144: Suicide attack! Park Sung-wan's final decision!

Yamamoto Thirty-eight and the remaining naval forces were to embody the Great Harmony Bushido with their actions.

However, such an idea did not last even half a minute…

Soon, the Mao Xiong Country fleet gathered from all directions, blocking all escape routes.

There were submarine groups like the north wind god from before, and a fleet similar to the Great Harmony fleet, composed of various sophisticated ships.

But what truly made Yamamoto Thirty-eight despair was this:

Mao Xiong Country also possessed steel behemoths similar to Eagle Country, which symbolized the pinnacle of naval power: Aircraft Carriers.

The kuznetsov, Varyag, and Vikramaditya—Mao Xiong Country’s three Aircraft Carriers—had all arrived at the Vladivostok battlefield!

Like three towering mountains, they pressed down on the Great Harmony fleet, crushing all hope into dust.

Around each Aircraft Carrier, a large number of destroyers, cruisers, and frigates were gathered, forming a naval formation centered entirely around the Aircraft Carrier.

This model was identical to that of Eagle Country at the time!

At the same time, a large number of carrier-borne aircraft took off from the Aircraft Carriers' decks and rendezvoused with the Aerospace Force that had been waiting in the sky for a long time.

They instantly formed a neat aerial formation and swooped down towards the Great Harmony fleet.

Mao Xiong Country also employed sea-air cooperation, but it was clearly far superior to the clumsy coordination displayed by Great Harmony and South Korea.

In an instant, dead memories began to assail Yamamoto Thirty-eight.

Everything was exactly like the situation at Pearl Harbor back then.

The same Aircraft Carrier group, the same tactics of overwhelming with fighter jets, the same one-sided air-to-sea suppression!

The same lack of any chance of victory…

After all that, he had returned to the starting point, destined to endure the exact same humiliation.

“Ah ah ah!”

“Damn it!”

“Lin Ye! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!”

Yamamoto Thirty-eight wailed in despair, desperately tearing at his own body.

Looking up again, he saw a sky full of shells already raining down from above.

“Ah!”

Amidst the hail of gunfire, the world before Yamamoto Thirty-eight's eyes turned blood red.

[Sky Curtain Notification: You have been killed by an explosion. Instance mission failed! You will now be teleported out of this instance!]

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Meanwhile, Park Chengwan had already escaped Mao Xiong Country's airspace.

He flew south without the slightest slackening.

Seeing that Mao Xiong Country's fighter jets did not immediately pursue him, he finally let out a long sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his already somewhat decaying hand.

The pain caused by nuclear radiation still enveloped him, and it was getting worse, leaving him completely drained of strength.

Even a slight cough would bring up blood.

This was the horror of nuclear weapons; the immediate destructive power of the explosion was one aspect, but the subsequent radiation damage was the true invisible killer.

Through the wireless communication system, he could occasionally hear the mournful cries of his own people.

Although their combat strength was temporarily preserved, Park Chengwan knew very well that his legion was essentially crippled, and even if they could return to the Blue House for rest, it would be difficult for them to fight again.

During this brief lull, Park Chengwan glanced at the instance backend.

[Instance Population: 4000000 / 5000000]

[Ma Country: 500000 / 500000]

[War Chariot Country: 2000000 / 2000000]

[Eastern Island: 700000 / 1500000]

[Stick Country: 800000 / 1000000]

The population of Eastern Island had already plummeted to 700,000… This meant that Yamamoto Thirty-eight's navy had been completely wiped out.

Park Chengwan glanced at the personnel list again; Yamamoto Thirty-eight's name had already been erased.

“Hah—”

He let out a long breath, a sense of powerlessness washing over him again.

“Is South Korea truly destined for destruction this time?”

This attack had involved five hundred thousand warships, five hundred thousand fighter jets, plus a total of one million Challengers.

Yet, they were sent fleeing in disarray by ten submarines.

These scenes were destined to become a great joke in the history of the Azure Star instance.

In fact, Park Chengwan had some regrets; perhaps his escape just now had been a bit too impulsive.

“Commander! Enemy attack from the rear!”

“Enemy attack!”

Suddenly, an explosion jolted Park Chengwan awake from his thoughts, and his fighter jet was violently shaken by the air currents.

He looked out the window and saw that Mao Xiong Country's fighter jet group had indeed caught up, attacking the tail end of his formation.

And it was a type of aircraft he was very familiar with, the Su-57 fighter jet that had appeared in the Winter is Coming instance before.

“Scan the number of enemy aircraft with radar!”

“Reporting, Commander, there are approximately two thousand enemy aircraft!”

Park Chengwan's brows furrowed. He knew the power of the Su-57; it had destroyed Kim's Black Hawk Fighter group virtually unscathed at the time.

In terms of all-around data, it surpassed the Black Hawk Fighter.

Most crucially, the Su-57 possessed extremely strong air-to-air capabilities, which the Black Hawk Fighter did not.

But now, Mao Xiong Country had only sent two thousand fighter jets to pursue him, which seemed overly arrogant.

Although his own fighter jets had suffered heavy losses, there were still at least three hundred thousand of them.

A fifteen-fold numerical difference.

Even with suicidal ramming, they could easily wear down these two thousand fighter jets.

“Hmph!”

“Launch the attack, attack Mao Xiong Country's fighter jets.”

“For the dignity of our Korea, even if it means ramming them head-on, make sure you take down a few more Mao Xiong Country planes!”

At this moment, Park Chengwan suddenly understood something.

Only by trying to eliminate as many Mao Xiong Country units as possible now would the chances of completing the instance be greater.

Mao Xiong Country's forces were finite; depleting some of them would make the subsequent instances easier.

He had already been harmed by nuclear radiation and likely wouldn't survive, but he could create an advantage for his nephew Kim Geun-seok and the other Korean family heads.

So what he needed to do now was not to run away! But to fight to the death.

Since they couldn't fight in a conventional way, they would resort to suicide attacks.

Boom boom boom!

The two aircraft groups engaged in a head-on battle.

But as soon as they exchanged fire, Park Chengwan realized something was wrong.

These Su-57s felt as if they were being automatically controlled, always precisely dodging the attacks of the Korean fighter jets.

They could even weave back and forth through the gaps in the formation.

Park Chengwan also realized that his tactics had some issues.

If they didn't use these suicidal ramming tactics, their own fighter jets would have survived longer. Now, these suicidal ramming tactics often resulted in their own fighter jets colliding with each other, leading to self-destruction!

Occasionally, a Su-57 fighter jet could be destroyed through a suicidal ramming, but it came at the cost of at least dozens, or even hundreds, of Korean fighter jets.

“No! At this rate, the Korean fighter jets will be quickly depleted!”

“It's better to fly back to Stick Country as soon as possible and rely on their anti-aircraft defenses to counter the Mao Xiong Country fighter jets.”

Park Chengwan opened his electronic map, wanting to see how far he was from Stick Country.

At this moment, the aircraft group was actually over North Korea, very close to the Dragon Country border.

Suddenly, a very insane idea surged into Park Chengwan's mind.

It made the corners of his mouth curl slightly upward, beginning to twitch.

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What would happen if all these Mao Xiong Country fighter jets were led into Dragon Country?!