The six lightweight tactical nuclear bombs had not been fitted with MIRVs, but each still carried a yield of one hundred kilotons.
Six of them amounted to six hundred kilotons, already on the level of strategic nuclear weapons.
If they detonated at this distance, none of the fleets present, aside from the French fleet, would be able to escape.
There would be no need for any undersea monster—they would wipe themselves out.
Zhao Weiguo stared fixedly at the Virginia-class nuclear submarine that had crashed onto the Aegis destroyer and roared himself nearly hoarse, "Continue retreating at full speed! Move into the thirty-nautical-mile firing range! Send the carrier air wing forward for support!"
Not far away, Russia's aircraft carrier Kuznetsov was already billowing smoke that darkened the sky, burning heavy fuel oil as it desperately fled the waters.
If those nuclear warheads detonated in sympathy, they would evaporate on the spot!
Inside the Eagle Country fleet's command center, Commander Damon had gone pale and was trembling all over. He too stared at the nuclear submarine, inwardly regretting why the Department of Defense had sent it here in the first place, having completely forgotten how fiercely he himself had argued for it.
Fortunately, the submarine did not explode again. Instead, it plunged straight into the water. Seawater poured into it in great torrents, extinguishing every flame that had been burning within.
The multibillion-dollar nuclear submarine, along with the hundreds of crew members sealed inside it, slowly sank into the freezing seabed. Seeing this, Damon actually let out a long breath.
The crew inside had probably already been thrown to their deaths by the tremendous inertia when the submarine burst out of the water.
Their deaths could be considered sacrifices for their country...
"Fall back and spread out immediately. Use naval guns to