Six lightweight tactical nukes. Although they weren't equipped with multiple warheads, each one had a yield equivalent to one hundred thousand tons.
That was six hundred thousand tons in total, a yield already on par with a strategic nuclear weapon.
If they detonated at this distance, none of the fleets present—with the exception of the French Fleet—would be able to escape.
They wouldn't have needed a sea monster; they would have annihilated themselves.
Zhao Weiguo stared intently at the Virginia-class Nuclear Submarine that had smashed onto the Zeus Destroyer, roaring until his voice was hoarse.
"Continue retreating at full speed! Move to the thirty-nautical-mile engagement zone! Carrier air wing, advance and provide support!"
Not far away, the Russian Fleet's Kuznetsov-class aircraft carrier was already belching thick smoke that blotted out the sky, burning heavy fuel oil as it desperately steamed away from the area.
