Chapter 1466 - Sunk (2/2)

The officer standing next to him hesitated, took a look at Deputy Commander Belleden, and finally gritted his teeth, stood straight, saluted, and ran out of the post.

“ROGER!”

After a pause, Felton then looked at the correspondent sitting in front of the computer and ordered.

“Contact the Ford aircraft carrier battle group immediately and ask them to send F-16s for reconnaissance in Turbo. I need to know how many enemies, how many armored vehicles, and how many tanks there are. They must get an accurate number!”

“Roger… Damnit, I can’t get in touch with them, they’re not responding.”

When Felton heard these words, he was visibly stunned, then he frowned.

“We can’t reach them?”

It seemed too abnormal.

Based on the combat order issued by the top military command, to effectively support the Columbia battlefield, all combat units of the Ford aircraft carrier battle group had to be on standby at all times. Even if it was not the case, the loss of communication absolutely could not happen in this state.

Could it be EMP?

Felton quickly denied this possibility.

Large units such as aircraft carriers and destroyers were designed with electromagnetic pulses in mind, and it had been confirmed during the last Colombian Civil War that EMP weapons have minimal impact on aircraft carrier battle groups.

Just then, the satellite phone in Felton’s pocket suddenly rang.

There was only one place that could reach the number on this phone. Without any hesitation, Felton pressed the connect button and put the phone closer to his ear.

“Hello?”

“…”

The command room became quiet.

General Felton’s expression gradually turned gloomy, and the officers in the room all felt something was wrong.

About five minutes later, the call finally ended.

Felton didn’t say a few words from beginning to end, except for “mhm” and “yes”, all that was left was a silence that was even more depressing than his face.

“The call was from the top military command,” he broke the silence and put the satellite phone back into his pocket. He took a deep breath and slowly said, “…bad news.”

“What happened?” Belleden frowned.

“Our Ford aircraft carrier battle group…” One word at a time, Felton squeezed the sentence out from his gritted teeth. With all the eyes in the room looking at him in surprise and uncertainty, he finally finished the last half of the sentence, “…was sunk.”