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The officers bowed their heads, fearing they might bring disaster upon themselves.

Spain was now resolved to occupy the Viyahedo Islands of Mexico, which were located in the Pacific Ocean. A military base there could extend their influence far and wide.

Osman de Léso actually thought this was not a good idea, as the Americans definitely had their own plans. How could the Yanks be comfortable with a military base right on their doorstep?

It was now that Victor had really angered them. They had to find a way to overthrow Victor first.

Otherwise, did Spain and the United Kingdom's aircraft carriers dare to pass through South America?

They must be asking for trouble!

How audacious!

The Americans simply hoped that Spain and Mexico would fight each other to the death.

But King Carlos and the Cabinet fools believed this was a matter of national fate that could not be given up, and Osman de Léso, as a military man, had to agree.

The Navy had essentially put all its eggs in one basket.

He had first sent three frigates to escort the supply and transport ships ahead, while he and others waited behind, but it had been so long now, and the shipment still hadn't arrived.

As stupid as the Japanese Navy!

"Send another message to them. If they can't reach the designated location by tomorrow, don't bother coming."

Osman de Léso stood up, only to see darkness before his eyes and sat back down in the chair while the staff and officers beside him hurried over to pat his back, shouting anxiously.

"It's alright, I just need to rest. No need to bring me lunch, just let me lie down."

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He was getting old, his blood pressure was high, and he had almost been angered to death.

Watching him being led away, the other frigate officers glanced at each other and scratched their heads.

"Sir, lunch is ready."

"Let's go, let the Marshal have a good rest."

The group was somewhat eager to head to the dining hall, where the standards of the carrier fleet's meals were quite high.

By the time they arrived, the place was already full of soldiers waiting for the officers to sit before they did, with a very strict hierarchy still in place.

Smelling the delicious aroma, a Brigadier General laughed and said, "My favorite seafood rice, to have a taste of home at sea is also pretty good."

Speaking, he dug in with a spoon, gave a thumbs up, and exclaimed with a smile, "Delicious!"

The others were already hungry, and listening to an old man prattle on was a double pressure on both body and mind. Seeing someone else enjoying their meal, they quickly joined in.

Suddenly,

The Brigadier General who started eating his seafood rice first trembled his hand, dropping his spoon to the floor, shouted in pain, and collapsed, rolling twice, foaming at the mouth with blood seeping from his nostrils, struggling for a moment, and then lay still!

This scene terrified everyone.

Before they could start panicking, wails and screams began echoing through the dining hall, and one by one soldiers and officers who were dining collapsed like dominos.

Some of them even lost control of their bodily functions, and the dining hall was immediately suffused with a stench!

"Help... help me!"

"Save me!!"

Even the chefs inside were lying motionless on the floor.

This damn culprit had taken down so many at once.

The soldiers from other areas, hearing the commotion, rushed in, only to discover a chaotic mosaic of strewn bodies in the dining room.

The arriving soldiers were shocked and weak in the knees, falling to the floor.

Crawling out with elbows, they screamed tearfully, yelling incomprehensibly!

That's when a rapid gunfire echoed from the port.

Four or five off-road vehicles smashed into the sentry post, sending the soldiers flying into the air, falling unconscious.

About twenty men, half on guard and the rest holding RPO-A style 93mm rocket launchers with aerosol bombs loaded, took aim at the Asturias Prince docked at the portside and fired straight into its soul!

Boom!

What warship could withstand such a hit at such close range?

The aircraft carrier burst open a huge hole!

The whole vessel began to tilt!

The alarm bells on board rang out sharply, but... only a few scattered soldiers were seen running in panic on the deck.

The port was a mess, with vendors who were selling outside screaming and running, though not far before hiding in corners to watch the chaos unfold.

The Asturias Prince, a light aircraft carrier, was frail to the core; the explosion had virtually left it for dead, damaging other ships as well, with a mast crashing down and crushing the bridge of another military vessel!

With that, oh well, the Spanish Navy was basically done for!

"Retreat!"

The attackers withdrew in a well-organized manner, clearly not your average person's capability.

Squeak, squeak~

The Asturias Prince began to lean, and then a mast crashed onto the port, shattering the ground.

Osman de Léso, lying rested in his dormitory, felt his body drifting in a daze.

"General! General!"

Someone was pushing him with a cry in their voice; he suddenly opened his eyes, saw his guard very anxious, "Hurry, we have to go, the ship is collapsing!"

"???"

Osman de Léso thought he was joking, an aircraft carrier bending? But he could no longer laugh when things in the dormitory started to crash down, and he rolled off the bed without noticing.

What!

Is it really tilting?!

The guard pulled him and rushed out.

The old man struggled to catch his breath, "What about the others? What about the others?"

But the guard didn't care for his questions; to have the luck to escape with him was fortunate enough.