Siheyuan: I, Shazhu, started out as an army and became a general.

East China Sea, waters northwest of Diaoyu Islands.

The sky was like a black pot that had been turned upside down, with strong winds and high waves.

A wooden double-trawler fishing boat painted with "Minyu 402" was violently rocking in the three-meter-high swell, like a withered leaf that could be torn apart at any moment.

Captain Chen, shirtless, his muscular physique purplish-brown from the sea breeze and covered in salt crystals, gripped the helm tightly, his feet seemingly rooted to the ground. He roared at the few young men swaying precariously on deck:

"Screw you! Stand up straight! This sea is our ancestors' land; we'd rather die than lose face here!"

Two hundred meters directly in front of him.

A massive steel ship, flying a glaring Rising Sun flag, ruthlessly cut into the fishing boat's path like a moving hill.

That was a Japanese Maritime Self-Defense Force Ayanami-class destroyer. With a displacement of over two thousand tons, it was an absolute sea wolf in the East China Sea at that time.

"Chinese fishing boat ahead! This is Japanese territorial waters! Stop immediately for inspection! Otherwise, we will take coercive measures!"

The Chinese blaring from the loudspeaker was harsh and grating, its inherent arrogance making one's teeth itch.

"Go to hell with your territorial waters!" Grandpa Chen spat a mouthful of phlegm into the sea. "That's Diaoyu Islands! When my grandpa was fishing here, you bunch of little devils were still playing in the mud in your open-crotch pants!"

Before he could finish speaking...

"boom--!"

A high-pressure water cannon, like a giant white python, roared out from the side of the Japanese ship and slammed heavily onto the bridge of the "Minyu 402".

The glass shattered, shards flying everywhere. Several young men were thrown to the ground by the force, their blood instantly staining the deck red.

"Grandpa! The servo is stuck! These bastards are trying to drive us onto the reef!" The first mate wiped the blood from his face, his voice filled with despair.

On the bridge of the Japanese warship.

Captain Sato lowered his binoculars, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"A bunch of ignorant ants." He straightened his crisp uniform collar, his eyes looking at the roadside trash as if he were looking at garbage. "Teach them a lesson. Get closer, use the wake to flip them over, and then say it was an accident, a shipwreck, it happens all the time."

The massive Japanese warship began to turn, its huge propellers stirring up a deadly vortex, its steel hull carrying an overwhelming force as it approached the wooden fishing boat.

Compared to this steel behemoth, the "Minyu 402" looked so ridiculous and so fragile.

Looking at the ship full of wailing wounded soldiers, and staring intently at the approaching Rising Sun Flag, a fire suddenly ignited in Grandpa Chen's cloudy old eyes.

That was the resolute determination of a wild beast driven to the brink, ready to bare its fangs.

"Damn it, this is outrageous..."

He shakily pulled out a stack of crumpled yellow papers from his pocket, and then took out an empty bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).

"puff--!"

He sprayed a mouthful of strong liquor onto the yellow paper, struck a match, and the flames crackled and flickered in the wind. Grandpa Chen let the flames lick his calloused hands without even flinching.

"Goddess Mazu above! Your unfilial son Chen Afu is afraid he will be unable to offer incense to you this year!"

"Snapped!"

The burning yellow paper was slammed onto the helm, the firelight reflecting off the deeply furrowed face, making him look like an angry Vajra.

"Kids! Go to the aft cabin and put on your life jackets! We're abandoning this ship!"

"Grandpa, what are you doing?!"

"What are you doing?" Grandpa Chen slammed the accelerator pedal to the floor, and the old diesel engine roared as if it were dying, billowing out thick black smoke.

"Get him!"

"These old bones of mine are still alive! And this ship still has three inches of iron at the bow!"

"I refuse to believe that this hard-hearted Chinese nation can't withstand the thin iron sheet of those little devils!"

"May Mazu protect us! Sink it!!"

Like a mad bull, the "Minyu 402" charged at full speed through the raging waves, braving the barrage of water cannons, and drew a desperate arc towards the most vulnerable side of the Japanese warship!

At this moment, it is not a fishing boat, it is a warship!

"Madmen! They've gone mad!" Captain Sato's fake smile froze instantly. He gripped the walkie-talkie and screamed, "Hard starboard! Evacuate! Evacuate immediately!"

late.

When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave one will prevail!

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening roar, enough to send chills down your spine, drowned out the howling of the waves.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and steel plates twisted.

The bow of the fishing boat, weighing tens of tons, rammed violently into the port side of the Japanese warship, propelled by the force of the waves. Although it failed to sink the steel behemoth, it tore a shocking gash through the arrogant hull!

The violent jolt caused Sato to tumble off his chair, his hat flying off, leaving him looking like a stray dog.

"Baka yarou! Counterattack! Seize them! I'm going to hang all these mad dogs from the mast!"

……

Twenty minutes later.

The "Minyu 402" was half-sunken, with broken logs and oil slicks floating on the sea surface; it was the final lament of this old ship.

Grandpa Chen and six fishermen were bound hand and foot and forced to kneel on the slippery deck of the Japanese warship. Behind them stood Self-Defense Force soldiers, armed to the teeth and grinning menacingly.

Sato, clutching his bleeding forehead, kicked Grandpa Chen hard in the face.

"You bumped into me? Hmm? You've got guts, huh? You Chinese pig!"

Grandpa Chen's mouth was full of blood, and his teeth were loose, but he still held his head high and spat a mouthful of blood onto Sato's shiny leather boots.

"Pah! You bastards! When our country's warships arrive, you'll all be feeding turtles!"

"A warship? Hahahaha!"

Sato seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and he pointed at the vast sea and burst into laughter, his laughter full of sarcasm.

"Old man, have you lost your mind? Where are your warships? Are they repairing the earth in the dock? Or are you hoping those few rickety sampans can swim over?"

He crouched down, patted Grandpa Chen's blood-stained face, and said in a sinister tone:

"Look closely, this is the edge of international waters. Might makes right! The warships of our Great Japanese Empire are kings here! Even if I throw you all overboard to feed the sharks right now, nobody will know, and nobody will dare to interfere!"

"Pass on my order! Bring these 'spies' back! I want the whole world to see the consequences of provoking us!"

Sato stood up, straightened his disheveled clothes, and prepared to bask in the glory of victory.

Just then.

"drop--!!!"

A piercing alarm blared abruptly, tearing through the air inside the bridge.

Immediately afterwards, the soprano let out a scream as if he had seen a ghost.

"Captain... Captain! Below! Right below us!"

"What? A whale? What are you yelling about!" Sato turned around impatiently.

The sonic soldier ripped off his headphones, his face ashen, his body trembling violently, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

"No...it's an active sonar lock-on signal! Someone has opened the water injection valves on the torpedo launch tubes!"

"The distance... is only fifty meters below our keel!"

Sato's pupils contracted sharply in an instant, and a chill ran straight up from his tailbone to the top of his head.

Fifty meters below the keel?

This depth, this ability to remain silent...

It's a submarine!