instantly blocking out the sunlight and turning daylight into darkness. The air pressure dropped sharply, and the air emitted a piercing shriek.
In just over ten minutes, a terrifying super typhoon with a diameter of over tens of kilometers had already formed!
The wind speed at the center was drastically increased, directly breaking through the limit of level 16, and it is still increasing!
The waves were swirled up tens of meters high, like moving water mountains.
The radar screens of the Kitty Hawk battle group were suddenly flooded with a violent echo, and the sonar was interfered with by the noise of boiling seawater.
The alarms blared piercingly across every ship!
"God! What is this?!"
"Hurricane! Super hurricane! Impossible! This isn't a spawning zone!"
"Avoid! Avoid at full speed!"
too late.
Storms form at speeds far exceeding the limits of human understanding and reaction.
The terrifying suction force violently pulled the entire battle group towards the most violent center of the storm.
Hundreds of meters high walls of water crashed down from all directions, and the wind speed made the steel groan and deform.
The massive hull of an aircraft carrier is like a child's origami toy in the face of nature's wrath, easily lifted and tossed about.
The carrier-based aircraft on the deck were swept into the sea, and the island structure began to collapse with a tooth-grinding metallic twisting sound.
Frigates, destroyers, supply ships... none were spared. In the massive waterspouts and towering waves that connected the sky and the sea, they were either smashed to pieces or snapped in half by an invisible force!
The deafening roar of breaking steel even briefly drowned out the howl of the storm.
Even the nuclear submarine that attempted to dive deep into the ocean to escape was unable to do so.
The deep-sea currents and terrifying water pressure changes, precisely stirred by the power of the artistic conception, were like countless giant hands, kneading and squeezing the steel whale, ultimately causing its structure to fail and sink into darkness.
Everything happened too fast.
Only a few ships managed to send out intermittent, desperate, and incredulous distress signals into the distance before they were completely destroyed:
"...Encountering an unknown extreme storm...Structure damaged...Unable to...Save me..." Then, the signal disappeared forever.
Under Lin Yan's will, the storm began to weaken and dissipate rapidly.
It was as if this was just an extremely rare, yet "natural," weather freaking out of the Pacific Ocean.
Sunlight struggled to pierce through the broken clouds once more, shining on the devastated western Pacific Ocean.
On the sea surface, only some small, floating debris and oil slicks, quickly swallowed by the waves, remain, proving that a powerful fleet once existed here.
Beneath the deep sea, a massive steel coffin is slowly sinking, destined to become the new home for countless marine creatures.