Time: October 12, 24th year, 10:37 a.m. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Location: 75 meters underwater in the ocean south of the Aleutian Islands, inside the submarine "Yang Jiye" of the "Blue Shark" task force 656

The icy sea water poured in like a waterfall from the hole in the command tower, which was hit by the auxiliary guns of the American cruiser when it had just risen, the ground inside the boat had begun to accumulate water, the thrusters and horizontal rudders had been destroyed, the buoyancy of the reserve had dropped rapidly, the diesel engine had stopped working, the battery was also soaked, and the electricity had become unstable. Now 656 is like a broken can, which will soon bubble to the bottom of the sea, and at this depth, I am afraid that there will be no man-made equipment to visit their graveyard in the last thirty years. Except for the four non-commissioned officers who had just been blown up by the shell, the other 34 officers and soldiers were at their posts. Captain Yan Chunhua and the deputy captain, the chief mechanic, the telecommunications squad leader, and the ordnance squad leader were in the captain's room, facing the military flags pasted on the wall, and everyone was silently thinking about their thoughts. After just twenty seconds, Yan Chunhua spoke first, "Brothers, we have lost four comrades-in-arms, and the American devils must not plan to let us go, what should we do now, you can tell your own opinions." "I'll say it first" Dou Weijian, the leader of the ordnance squad, is from Liaoning, "Our squad, we have already expressed our position, we can't play any role anyway, we have just changed into military uniforms, I will go back in a while to give the brothers a ride, and then I will set a self-detonator to ensure that a torpedo will not fall into the hands of the American devils completely." ”

"My brothers also said" The mechanical squad leader is from Shanxi "Since the devil doesn't give the family a way to live, then we can't embarrass the navy, they all swore an oath, go into battle to kill the enemy, horse leather shroud, we have so many good brothers on the road together, and we also pulled a boatload of American devils on the back, it's worth it." I didn't say it, captain, you should start the gun. "Captain, the brethren are not afraid of death, and if they are afraid of death, they are not submariners." The telecommunications squad leader said, "I have just checked, the two communication buoys are still in good condition, the farewell message has been prepared, we will send it immediately, anyway, when the devils see the buoys coming, it is not a big deal." I recorded all the words left by the brothers, and the letters were sealed in bottles, and the copied tapes were sealed in our lockers, and I would release the bottles when the beacons were released. The captain and brothers rest assured that we will stick to the last shift of the 656 boat and will never let the American devils catch it alive. ”

"Okay, brothers" Yan Chunhua smiled, and everyone found out that the captain of the Iron Mask would also laugh, "It is the greatest luck in my life to be able to work with you good brothers. Don't worry, the motherland will hear our report and will not let those devils go. Speaking of this, Lao Yan's voice choked slightly, and then he smiled again, opened the drawer, and filled the three "Sirius" pistols with bullets and sent them to the three squad leaders, and also gave one more magazine to the mechanical squad leader. "Go, be steady, and don't treat the brethren badly." Waiting for the brothers to walk out of the captain's room one by one, Captain Yan and the deputy captain looked at each other and smiled, each dressed up, brought their guns, and waded into knee-deep water to the bow and stern respectively. After a while, the slightly dull gunfire of "Sirius" rang out, echoing one after another in the confined space of the Project 656 submarine. By the time the two captains returned to the command cabin, the submarine had fallen silent, and several signal soldiers and sound-measuring soldiers were crooked in their chairs, their seat belts tightly fastened, and Yan Chunhua straightened their bodies for one young sailor after another, closed their eyes, put on their military hats, and then saluted. The communications squad leader has been focusing on sending the message, and at this time he also took off his headphones and said to the captain with a smile, "The farewell message of the No. 656 "Yang Jiye" boat has been sent, and I am sure that His Majesty and the Central Committee can receive our report. Report complete. "Well done, thank you brother!" Yan Chunhua raised his hand and saluted, and the communication squad leader also smiled in return, but the raised hand held "Sirius", and a bright blood flower bloomed on the temple of the communication squad leader, blood sprinkled all over his position, the headphones fell down, and his smile also froze on his face. The co-captain came over and helped him put the pistol on his belt, straightened his seat, wiped his headphones, and put them on his head, just enough to cover the bleeding bullet holes. He is like a college student who falls asleep listening to music, in fact, some of the peers of this young and old communications squad leader are studying for graduate studies on a college campus, while he died in the deep sea thousands of kilometers away from the motherland. The co-captain returned to his seat, fastened his seatbelt, thought for a moment and pulled out a picture of his five-year-old daughter and wife, kissed him deeply, put it in the shirt pocket attached to his chest, held the identity tag in his mouth like everyone else, raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger on his heart. Seeing that his partner was already on the road, Yan Chunhua, an iron-clad man, couldn't help but shed tears, looking at his family photo, the white-haired old mother and the wife who was already overworked when she was only forty years old, and the brothers who had gone to middle school, Yan silently muttered, "Mother, please forgive my son for not being able to fulfill his filial piety." Big Tiger and Two Tigers, you brothers must grow up quickly and support our family. Wife, Lao Yan can't stand you, I didn't let you live a good life, I was scared, but after today, my soul will definitely be by your side, accompany you well, and see my dear in my dream. Brothers, wait a minute, Lao Yan is here to report. Brethren, let's go together. The last gunshot, echoing with the shrill sirens of the self-detonators, stung the eardrums of the sonar crews of the American destroyers on the water. He hurriedly took off his headphones and signaled that the officer was already above the submarine, and the destroyer, which had just seen the buoy rushing over, immediately began to release depth charges, and columns of water rose into the sky, like white and flawless tombstones condensed by the waves. Finally, with a loud bang, the broken hull slanted into the dark depths of the ocean, and a few debris and a few inconspicuous stainless steel cups and glass bottles surfaced. Looking at the debris and the rapidly expanding oil stains, the officers and men of the 58.2nd Fleet, who had just gritted their teeth with hatred, could not help but cheer, as if they had won the entire war.

But they didn't notice that the communication buoy had sent a telegram that turned this simple ambush and counter-ambush naval confrontation into a "58.2nd Fleet Incident" that has been controversial in history.

"I command." After Wu Chenxuan circulated the telegram to every officer of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, his face, which was already full of joy and anger, was as gloomy as the bottom of a pot, and when he slapped the table, everyone was shocked, and several marshals also hurriedly stood upright, and Chen Bui, the fifth secretary of the Führer, hurriedly opened the shorthand book to record the next order of His Majesty the Führer:" In view of the fact that the 58.2nd Fleet of the US Pacific Fleet refused to accept the reasonable proposition of our wounded submarine to lay down its arms and surrender during its combat operation this morning, used artillery to kill and wound our officers and men who had already laid down their arms, and forced our submarine No. 656 to sink itself through a fire blockade, resulting in the heroic martyrdom of 38 of our officers and men. On the basis that the Fleet has seriously violated the relevant provisions of the Convention on War and the Geneva Declaration of Human Rights, trampled on universal principles and the code of honor of military personnel, and has lost the most basic conscience and humanity as a human being, and its evil deeds have effectively degenerated into acts of terrorism and no longer fall within the scope of the normal conduct of war by the belligerents, I declare that, with immediate effect, The identity of all officers and men of the 58.2nd Fleet of the US Pacific Fleet will no longer be recognized as belligerent military personnel, and the Chinese Federation will issue a proclamation declaring that all the members of the former 58.2nd Fleet of the US Pacific Fleet are international terrorists. As the initiator and signatory of the international anti-terrorist coalition, I call on the armed forces of the Chinese Federation to resolutely, thoroughly, cleanly and quickly eliminate this group of terrorists, and to carry out devastating strikes against all countries or individuals who provide help, cover or support to these terrorists. This was the official attitude of the Empire, and it was immediately submitted to both houses of the Diet for deliberation, and immediately after its approval, it was publicly announced to the world. ”

"Yes," Marshal Chen Jialiang, Minister of the Navy, saluted and received the order, then turned his head to the adjutant behind him and ordered, "Immediately convey the decision of His Majesty and the Military Commission to the Zhanlong Special Task Force, and give them forty-eight hours, forty-eight hours later, that is, at 13:15 the day after tomorrow, I don't want to hear any news about the existence of any terrorists in the former 58.2nd Fleet of the United States, telling them that this operation is a fight against terrorism, not a war, and there is no obligation to capture prisoners of war." "Yes, sir," the adjutant saluted, and immediately went to the telecommunications center to deliver the order.

Wu Chenxuan looked back, several marshals and admirals of the Royal Air Force were marking something on the map, these guys didn't even plan to let go of the home port of the 58.2nd Fleet, listening to Yin Chengzong's meaning, the roots were not right, and they simply wiped out the fleet base of San Francisco. Wu Chenxuan nodded with satisfaction, the Royal Air Force just wants to have "those who dare to offend my strong man, although they are far away, they will be punished." Zhang Jianyuan walked over and quietly said to Yin Chengzong, chief of staff of the Air Force: "I agree with your plan in principle, let the two wings of the Second Air Force 132 and 135 that have been reequipped, bring more deflagration bombs and incendiary bombs, ah, 40 thermobaric bombs will also be approved for you, and I will ask the agency to provide you with the 58.2nd Fleet's ports, repair shops, oil depots, fleet headquarters, barracks, family areas, and so on. After tomorrow morning, I don't want to see the words "58.2nd Fleet's so-and-so base" on the map, other than their graveyard. ”

The 58.2nd Fleet was still hurrying back to Honolulu, unaware that their Doomsday Trial had begun.