You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

The "Haifeng" approached the "Qingyang Maru".

He Bin stood in front of the glass window of the bridge and put down his binoculars.

The deck of that transport ship was densely packed with Japanese infantrymen dressed in khaki uniforms.

This is a fully loaded troop transport ship.

"Send light signals and use flag signals."

He Bin turned to the communications soldier and gave him an order.

"They were ordered to stop the ship immediately, and everyone threw their weapons into the sea in preparation for boarding inspection."

Any act of resistance will result in immediate sinking.

The searchlights blazed brightly, and a long and two short signal beams flashed continuously.

The signalman stood on the deck, waving the signal flag in his hand rapidly.

Inside the bridge of the "Keio Maru".

Major Yamada, the Japanese officer in charge of the ship, was looking at the approaching destroyer through binoculars.

When he saw the fluttering military flag, he was completely stunned.

Great Xia's warships?!

How is this possible?!

Wasn't the Great Xia navy completely wiped out by the Imperial Navy at Jiangyin Fortress and coastal ports long ago?

Where did this advanced-looking destroyer come from?

"Major, the enemy has sent a signal demanding that we stop our ships, lay down our arms, and surrender."

The first mate beside him was deathly pale and his voice was trembling.

The captain of the "Qingyang Maru" was a commoner in his fifties. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly stepped forward.

"Major, our tail rudder is broken, we can't escape at all."

The ship only had a few machine guns, while the enemy was a proper destroyer; a single salvo from its main guns could send us to the bottom of the sea.

For the lives of everyone on board, let's surrender!

"Baka!"

Major Yamada flew into a rage and slapped the captain across the face.

"The word 'surrender' does not exist in the dictionary of Imperial soldiers."

Surrendering to the Chinese is the greatest insult to His Majesty the Emperor.

Major Yamada drew his Nambu pistol from his waist and pressed it directly against the captain's forehead.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, and the captain fell into a pool of blood, twitching a few times before becoming still.

The sailors on the bridge screamed in terror and crouched down, covering their heads.

"Go to the bottom hold and open all the sea valves!"

Major Yamada, his eyes bloodshot, roared at the officers he was close to.

"We would rather die than leave this ship to the enemy."

Several officers received the order, drew their swords, and rushed out of the bridge.

Major Yamada strode to the loudspeaker on the outside of the bridge and grabbed the microphone.

"Warriors of the Empire!"

His frantic voice echoed across the deck.

"The enemy is right in front of us!"

We are His Majesty the Emperor's sword, and we must not become prisoners of the enemy. Take up your weapons!

If the enemy dares to approach, shoot them dead!

The Japanese junior officers on the deck were swayed by these words and drew their swords to drive away the terrified recruits.

"Fire! Fire!"

Countless Japanese soldiers lay prone on the ship's side, raised their Type 38 rifles, and frantically pulled the triggers at the distant "Haifeng".

Several Type 92 heavy machine guns and autocannons also joined the firing.

The dense barrage of bullets traversed the sea surface, then exhausted their kinetic energy and fell back into the sea, or were launched into the sky.

Even if it were to hit by chance, such small arms fire would be like a tickle to a destroyer of more than two thousand tons.

Major Yamada stood on the bridge, watching the futile resistance, a sickly smile on his face.

An officer ran back to report that all the sea valves in the lower hold had been opened and seawater was rushing in rapidly.

"Yoshi."

Major Yamada straightened his uniform and stood ramrod straight, facing the direction of the eastern mainland.

He took a deep breath and led the singing of the famous Japanese military song, "Sakura of the Same Period".

"You and I were classmates in the same year, both attending the military academy where the courtyard was open..."

"Blood and flesh cannot separate brothers, breath and spirit cannot be parted..."

The song exudes a strong sense of death.

The Japanese officers on the deck heard the singing and joined in the loud singing.

The recruits, who were originally fearful and desperate, were also swept away by this frenzied atmosphere and fell into complete madness.

They fired blindly while screaming at the top of their lungs.

"Looking up at the southern sky at sunset, not a single plane returned..."

The chorus of thousands echoed across the empty sea, like a sacrificial ritual of some cult, creating an extremely eerie scene.

It seems that only in this way can they conceal their inner fears and gain the courage to face death.

Inside the bridge of the "Haifeng".

He Bin listened to the dense gunfire outside and looked at the troop transport ship flashing with fire and filled with deafening singing, his brows furrowed.

"Captain, the Japanese refuse to surrender and are firing at us!" the first mate reported loudly.

He Bin put down the binoculars and snorted coldly.

"Stubborn and obstinate."

He had originally considered forcibly boarding the ship and taking prisoners.

But there were at least a thousand Japanese soldiers on board, and they were all caught up in this reckless fanaticism.

His destroyer carried only half a company of army infantry.

A few dozen people fighting against thousands of lunatics in boarding maneuvers and cabin battles would result in extremely heavy casualties.

Commander Lin had instructed that if they could capture them, they should do so; if they couldn't, they should kill them.

We must never risk our brothers' lives.

"Since they don't want to live anymore, then let's grant their wish!"

He Bin's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he decisively issued the attack order.

"Main guns ready."

Target: Enemy troop transport ship directly ahead.

High-explosive shells, all five cannons fired simultaneously.

"Fire!"

The hull of the "Haifeng" suddenly shuddered.

The five single-mounted 127mm main guns roared simultaneously.

Five enormous orange-red fireballs burst forth from the cannon muzzle.

This was a target practice exercise with no suspense whatsoever.

At a distance of less than two kilometers, the Fletcher-class destroyer, equipped with advanced fire control systems, could hit the target with its eyes closed.

Five 127mm high-explosive shells instantly crossed the sea surface and slammed into the hull of the "Keio Maru".

"Boom—!"

A violent explosion resounded through the sky.

The upper structure of the "Qingyang Maru" was instantly blown away by a large portion of it.

The Japanese soldiers who were singing and firing wildly on the deck were torn to shreds by the shockwave of the high-explosive shells.

Severed limbs and twisted steel swirled wildly in the air.

The bridge where Major Yamada was located was hit directly by a shell and instantly turned into a fireball, leaving not even ashes.

"Continue firing, open fire at will!" He Bin coldly ordered.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The 127mm main gun maintained an extremely high rate of fire, unleashing shell after shell onto the "Keio Maru".

The massive troop transport ship was instantly engulfed in towering flames and thick smoke.

The ammunition inside the ship was detonated, resulting in a violent secondary explosion.

Before the sea valve in the lower deck could even function, the hull of the "Keio Maru" broke in half.

With a sickening, grotesque sound of steel twisting, the troop transport ship, carrying over two thousand Japanese soldiers and a ship full of sins, swiftly sank into the icy Bohai Sea.

The sea returned to calm, leaving only the burning wreckage and rolling waves.

He Bin glanced at the radar screen.

"Turn, heading northwest by north."

He Bin gave the order loudly.

"Keep the engine room at full speed, let's chase after that cargo ship that got away."

The "Haifeng" drew a graceful arc on the sea, turned its bow, and sped off in a northwest direction.

"Captain, there are still quite a few Japanese soldiers who have fallen into the water. Should we...?"

A young officer standing nearby looked at the wounded Japanese soldiers still struggling on the sea and asked hesitantly.

He Bin turned his head and looked at the officer with icy eyes.

"Save them?"

He Bin pointed to the dark sea outside, his voice filled with a chilling coldness.

"When the Japanese navy recklessly bombarded our cities with naval guns along the coast of Daxia and on the Yangtze River."

When they used machine guns to mow down unarmed, innocent fishermen and refugees from the Great Xia.

Did they ever consider saving them?

The answer to this question has already been given.

He Bin turned around and stopped looking at that sea.

"Go full speed ahead and ignore them."

This cold seawater is their best refuge.

The wake of the destroyer "Haifeng" relentlessly slapped against the faces of the Japanese soldiers who had fallen into the water.

The warships gradually sailed away and disappeared into the horizon.

All that was left for these Japanese soldiers was endless darkness, biting cold, and impending death.