Anti-Japanese War: The whole world is a base vehicle

"Is this the Yukikaze?" On the Qiongzhou Strait, the captain of the transport ship looked at the gradually clearer outline of the warship heading towards them in the distance, his eyes full of confusion and astonishment, and he couldn't help but be a little dazed.

He rubbed his eyes hard, as if he couldn't believe what he saw, and thought to himself, if he remembered correctly, this should be the Yukikaze.

The unique ship shape is highly recognizable even on the vast ocean, just like a unique logo deeply imprinted in his memory.

But why is it here?
This question was like an invisible hand, tightly gripping the captain's heart.

In his opinion, the Yukikaze should be on the mainland, or carrying out other assigned missions. How could it appear in the Qiongzhou Strait without any warning?
"Strange, shouldn't it be in the mainland?" The second mate was also surprised and couldn't help but blurt out.

"Use flag signals to indicate our identity." The Japanese captain tried to calm himself. He knew very well that in this vast ocean, facing emergencies, the only way to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings or conflicts was to state one's own position first.

"Hay." The second mate responded loudly.

The flag operators immediately used the dancing flags to weave a code representing their identity on the sea, conveying their message to the mysteriously appearing Yukikaze.

Unfortunately, the Yukikaze on the opposite side remained indifferent and did not respond at all.

It just lay there quietly on the sea, like a cold steel island, ignoring the flag signals from the transport ship.

The huge ship exuded an elusive aura and stood out particularly in the turbulent Qiongzhou Strait.

"Baga, why is there no response?" the second mate shouted angrily.

His face flushed red and veins popped out on his forehead, as if he had been greatly insulted.

In his opinion, the Yukikaze's indifferent attitude was a contempt and provocation towards them, which made the anger in his heart burn fiercely and he couldn't suppress it.

"Wait a little longer." The Japanese captain shook his head. He thought they could wait a little longer.

There was a hint of anxiety and confusion in his eyes, but he still tried to remain calm.

Maybe the other party didn’t see it, he comforted himself in this way.

So he asked the flag operator to continue waving the flag, and the flag rustled in the sea breeze, as if anxiously calling for the attention of the Yukikaze.

The flag operator's arms kept waving, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. He tried his best to make the flag signals more eye-catching and accurate.

In the end, there was still no movement.

This made the Japanese captain frown. What did the other party mean?
His heart was filled with anxiety and confusion.

In other words, they have no communication channel with each other. Otherwise, they could send telegrams via radio, which might solve this puzzling mystery and explain why the Yukikaze was so abnormally silent.

The captain sighed helplessly and could only watch the Yukikaze continue to slowly approach, but he was powerless to do anything and had no idea what fate would be waiting for them.

"Captain, how about generating electricity without coding?" The second mate's eyes lit up and he suggested.

In his opinion, since the flag signals received no response, clear code transmission might be the only way to break the deadlock.

There was a hint of expectation in his eyes, as if he had already seen that after the plain text telegram was sent, the Yukikaze would immediately respond and resolve the disturbing dilemma before them.

It's impossible that I can't receive it again, right?

He was secretly certain in his heart that this was the most feasible solution at the moment.

"But that would expose our coordinates." The Japanese captain frowned and said hesitantly.

After saying this, he immediately cursed himself in his heart for being so stupid.

Isn't this sea area the sphere of influence of their warships now?
So what if we can generate electricity in clear code?

There is no need to be so cautious.

However, he did not know at this time that a mysterious fleet had appeared in this sea area at some point, like a ghost hidden in the dark, quietly changing the situation.

The main reason was that there were serious problems with the transmission and integration of intelligence within the Japanese army. They did not investigate this key information clearly, and for some strategic or face considerations, they chose to conceal it and did not want to disclose it to the public.

As a result, these transport ships were ruined.

After all, with their qualifications and status, they are definitely not qualified to know these high-level secrets.

The Yukikaze continued to approach silently, like the god of death, but it refused to send a signal.

As a result, even after sending the telegram in plain text, which was full of expectations, there was still no response.

The atmosphere on the entire transport ship became increasingly solemn. The crew members looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion and anxiety.

Do not!
This time there was a response.

However, this response was like a nightmare.

Because they saw the other side change direction, the huge ship twisted slowly, drawing a cold arc on the sea, and the ship's guns also began to move slowly.

The black muzzle seemed like the gaping mouth of the god of death, revealing endless chill and intimidation, instantly making everyone's heart rise to their throat.

"Baga, what is it doing?" the Japanese captain couldn't help but gasp and asked.

His voice trembled due to extreme shock and fear, and his eyes were fixed on the Yukikaze, as if trying to find the answer from the steel giant.

"Captain, is it going to attack us?" The second mate's sudden words scared the Japanese captain.

Countless horrific images flashed through his mind in an instant. The transport ship was torn to pieces by the gunfire, and the crew members were buried in the sea with screams.

This sudden speculation made his face turn pale in an instant, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

The result was just as he expected.

The Yukikaze's 50-caliber twin 127mm guns began to pour fire at the transport ship.

boom!
boom!
boom!
The deafening sound of the cannons was like thunder, causing waves on the sea.

Rays of fire shot out from the muzzle, roaring towards the transport ship with a breath of destruction.

Unfortunately, the hit rate was not good. Some of these shells fell into the sea, splashing huge water columns, like white fountains blooming on the sea; some flew past the edge of the transport ship, and the airflow they created caused the hull to shake slightly.

Although the transport ship was not hit, the close threat of death still frightened the Japanese captain.

"Baga, has the Yukikaze gone crazy?" the Japanese captain roared angrily.

His eyes were red, like burning flames, and the anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt.

He just couldn't understand why the Yukikaze, which belonged to the same Japanese camp, would attack them. This was simply an unreasonable and crazy act.

Unfortunately, it was useless because the enemy did not stop attacking. Shells continued to fly out of the muzzle of the Yukikaze and rushed towards the transport ship mercilessly.

Colonel Doi Sadashichi on the ship was also shocked.

He was originally quite relaxed in the cabin. Although he had encountered some setbacks before, he had at least boarded the transport ship and thought that he could finally evacuate safely.

He also didn't expect that there would be artillery fire?

Isn't this on the sea? In his opinion, the sea should be relatively safe.

When he heard the sound of artillery fire, he thought it was the enemy's fighter planes chasing him. After all, it was common to be attacked in the air.

When I got to the deck and took a look, I was immediately shocked.

Because he also saw that the Yukikaze was firing, the fierce artillery fire made him realize the seriousness of the situation in an instant, and a deep despair surged in his heart, as if the scythe of the god of death was raised high and could fall at any time to take their lives.

"Why did the Yukikaze fire at us?" This was the last image that flashed through Colonel Doi Sadashichi's mind.

His eyes were full of fear and confusion, as if he was still trying to find the truth behind this inexplicable betrayal at the last moment of his life.

However, fate did not give him a chance to answer, because a shell hit the deck directly. The shell, wrapped in the breath of death, broke through the air barrier with the force of thunder and slammed into the transport ship.

In an instant, a violent explosion released huge energy, which instantly blew him to pieces.

His body dissipated in the flames and smoke, like a candle in the wind, being ruthlessly blown out. He didn't even have time to let out a scream before he disappeared forever on the vast ocean.

"Avoid, avoid." The Japanese captain roared madly, his voice became sharp and piercing because of extreme fear.

His eyes were wide open, veins bulged on his forehead, and he desperately commanded the crew, trying to save the transport ship that was on the verge of extinction.

Unfortunately it was already too late.

The two torpedoes were like two deadly ghosts, one black and one white. They cut through the deep blue sea and attacked the transport ship, one in front and one behind.

They shuttle silently in the sea, but carry enough power to destroy everything. Their sharp heads are like arrows of death. Wherever they pass, the sea water is stirred up.

Not long after, it crashed directly into the transport ship.

boom!
boom!
A violent explosion suddenly sounded, and the hull of the transport ship was blown into pieces like fragile paper.

Fragments of wood and steel flew everywhere, like a horrific rain of metal and wood, mercilessly falling on the sea.

Flames burned fiercely among the wreckage, and black smoke billowed straight into the sky, turning the sea into a scene of doomsday.

The Japanese soldiers who managed to survive were floundering in the sea. They were like rats falling into the water, struggling in fear, trying to grasp the last glimmer of hope.

Some waved their arms desperately, trying to swim away; others clung to the floating wooden boards tightly, their eyes filled with despair and desire to survive.

Then, those Japanese soldiers who had managed to survive were greeted by a barrage of bullets.

Da da da!
The dense gunfire echoed on the sea like the laughter of death.

Bullets poured down like raindrops, mercilessly shooting at the Japanese soldiers struggling in the sea.

Each bullet carried cold murderous intent, instantly penetrating their bodies and splashing bright red blood in the sea.

Soon, the entire sea surface was dyed red with blood.

Then, as the last bit of struggle stopped, the sea slowly returned to calm, leaving only floating wreckage and endless silence, as if a tragic battle had never taken place here. Only the sea water dyed red by blood silently told the tragedy that had just happened.

.........

Vice Admiral Goga Keijiro of the Qiongzhou Naval Garrison was sitting at his desk in his office, frowning slightly, listening to his subordinates' reports with a serious expression.

There was a hint of majesty and doubt in his deep eyes, as if he had a premonition that some trouble was waiting for him.

"What did you say? The transport ship we sent to rescue the 228th Regiment has lost its signal?" Goga Keijiro suddenly raised his head, his eyes shooting like lightning at the communications staff officer who came to report, his voice filled with obvious surprise and anger.

The sound echoed in the slightly empty room, making the atmosphere instantly tense.

"Ha." The communications staff officer who came to report responded immediately. He stood straight with a hint of nervousness and uneasiness on his face. He did not dare to slack off in responding to the lieutenant general's questioning.

"Baga, what's going on?" asked Vice Admiral Keijiro Goga in a raised voice again, his brows furrowed even tighter, and the anger in his eyes seemed like it would burst out at any time.

He really couldn't understand why the transport ship suddenly lost its signal. There must be some unknown accident hidden in it.

"Hai, the specific situation is unclear, but we received a clear-text telegram not long ago, sent by the transport ship Longxi Maru." The communications staff hurriedly explained, his speech speed unconsciously speeding up, trying to inform the lieutenant general of the situation as soon as possible to relieve the pressure he was under at the moment.

"What's the content?" Vice Admiral Goga Keijiro felt something was wrong and asked quickly.

His heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition became stronger and stronger. His intuition told him that the content of this telegram might not be good news.

"The content is as follows: Why did the Yukikaze attack us?" the communications staff quickly reported, his voice trembling slightly, as if just by repeating the content of the telegram, one could feel the fear and confusion contained in it.

As these words rang out in the room, Goga Keijiro's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Baga, that Yukikaze appears again?"

"Hayi, if there is no accident, it should be this one. It is like a ghost." The communications staff officer said hurriedly.

"Baga, take back what you said." Vice Admiral Keijiro Goga glared at him.

ghost?

Isn't this creating fear?

But he didn't expect that the ship was in the south.

How come it appears here?

They also attacked his transport ship, which was really unexpected.

"General, could this Yukikaze be produced by the Chinese?" the communications staff asked cautiously.

"Baga, what are you talking about? Are the Chinese capable of producing the Yukikaze?" Vice Admiral Keijiro Goga's words were full of sarcasm.

It was obvious that he looked down on the Chinese for being able to build the Yukikaze.

"But if they are not Chinese, then whose are they?" The communications officer was even more confused. (End of this chapter)