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The first Brahmos missile streaked straight by the gunfire intended for it, conducting an elaborate ‘S’ maneuver. The
Lanzhou
had a good intercept angle on the second missile and it shattered under the anti-air fire. But the first missile passed by the bow and slammed through the stern of the
Fuzhou
as it completed its evasive turn. The massive fireball shredded the aft of the ship just as the ship’s propellers detached from its driving shafts and flew over the
Lanzhou
and its stunned bridge crew before splashing into the waters on the other side…

The
Fuzhou
instantly started taking on seawater as its forward momentum died away. The thick black column of smoke rising from the aft of the ship and the licks of flame rising into the air left no doubt about its fate. Those lucky sailors on the front of the ship who survived the impact began jumping into the ocean while other ships launched helicopters for rescue operations.

But while the
Fuzhou
lay gutted, the
Haikou
and the
Lanzhou
had even more threats pop up from the northwest as a swarm of subsonic Klub anti-ship missiles began heading in. These had been launched from Admiral Surakshan’s surface-action-group destroyers in coordination with the Su-30s from the Andaman and Nicobar Islands. The Klubs were high subsonic speed missiles and much slower than the Brahmos, but if allowed to go unchecked, they could ravage the Chinese ships.

The
Lanzhou
also detected the radar emissions from the Ka-31 AEW helicopters of the Indian Navy, and that revealed to them the general location of the Indian ships over the horizon.

The other two Sovremenny class ships immediately went into action against this threat. Both the
Hangzhu
and the
Ningbo
headed straight towards the northwest. The
Haikou
went into action as well as it steamed at full speed to take position alongside the two Sovremenny ships as the twenty-eight Klub missiles bored in.

The
Haikou
fired a salvo of HQ-9 missiles as fast as they could be cycled through the onboard CIC computers. In all, seventeen Klub missiles were shredded from the skies before the
Lanzhou
caught up as well and took down all of the remainder except for two which were accounted for by the close-in guns. In doing so, they had cycled all of their onboard supply of HQ-9s.

Exactly as they had been expected to by Admiral Surakshan.

Now the Indian ships began launching their onboard anti-ship variants of the Brahmos missiles using the cueing information from the long-range P-8Is far to the south, keeping the Chinese fleet under long-range observation. Within seconds, eleven Brahmos missiles had been launched from seven major Indian surface warships. The longer ranged Brahmos allowed them to stay out of range of the Moskits on board the Chinese Sovremenny ships, which could be as deadly as the Brahmos. 

              But the Indians weren’t the only ones using Ka-31 helicopters today. The
Hangzhu
had launched its own Ka-31 AEWs minutes before while the Klubs had bored in. These helicopters quickly spotted the stealth ship INS
Satpura
over the horizon as it screened ahead of the surface ships using its AEW helicopters. Both the
Hangzhu
and
Ningbo
fired their supersonic Moskits at the Indian ship just as the Brahmos missiles appeared over the horizon. 

But now the 052C air-defense ships were out of HQ-9s to intercept these deadly threats, and all ships launched their far less effective shorter-range anti-air missiles into the sky.

To no avail.  

The
Hangzhu
and the
Ningbo
as well as all other Chinese warships also opened up with their close-in weapons and filled the skies with a barrage of bullets, knocking out three Brahmos missiles in that desperate melee before the final eight missiles crisscrossed through the Chinese fleet and broke through to their targets…

A series of thunderous explosions ripped through the calm seas and eight orange-yellow fireballs rose to the skies in quick succession, visible for kilometers around. By the time the noise dissipated away, seven columns of black smoke were rising.

The
Lanzhou
had been ripped into two by successive impact from two Brahmos missiles near the same location on the hull. Its bow listed to port and the ship sank quickly below the roiled waters.

The
Haikou
was dead in the water, its superstructure gutted from bow to stern and fires raging as sailors jumped overboard. The
Hangzhu
was still moving while its crew attempted to control the fires raging aft. The
Ningbo
was already listing heavily and its hull was far below the waterline.

Behind the line of gutted and sinking major warships, two other fleet support ships were also gone and a massive thunderclap announced the death of the fleet’s resupply tanker as it exploded into pieces…

To the northwest, the
Satpura
wasn’t in much better shape.

Four of the incoming six Moskits had been engaged and destroyed by the ship. One more fell to close-in guns moments before the last Moskit had ripped through the hull. The
Satpura
was utterly decimated.

The surviving Indian sailors were jumping overboard from the burning hull just as Sea-King helicopters from the other ships of the group began arriving over the horizon.

Within the hour the bow of the
Satpura
slipped below the waters of the ocean and sank, taking with it the bodies of most of its crew.

JUNWEI-KONGJUN

BEIJING

DAY 11 + 1700 HRS

“I don’t
care
if you cannot raise them! Get some people on the ground down there if you have to!” Feng slammed the phone down.

He stood there, his arm quivering with rage as his palm tried to crush the phone. He turned around to see Chen walk into the center, returning the salutes from several mid-grade staff officers. The General’s orderly took his uniform overcoat and peak-cap and left the room.

Chen walked over.

“What’s the situation at Golmud?” he asked just as Feng released the phone from his death-grip and took a deep breath.

“
Not
good,” he replied after a few seconds. “We cannot raise anybody over there on the comms. No radio, no telephone. The local army garrison commander witnessed the attack from long-range and called his command to report sighting
nuclear
detonation mushroom clouds over Golmud! General Yongju from the C-M-C called up to confirm this and I told them there was no such event recorded at our end.”

“Conventional unitary warheads?” Chen asked.

“Have to be,” Feng replied. “That garrison commander saw mushroom clouds for sure, just that they weren’t nuclear detonations. I told the General to get me in touch with that garrison commander at Golmud. I just got off the phone with him.”

Chen nodded and both men walked out of the conference room into the main center. It was lined with rows of communications gear and map displays on the walls. The room was occupied with more than two dozen air-force officers as they controlled the large scale PLAAF operations. Right now, the center was filled with the cacophony of an air-force headquarters in chaos attempting to regain control of a fast deteriorating war.

Normally Feng and Chen would be at their Chengdu-Lanzhou unified MRAF center, controlling a curious mix of tactical and strategic operations that such large regional commands entailed. For now, however, Wencang had asked them to operate from here now that the war had stopped being tactical. Feng regretted his loss of tactical control of the units in theater. But he also understood that he was needed here now.

Of course, it helps now that the strategic and tactical aspects are one and the same
…He thought, looking at the large wall display of Tibet.

“What’s the tactical situation out there?” Chen asked. “Who has operational airborne control?”

“That’s what I am trying to find out right now. 26
TH
Division headquarters say that they have lost all contact with their detachment at Golmud,” Feng noted as he crossed his arms.

“That’s not surprising, is it?” Chen said dryly.

“No, it is not,” Feng continued. “I have ordered tankers from Wugong airbase to meet up with the J-11s over Golmud to refuel them and keep them on station with the last remaining KJ-2000 AWACS until we can get reinforcements up there. We…” Feng rubbed his forehead, “…lost several special mission aircraft on the ground at Golmud along with a few fighters. That’s going to cost us in the long run. We don’t have enough airborne-radar aircraft now to maintain continuous presence. We could use the last remaining KJ-2000 from Korla for specific operations but not for continuous patrolling. What’s worse, we lost the 821 brigade detachment at Golmud as well.”

Chen frowned at that and rubbed his tired eyes with his fingers. The losses they had just incurred would be painful for operations and both men knew it. Several seconds later he walked over to the phone and picked it up.

“I think it’s better that Wencang hears this from me before Liu grabs him by the collar demanding an explanation!” Chen said and then waited on the line. A few seconds of silence later, Chen livened up:

“Chen here. You are not going to like this at all. I…” Chen was cut mid-sentence as Wencang took over the conversation. All Feng could hear was some distant voice on the phone as Chen raised his eyebrows in surprise. Chen got off the phone and looked at Feng.

“So it looks like Liu is already aware of the situation,” Chen said as he absorbed what all he had been told by Wencang. “He also told me that on Liu’s advice, Peng has ordered all C-M-C members to move to the national wartime operations center outside of Beijing. The 2
ND
Artillery boys are running the show now!”

day 12

CHINESE NATIONAL COMMAND CENTER

WEST OF BEIJING

DAY 12 + 0400 HRS

“I think I have heard just about enough of you! Colonel Dianrong, get the commanders from 818, 819 and 820 Brigades online right
now!
” Liu thundered and slammed the table. The force of it shook the civilian party leaders in the room.

But Liu’s opponent in the room was not intimidated that easily. 

“
Colonel!
Stay that order!” Wencang shouted with a finger pointed at Colonel Dianrong who had the phone in his hand. The force of the order from Wencang caused him to pause mid-way. 

“
You
are out of line, Wencang!” Liu’s voice was shaking with rage. He was not used to having his orders questioned, let alone dismissed.

“And
you
do not have the authority to make unilateral decisions on this matter!” Wencang shouted back and gestured at Chairman Peng, who was quite shaken by force of the argument between his senior military commanders. He knew that his authority within China was only enforced by the uniformed people in this room.

If that disappeared…?

“Are you
insane
, Wencang?” Liu shouted back. “We have
already
been attacked with
ballistic
-missiles! Would you rather we wait till our forces are completely wiped out? Just like Golmud? If we
don’t
strike now we will only embolden the Indians into striking deeper and harder! My men died under your command at Golmud.
You
may be fine losing your command and your air war, but
I
will turn the entire subcontinent into a pile of ash before I lose mine!”

Liu turned again to Dianrong, his aide-de-camp. The Colonel was currently stuck in a very nasty position.