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In the South China Sea, a bullet-riddled battleship with most of the buildings destroyed is burning, and hundreds of water on the deck are fighting fires, if it weren't for the unique three turrets, maybe no one would be able to recognize it, this is the beautiful Jingyuan, but it is indeed the Jingyuan battlecruiser.

After nearly two hours of naval battle, the "Jingyuan" at this time has suffered a lot of damage, although the water has been filled many times to keep the level, but the warship is still tilted 5 degrees, but despite this, the Jingyuan is still sailing, sailing towards Sanduao, and finally the fire is extinguished, and the exhausted and scarred sailors, when they breathe a sigh of relief, as usual, began to roll call.

"Ma Junqun"

"Ma Junqun"

No one responded

"Wang Wanjie, Wang Wanjie......"

When one name after another is pronounced, almost every five or six names are pronounced, only one person responds, why is there no response, in naval battles, some people have lost their lives, and some people are losing their lives.

Suddenly, I don't know who cried first.

Then the cries echoed on the deck of the Jingyuan, and they didn't even feel a trace of joy at this time, only endless sadness, for their dead comrades, and maybe for this hard-won victory.

We were victorious, but there was not a trace of the joy of victory, and tears rolled down the cheeks of the officers and men.

On the Zhiyuan at this time, the officers and soldiers looked at Jingyuan beyond recognition, their expressions were a little complicated, and the expressions of sadness and envy flashed on their faces, they looked at the oil stains that leaked during the Jingyuan voyage, looked at the armor plates that fell off the Jingyuan and looked at the Jingyuan, everyone can imagine what Jingyuan has experienced and what kind of artillery fire Jingyuan has survived tenaciously.

In the lower cabin of the Jingyuan, hundreds of Jingyuan and sailors from the Zhiyuan are doing everything possible to rescue the battleship, in the crack of the steel plate on the side of the ship, the sailors blocked it with a large canvas, but it still could not block the water, the sailors risked great danger, fought with all their strength to top it with wooden poles, but the seawater still continued to seep in, like a leaking dam.

At this time, Jingyuan can no longer withstand the water ingress of any cabin, and the water ingress of any cabin may cause Jingyuan to sink.

At 7:25 a.m., an officer rushed onto the upper bridge.

"Where's the Captain?"

"What's the matter in the Command Tower?"

The officer ignored the questions of his colleagues, but walked into the command tower in a panic and shouted loudly.

"Report, sir"

"Well, let's talk about it"

"There's water in the officer's room, sir, at our speed now, those holes that have been temporarily blocked will pour in a lot of seawater."

"Close the waterproof door"

Tang Tingguang immediately ordered.

But the officer still didn't leave, and it was clear from his insignia that he was an officer sent by the Zhiyuan.

"What else is going on?"

"I think, sir, we should put a plugging pad in the hole"

"Well, that's ...... Well, just do it, order the warship to stop advancing"

In the bilge of the "Jingyuan" ship, it was pitch black except for the narrow beam of light emitted by the portable work lamp. I could only hear the sound of the sea water rushing back and forth, and I could only see the reflection of the portable work lamp swaying back and forth. In the haze, a damage management team member wearing scuba gear can be seen rapidly diving into the tumbling water, which has not surfaced for several seconds.

Not far away, a sailor is connecting an emergency cable. After a while, the cabin was lit again. When the lights were back on, it was clear that the steel plates of the hull were twisted in a startling way, and the sea water was rushing into the cabin through the curly breach. As the diver surfaced, the pump began to pump water, and blood was pouring down his injured shoulder. He stepped through the watertight doors he had opened, then closed them again to report to the officer who had returned to the dimly lit bulwark and hung up the phone. …,

When these watertight doors were opened, the water pouring in from the breaches flowed out as the warship shook through the watertight gates. A team of damage management was there supporting the bulkhead, and the officer had to gesture to them to pause, because the sound was so loud that it seriously interfered with the live call.

At this time, in the chart room of the "Jingyuan," Tang Tingguang was listening to the officer's telephone report.

"Well, yes, that's good."

He replied.

After hanging up the phone, he turned to Yang Shuguang and said to the staff officers gathered there.

"The damage management team believes that although the damage cannot be repaired, after plugging the rubber leak-proof mat, we can maintain a speed of 15 knots without considering the waves, and we can hold out to Sanduao."

Finally, this is the first good news, and everyone will breathe a sigh of relief when they hear this news.

"Okay, now we can breathe a sigh of relief"

Tang Tingguang, who breathed a long sigh of relief, looked happy and gloomy at the same time, and then his tone was a little heavy.

"Let's prepare for the sea burial of the fallen officers and soldiers"

Deng Haohong, who was wounded in the leg, did not rest in the officer's cabin that the captain had packed for him, as the military medical officer requested, after the military medical officer carefully examined the wound for him and stitched up the wound in his leg. Deng Haohong left the operating room, he never thought that he would be able to survive.

At least when he woke up in the Jingyuan's infirmary, he didn't expect to survive. Originally, after the warship was sunk, he thought that he would sink into the sea with the warship, but when he finally woke up, he found that he had been rescued.

"The breach in the bow waterline has widened again?"

"Three teams, immediately transfer a water pump from the back to the bow"

As he navigated the tunnel, he could clearly see the damage guards running back and forth, doing everything they could to save the ship.

"Chief Deng"

"Sir"

"Hello Sir"

Almost everyone, when they saw this officer with the rank of lieutenant and the insignia of the ship "Hairong" on his left arm, the sailors would salute and say hello, and even the wounded would sit up and salute him.

In their opinion, Hairong is a hero, Deng Haohong is a hero, and every officer and soldier on the Hairong is a hero.

"Sir"

Suddenly, a familiar shout came into Deng Haohong's ears, and he followed the voice to see that it was Yu Qian, he was the third gunner of the Hairong, and he was the first subordinate Deng Haohong met after waking up.

"You, you ......"

Deng Haohong held Yu Qian's arm tightly and didn't say anything for a long time.

"It's good to live, it's good to live"

Squeaked, Deng Haohong's voice was a little heavy, to a certain extent, he preferred that he was dead, died in that naval battle, and if he could die with the Hairong, he would die as he deserved, it was his own warship, as the captain, he should ......

"Captain, there are 78 people on our ship who survived, 78"

Yu Qian's voice was crying, although the grief was uncontrollable, but looking at the commander, he did not have a trace of complaint, the Hairong died well, everyone said so, on the Jingyuan, everyone saw the officers and soldiers of the Hairong, and they would give a big thumbs up.

Thanks to Hairong, they all said so.

"Little DD", who was once hard to care about, became a real hero, a warrior.

"They're all there"

Deng Haohong asked urgently, he still has 78 brothers alive

"Sir, they're there,"

Yu Qian pointed to the officer's canteen not far away, which was the officer's canteen specially left for them by the Jingyuan, and every officer and soldier of the Hairong enjoyed the treatment of senior officers.

"Sir, sir"...,

"Captain, Captain is alive"

When Deng Haohong's figure appeared by the watertight door of the officer's restaurant, the upholstered dining room immediately boiled, and all the sailors and officers who could stand up stood up.

They looked at the captain with excitement in their eyes, although many people said that there seemed to be a captain among the people rescued by the Jingyuan, but when they didn't see the captain, they only thought it was a rumor, and at this time, after seeing the captain, it was like a child who lost his father found his father, and their voices were full of excitement and a trace of crying.

"Captain, boiler team, full ...... It's all over ......."

A cry suddenly sounded, none of the sailors of the boiler team survived, and what about the loss of the team? Deng Haohong looked around at the surviving brothers, and he didn't even notice the officers of the damage management team.

Tears slipped from Deng Haohong's eyes again, this was the second time he cried today, the first time was when the battleship was sunk, and when he gave the order to abandon the ship, he cried, it was a cry as he wished.

And now? But it was for his brothers, for the brothers on the Hairong.

The cry rang out, a loud cry.

My brothers, everyone who survived hugged their comrades beside them and cried, there are too many of their brothers, their comrades-in-arms, who have passed away today.

"Blood on the Sea"

Suddenly, a roar roared out of Deng Haohong's throat, and he still had tears on his face, staring at his subordinates.

"The Glory of Our Generation"

The same roar roared out in the voices of the 78 surviving officers and men of the Hairong, which was the slogan of the navy, and when answering the commander, all those who could stand up stood up at the same time, and their faces were full of determination.

"Billions, compatriots, middle, drafted, brave, warrior......"

After a chorus of shouts, on a cushion in the corner of the dining room, a slight and staccato singing voice was heard, the voice was hoarse, and the sailors in the officer's dining room cast their eyes on the gauze-covered brother in the corner, it was a seriously wounded brother,

", take the battle, ship, rush to the enemy position,"

The song began to sing from the voices of the brothers who were hiding on the cushions, and then began to mingle among the voices.

“…… The people who saw off and the people who set off shook hands wordlessly, and the cold stars were on the top of the mast in the middle of the night, and we ...... Sailors, go out today until the loyal soul floats across the ocean, until the empire is mighty, until the sea is clear, until the ......"

Singing military songs, tears couldn't stop sliding from Deng Haohong's eyes, especially when he sang "Until the loyal soul floats all over the ocean", he seemed to see that the sea was still sailing, and the loyal soul was still operating the warship and guarding China's maritime frontier.

Sixty-five years have passed, and in the past 65 years, the Chinese Navy has never won a battle, and this is a victory, which was won by every officer and soldier with the will and determination and will to persevere until the soul of loyalty floats across the ocean.

At this moment, an officer quietly walked in.

"Captain Deng, Captain Tang, please go to the deck"

"Deck"

"Yes, a sea burial was held in the stern for the fallen officers and soldiers, where,"

There was a moment of silence before the officer spoke.

"There are thirteen brothers on the Hairong"

Although his voice was not loud, the officers and soldiers in the officer's cafeteria heard it, and those who could stand up straightened their uniforms, and without saying a word, began to support their brothers, who could move, and walked towards the deck with the captain.

On the blackened port deck of the stern, there was no noise, the sailors stood in several rows at the stern, twenty-one sailors with guns stood on the side of the ship, and on the deck there were corpses wrapped in white cloth neatly arranged, and with each shot, in the sound of gunfire and the horn of lights out, three corpses slipped into the sea with the sound of salute.

Sea burial is the country's high honor for the fallen naval martyrs, but at this time, the atmosphere here is a little heavy, and everyone stands there quietly. …,

"Loaded"

"Raise the gun"

"Shoot the gun"

Gunshots

salute

Despite the solemnity of the whole process, no one wanted to witness the bodies of their comrades being sent into the sea to the great battle they had fought.

"They died heroically"

",......"

Wordless conversation resounded among the sailors, who once again bowed their heads, for the officers and men of the navy, the sea was their home.

"Sergeant Wu Mingzuo, Private Liang Qicheng, Private Song Ziqiu, ......"

Listening to this familiar name, as their captain, Deng Haohong took a step forward, and despite the sharp pain coming from his injured leg, he still walked right.

"Salute"

His right hand was slowly raised, watching the flag-covered corpse slide into the sea, he closed his eyes, and if he had a choice, he would rather go to the sea with them.

"He's alive"

Tang Tingguang, who was in the aft fire exploration tower, looked at Deng Haohong, who had changed into a dress, and sighed secretly in his heart, it's good to be alive, to be alive.

Time passed minute by minute, the light on the sea gradually changed, near noon, the sun became brighter and brighter, but as far as the eye could see, under the escort of the Zhiyuan, the "Jingyuan" was moving slowly alone, and the surroundings were quiet and terrible, until a cloud of smoke rose in the distance, and slowly a cargo ship appeared in the sight of the lookout.

"Look, it's Jingyuan"

On the British flag cargo ship, with the shouts of a crew member, all the crew rushed to the side, they looked at Jingyuan, at this time the bullet-riddled Jingyuan, like a lonely sea beast, although full of scars, but still sailing on the sea.

Everyone, looking at the Jingyuan, was stunned in an instant, and the British crew members on the cargo ship felt that their hearts were deeply shocked. This once majestic and powerful warship is now full of devastation, the entire front bridge has collapsed, and from a distance there is only a pile of black ruins, on the foredeck, the huge main gun turret is still there, but the Japanese armor-piercing shells have left a large hole in its thick armor, and the surrounding decks cannot withstand the huge force of the shell explosion, and holes of different sizes and shapes can be seen everywhere.

The Royal Navy flag at the bow of the ship was still fluttering in the wind, but it was so close to the surface of the sea that one wondered how long it could float on the surface......

The most poignant thing about this battleship is the No. 3 turret at the stern, the beautiful main turret was damaged in the battle, and the shells fired by the Japanese warships left a shocking "scar" on the turret, where the wide steel plates twisted outward like thin iron sheets, the two turrets were relatively intact in appearance, and the three thick straight barrels hung lifelessly at different angles.

There were also the two towering chimneys in the middle of the battleship, which still stood unyieldingly, but there were holes in the chimney walls everywhere.

Although the British sailors on the cargo ship did not witness the thrilling and disparity in strength of the wonderful scene of the naval battle, they still deeply felt the grandeur and thrill of this war through the traces left by these battles.

Everyone couldn't help but have mixed feelings in their hearts when they saw the Jingyuan.

"They should be proud of themselves"

At some point, the captain of the ship, dressed in a slightly worn seaman's suit, stood on the side and said to the first mate beside him.

"Captain ......"

The first mate opened his mouth and looked at the battleship that seemed to be full of scars but still revealed the breath of a sea monster, and after a long silence, he spoke.

"No, the world's navies, will be proud of them"

Then he was silent for a while, and then said with some excitement.

"After this naval battle, the Chinese Navy has become a force to be reckoned with in the world's maritime forces, not only because of the Zhiyuan, but also because of their courage, they used their courage and will to tell the world that the era of any country trying to knock on its door from the sea is over"

"Maybe they"

The first mate pointed to the Jingyuan that was getting closer and closer, and as the Jingyuan got closer and closer, he continued to look at the Jingyuan who fought tenaciously in the rain of bullets until victory.

"They're going to be proud of this battle for the rest of their lives, proud of being on this ship, really"

The first mate looked at Jingyuan on the sea, and there was an indescribable expression on his face.

"Even, we will be proud to be able to witness the Jingyuan at this time."

"It's our pleasure"

The old captain affirmed, and then he commanded the first mate.

"We owe it to this group of true warriors of the sea, with the highest respect"

After a moment of silence, the captain looked at Jing Yuan and said.

"Speak the flag, pay tribute to the unsinkable Jingyuan" ......,