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by Dale Brown


  slid open, and the single CSRL launcher ejected a SLAM guided missile

  into the slipstream. The missile fell about fifty feet as its gyroscope

  stabilization system steadied the fifteen-hundred-pound missile; then,

  when the air data probes detected the proper airflow and deceleration

  parameters indicating a clean release from the Black Knight bomber, the

  powerful turbojet engine kicked in. Following the initial heading from

  the B-2's master computer, it descended to less than one hundred feet in

  the blink of an eye and steered immediately on course for the frigate,

  taking it on an "over-the-shoulder" trajectory as the B-2 sped away.

  Seven seconds later, the launcher had rotated and ejected a second

  missile. The radar operator on Yingtan had just reactivated the Sea

  Eagle air-search radar at that precise moment-and what he saw caused

  stars to shoot through his head. "Two aircraft, bearing two-eight-one,

  altitude two hundred meters, speed. . incoming missiles, incoming

  missiles, bearing two-eight-one, range fifteen miles, speed six hundred

  twenty knots, altitude twenty meters!" And then he made a fateful

  mistake-he shut down his radar a second time, thinking they were under

  attack by antiradar missiles again. The CIC officer in charge realized

  the Sea Eagle radar was down again, but hesitated a few seconds before

  ordering it reactivated so the antiaircraft guns could train on the

  supersonic targets. There were other supersonic antiradar missiles in

  the American arsenal, such as the HARM missile-this could be one of

  them. "Deploy decoys. Bridge, CIC, incoming missiles, evasive action,

  radar down." He waited a few seconds for the antiradar-missile decoys

  to be ejected, then ordered the Sea Eagle radar reactivated and the

  antiaircraft guns brought on-line. But at almost Mach one, it took only

  sixty seconds for the first SLAM missile to reach its target. With less

  than thirty seconds left in the first missile's flight, they had just

  enough time to acquire the missile and let the Sea Eagle search radar

  slave the I-band "Rice Lamp" fire-control radars on the incoming

  missiles. The 37-millimeter guns on the Yingtan were just as accurate

  as on the TACIT RAINBOW missiles, but only the two starboard mounts were

  committed this time. . The left half of the Super Multi Function

  Display was displaying video transmitted from the imaging infrared

  camera on the first SLAM missile, and even Henry Cobb, who normally sat

  with eyes caged straight ahead on his instrument panel, couldn't help

  but take a few glances at the picture as the missile bore into its

  target. The image was incrediblethe sea, seen as shimmering green

  streaks along the bottom of the picture, whizzed past like some sort of

  early sci-fi warp drive; and, in the center, the hot dot slowly enlarged

  and took the shape of a huge warship. The missile was right on course.

  Suddenly, several flashes of light could be seen popping from the

  warship. "They got a lock on the SLAM, " McLanahan said. On the right

  side of the SMFD, he touched the spinning circular cursor on the 3-D

  image of the destroyer, spoke "Change target, " then slid his finger to

  the left. The SLAM missile veered left in response. Just as the video

  image of the destroyer was about to disappear off the screen, McLanahan

  slid the cursor to the right, and the missile followed. A few seconds

  later, McLanahan replaced the cursor on the destroyer. "Thirty seconds

  to impact, " he told Cobb. "C'mon, baby, you can do it..." But his

  efforts were useless. As soon as the missile settled back on course to

  the destroyer, another large flash erupted, and the video went dark.

  "Dammit! Lost the first SLAM." The words SLAM 1 NO CONTACT flashed

  three times on the left half of the SMFD, then the video from the second

  missile filled the screen. "You're not getting this one, " Patrick said.

  Using the touchscreen, he pre-programmed a zigzag course for the second

  SLAM. "Hit that, you peckerheads..." The ship's defensive guns

  successfully hit the first SLAM seconds before it hit them, but the

  second missile was impossible to hit-it was all over the sky, skimming

  just a few meters above the water, and the guns could not keep up with

  it. The missile finally plowed into the starboard gunwale just below

  the number six 37-millimeter gun turret. The penetrating warhead cap,

  propelled by the missile's powerful rocket motor, drove the missile

  through the numbertwelve lifeboat on its davits and barely managed to

  pierce the heavy armor of the number-six gun turret before detonating

  the five-hundred-pound high-explosive. The blast ripped a gaping hole

  in the side of the frigate, killing the gun turret's ten-man crew and

  instantly knocking the gun out of commission. "Good hit!" Patrick

  McLanahan cried out. "One impact . . . only minor secondaries, good

  hit but no kill." The Super Multi Function Display automatically

  switched back to full integrated "God's-eye" view, and Patrick scanned

  the area. "Search radars ....... cancel that, search radars back up.

  Everybody's transmitting... I've got air-search radars at five o'clock

  and a new one at two o'clock. India-band missile radar's still up at

  five o'clock. Damn... we didn't knock out that frigate yet. So he can

  still launch missiles . Just then a "Missile Warning" light began to

  blink on both the Super Multi Function Display and the pilot's center

  CRT monitor. Patrick said, "Now I've got another Charlie-band missile

  director radar at one to two o'clock-that must be from the center

  destroyer." He was about to touch the electronic countermeasures icon

  on the bottom of the SMFD, but the computer had already brought the ECM

  status panel forward on the screen-and what he saw caused his throat to

  go instantly dry. "Charlie-band missile director . . . computer's

  calling it a DRBC-51 radar directing an HQ-91 SAM system... "A -91?"

  Cobb asked. "Shit, we're well inside that mother's range!"

  "I know, I know, " McLanahan moaned. He had spent too long screwing

  with the SLAM missiles and lost track of all the other warships around

  them. "All trackbreakers active, missile warning system and HAVE GLANCE

  jammers ready, chaff and flares ready, HARM missile programming against

  that radar... shit, shit! Charlie-band tracker changing to

  Charliethree command.. The "Missile Warning" indication changed to a

  "Missile Lock" warning. "Missile radar locked on!" McLanahan shouted.

  "Trackbreakers on... descend and accelerate if possible They were

  already as low as they could safely go at nightthe huge B-2 was less

  than one hundred feet above the Celebes Sea, with Cobb hand-flying the

  Black Knight, since the terrainfollowing computer would not fly the

  bomber overwater below two hundred feet. "C'mon, you guys, where the

  hell are you.... McLanahan was rewarded a second later with precise

  range and bearing information from his B-2 to the destroyer displayed on

  his SMFD. He knew he was not using radars or lasers to get that

  data-that meant that his wingman, the second B-2 stealth bomber in his

  attack formation, was ranging on the destroyer and data-s
haring the

  information with him. The question was, who was going to get there

  first? CHINESE DESTROYER JINAN "Locked onto first air target, " the

  operator of Jinan 's aft HQ91 missile fire control radar reported.

  "Slight jamming on lower bands, switching to frequency-agile mode...

  Temporarily clear of jamming, ready with missile detector, sir."

  "Understood, " the chief of the Jinan 's Combat Information Center

  replied. "Aft launcher, report." In the large aft missile magazine, a

  large eighteen-missile rotating drum dropped an HQ-9 1 onto a rail and

  fed it forward to an open station, where four missileers snapped large

  triangular fins on the nose and tail sections of the missile body. Two

  other technicians made a fast check of the finning process, and the

  missile was sent forward, erected, and rammed upwards onto the launcher

  rails. A second magazine crew had done the same with a second missile

  for the twin-rail launcher. As the missiles clicked into place on the

  launcher, a continuity check was automatically performed and an

  electronic report received from each missile-if the "report" was missing

  or erroneous, the launcher would immediately swivel over and down and

  spit the bad missile down an armored safety chute for examination or

  disposal. Thirty seconds after the alert was sounded, the aft launcher

  was loaded and ready, with two more missiles belowdecks finned and

  ready. "Aft launcher reports ready, sir, " the aft launch operator

  reported. "Deck clear, stand by to launch on three, two, one, launch...

  "The HQ-91 missiles operator checked his readouts, gripped the launch

  handle, squeezed the safety grip, pulled the trigger, and hit the launch

  button with his thumb. "Missile one away . . . missile two . . .

  !"

  "Incoming missiles!" one of the Sea Eagle radar operators suddenly

  shouted. "High-speed, bearing two-four-one degrees.. ." Two AGM-84E

  SLAM missiles from the second B-2 Black Knight in McLanahan's attack

  formation had detected the HQ-9I missile fire-control radar and horned

  in on it just after missile launch. But like the TACIT RAINBOW

  missiles, the SLAMS were big, subsonic targets, and easy for the

  destroyer to lock on radar. The vessel's guns began firing, and with

  full radar tracking and fire control, they could not miss-both SLAMS

  were destroyed well before they reached Jinan. But that left them

  vulnerable to two HARM missiles fired from McLanahan's B-2. Like TACIT

  RAINBOW, the HighSpeed Anti-Radar Missiles horned in on enemy radar

  transmission, but instead of cruising to their targets over long

  distances and being very inviting targets for enemy gunfire, HARM flew

  at speeds over Mach three and were often untouched or even undetectable.

  The longer Jinan kept radars on to track the incoming SLAM missiles, the

  easier it was for the HARMS to find their targets. The missiles horned

  in precisely on the fore and aft radar dishes of the "Fog Lamp"

  fire-control radars, hit, and exploded. Although the HARMs only hit the

  emitters on the tall foreand-aft antenna masts on the destroyer Jinan,

  and the two HARMs' warheads were a scant fifty pounds, the results in

  the Combat Information Center belowdecks were as disruptive as a nuclear

  bomb blast. All the cabin and console lights in CIC flicked off

  immediately, replaced by emergency lights for the cabin only-most of the

  weapons control systems were dead or in rest. "Hold your positions!"

  the CIC officer shouted to his console and weapons technicians. "Put

  your sets in reset and stand by!" The CIC officer picked up the

  emergency batterypowered telephone. "Bridge, CIC, weapons systems and

  sensors in full reset. I say again, weapon systems in full reset.

  Over."

  "Bridge copies, " a reply came. "Missile impact on both main and aft

  mast." The CIC officer felt his jaw drop. Both masts-that meant both

  HQ-9I missile directors were down. The Sea Eagle search radar, which

  was still operational, could be used for fire control, but it was highly

  inaccurate. They could still direct attacks by the other patrol boats,

  however, but in just a split second a four-thousand-ton warship was

  rendered virtually impotent... ... But not entirely impotent. When the

  lights came back on a few moments later, most of the C1C's equipment was

  still in working order. "There's a second bomber out there somewhere,

  and I want it, " he shouted at his Combat Information Center crew. Get

  a report from up on deck, make sure all our weapons are clear to

  fire-the forward 100 and the aft HQ-91 launcher should both be clear. I

  want infrared and low-light sensor manned, and I want Sea Eagle slaved

  to the one-hundred-millimeter cannon and HQ-9 1. Bridge, CIC, I show

  the aft HQ-9 1 system still operational. Clear me to engage the second

  stealth bomber."

  "C-3 band uplink shut ....... search radar only, " McLanahan reported.

  "I think I got the missile director. Damn, I wish I could say thank you

  to those guys in the other B-2. I think they saved our bacon with those

  SLAM launches." His eyes were glued to the SMFD, checking the rear

  hemisphere tail warning radar for any sign of tracking Masurca missiles.

  But after two minutes, nothing appeared. Patrick took a deep breath, as

  if it were the first time all day he'd been able to breathe, and Cobb

  rustled uneasily in his seat as the threat from the destroyer passed-for

  Cobb, that was akin to a wild shout of relief. McLanahan said, "Still

  got two India-band control radars at two o'clock. Give me thirty

  degrees left, let's give these guys a wide berth." He opened the left

  bomb bay and readied two more HARM missiles of his own to engage the

  patrol boats. "Search radar only, six o'clock... that destroyer must

  still have its air-search radar on.. ." Patrick considered turning back

  to get within range of one more HARM missile launch at the destroyer's

  big search radar, or perhaps even a SLAM missile launch at the destroyer

  itself, but the patrol boat's gun-control radars ahead were a bigger

  threat now. With the destroyer's big threat, the HQ-9 1 surface-to-air

  missile, gone, the B-52s could take care of the destroyer now. . . 1

  "Tracking air target at bearing three-four-two, range eleven miles and

  increasing, altitude less than eighty meters.. ." The radar operator

  quickly checked the track history of that target; it had none. It had

  literally appeared out of nowhere, right in the middle of the Chinese

  fleet, and it was about to disappear once again... So this is what a

  stealth bomber looked like on radar! "Commit aft HQ-91 missiles, " the

  CIC officer aboard Jinan ordered. "Yes, sir... aft HQ-9I missiles

  showing faulted, track error." "Bypass it. Slave to the Sea Eagle

  system for command guidance. "Copy... fault log cleared, HQ-9I slaved

  to air-search radar only, no target illuminations, beam-riding mode only

  . launcher crew reports ready."

  "Four-missile salvo . . . shoot." It was the definition of a long

  shot all the way-a faint radar return from the suspected stealth bomber,

  no solid lock-on, heavy jamming, no target illumination for the HQ-91 to
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br />   follow, no lead-computing mathematics or sophisticated intercept

  trigonometry, no proximity detonation-the missiles were going to either

  miss or hit the target square-on. The second B-2 had the unfortunate

  luck to make a slight turn to line up on a Chinese patrol boat that had

  locked onto it with a fire-control radar. The first HQ-9I streaked by

  just to the left of the bomber, but the second of the four-missile salvo

  hit the Black Knight on the left wing, exploding and turning the entire

  left side of the high-tech bomber into a huge yellow fireball in

  seconds. The bomber hit the warm waters of the Celebes Sea with the

  force of a car crusher, killing the crew instantly. The

  boomerang-shaped aircraft cartwheeled edge-on across the water for

  several thousand yards before plunging into the waters and disappearing

  from sight forever. "Target hit! Good hit on number-two aircraft!" A

  cheer went up in Jinan 's Combat Information Center... ... but it was

  very short-lived. "Warning! Incoming missiles, multiple contacts,

  bearing . . . opposite side, one-four-three, range thirty miles,

  altitude. . . altitude less than fifty metet speed six hundred

  knots!" It had to be the Tomahawk missiles, the ones that had vived

  Kafeng 's counterattack. "Radio to all vessels, missile warning, direct

  defensive fire on. "B-52 bombers launching missiles, bearing

  two-zero-LIFE, range fifty-one nautical miles... encountering heavy

  jamrnlr now, all frequencies . Missiles coming from two sides now. . .

  one, maybe n B-2s roaming around. . . a B-52 that everyone has lost

  track of... things were not going well all of a sudden. At less than

  thirty miles' range, the Tomahawk missiles were his first priority.

  Captain Jhijun screamed so loud into the intercom that it probably

  didn't need an amplifier: "CIC, bridge, I need an intercept estimate.

  Can you get the Iomahawk missiles?"

  "Jamming is heavy, but I think we can manually maintain a lock.

  Intercept confidence is good. But the number of inbounds is unknown...

  "Engage as many as you can, ' Jhijun said. "Our close-in weapons should

  get the rest." Along with its 130-millimeter, and 25-millimeter

  antiaircraft guns, the destroyer Jinan carried two American-made Mk IS

 

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