When Ouyang Huizi made up her mind to go it alone in Shanghai, a huge formation of the Sben Maru, loaded with Japanese officers and men, and more than a dozen merchant ships and warships, was cutting through the waves in the waters of Okinawa hundreds of nautical miles away from her location.

The sea is calm, the sky is cloudless, the blue sky and the deep blue sea meet, and occasionally a flock of seagulls fly by, like the danqing in an ink painting, dotting this natural canvas.

Breakfast time had just passed, and for most of the officers and men on the lower deck, it was the only time of the day when they were allowed to be on deck, and the rest of the time, the cool sea breeze and sunshine on the deck did not belong to these lower officers.

After breakfast, there was a regular parade, and although the deck was not large, the Japanese officers with bushido ideas still insisted on the daily parade. So more than 1,000 officers and men were gathered in groups in front of the deck, and they were close together, and began to do simple physical activity under the orders of the officers, and then sang the military song together:

"I am an official and an enemy and a thief, and heaven and earth cannot tolerate rebels.

The enemy general is a good one, and the hero is unparalleled in heaven and earth.

There are no weak soldiers under the strong generals, and they are all fierce and decisive soldiers.

Although brave and frightened, the cavalry rebellion is intolerable

Those who have never rebelled against ministers and thieves have never seen glorious and rich people.

Until the enemy perishes, marching side by side,

The cold light came out of its sheath and rushed forward resolutely. ”

This is the "Song of the Knife Drawers" that they sing most often, and when they sing it, like most soldiers, they just roar the lyrics, and after singing it, everyone raises their hands and shouts "Long live".

After such a brief ceremony, these lower-ranking officers and men would return to their dark and damp inferior cabins, and a group of officers and soldiers continued to smoke, drink and play cards.

After a group of lower-level officers and soldiers made noise, calm returned to the place. Jiro Suzuki, who had just had breakfast from the first-class restaurant, met up with one of his old partners, Sadasuke Mitsushima. Sadasuke Mitsushima is the military chief of the 18th Infantry Wing, and Suzuki is an alumnus of the same year as the Army University, and they are both fellow villagers in Hyogo Prefecture.

Although there were differences in the direction of the development of the two later, Sadasuke Mitsushima, like most Japanese army officers, longed to go to the traditional army battlefield, while Suzuki chose the intelligence profession, but the common ideal of the two was to open up territory and launch aggression, so there were many common words between the two. This time, it was not easy to meet, so it was natural for the two of them to meet for a walk on the deck.

"We're going to Okinawa ahead and if it goes well, we'll be there by sunset tomorrow. I still remember the last time I passed through here was five years ago, when the Battle of Nanjing was underway, and the imperial army was already under the capital of China, but I didn't expect to evacuate from here today! Sadasuke Mitsushima looked at the sky in the distance and said with a hint of melancholy.

"Sadasuke-kun Mitsushima, you are still the same as you were at the beginning, melancholy like a poet. Ha ha. Jiro Suzuki said half-jokingly.

Sadasuke Mitsushima laughed, he waved his hand and said, "It's just that today's scene is sad and indignant, and the empire is not lucky, so it won't have a firm foothold in Shina." ”

"Don't worry about this, we'll be back on this battlefield." Jiro Suzuki patted him on the shoulder and said passionately.

Sadasuke Mitsushima nodded, his gaze looking into the distance.

"When you arrive in Kyoto this time, will you go home and have a look?" Jiro Suzuki asked, diverting the subject.

Sadasuke Mitsushima shook his head, "I'm not going back." In a few days, I will be sent to the Pacific theater, and now the British and American ghosts are very arrogant in the Pacific, the navy has been defeated and retreated, and the situation of the war is not optimistic. ”

Jiro Suzuki nodded, he didn't speak, he didn't know what to say, he already knew the certainty of their defeat at this point, but he sometimes comforted himself, even though it didn't work anymore.

"Suzuki-kun, I heard that you strongly advised Commander Matsui and Governor Dohihara in Shanghai to abandon the officials of Wang Jingwei's government, is there such a thing?" Sadasuke Mitsushima asked bluntly.

"It's really 'bad things spread thousands of miles'. I reckon the entire War Department will know about it, haha. Jiro Suzuki didn't answer directly, but when he said this, he clearly admitted the statement.

Sadasuke Mitsushima said with a smile on his face, "You are doing the right thing. Some of the staff officers of the military department are too narrow-minded and always timid in doing things, and they can't hide it, and I think that this war is buried in the hands of these people to a large extent! ”

Sadasuke Mitsushima said that he was very angry, and the indignation in his heart was overflowing. Waving his arms, he continued: "Since we can no longer continue the war in China, why do we have to leave those betrayers in China? ”

Jiro Suzuki agrees with him, "That's right. Wooing these people is out of the needs of the situation, and now that they are not needed, these people naturally have no use value. ”

Sadasuke Mitsushima pouted and said, "I was in the war, and there were more than a hundred people in my hand, and it was this ancestral sword. ”

Saying that, Man Dao raised the saber in his hand, and he said quite proudly: "I like to see them pleading to me and the fear in their eyes. It's a thrill! ”

After saying that, Mitsushima laughed, and Suzuki laughed too. The two talked about some things on the battlefield in China, and Mitsushima talked about his crime of raping * women and killing their family, while Suzuki Jiro listened to them with relish, and the two felt pleasure and pride for such a * trip.

There was nothing to do on the boat, and the two chatted with the sea breeze. After going to the restaurant for lunch at noon, Sadasuke Mitsushima invited Jiro Suzuki to drink.

There is a small sake house in the first class, and although the sake in it is not authentic, it is better than nothing. During a long voyage, a drink here is also the best way to pass the time.

The pub is not crowded in the afternoon, but it comes alive in the evening, and Mitsushima says that if it is too late, there may be nothing.

After the two sat down, they asked for sake and fish fillet, and before they knew it, the sky had gradually darkened. The fleet sailed from west to east, and it felt like it was getting dark earlier, so it didn't take long to eat and drink, and it felt like night.

The wind picked up on the sea, and huge merchant ships and freighters were like leaves in the middle of the ocean, moving forward in the rough waves.

Everything is so calm and natural!

At this time, what they did not know was that not far from them at the bottom of the sea, three submarines of the Chinese Navy had been waiting here for a long time.

All three submarines were purchased from the United States, and shortly after the handover of the port of Guangzhou, they were loaded with ammunition and supplies, and set off from the port of Guangzhou and sailed northeast.

After the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, with the pressure of the situation, the sea mouth fell one after another, and the officers and men of the navy had to scuttle their beloved warships with tears.

In order to preserve the seeds, the officers and men of this group of naval ships "went ashore", but in recent years they have not been idle, but have taught basic knowledge about naval ships in schools to prepare for the cultivation of a new generation.

The opportunity finally came, and in the fifth year after the start of the Anti-Japanese War, as the war progressed, the original lost access to the sea was regained, and China's rebuilding plan was put on the agenda.

Then, after the purchase of American submarines, the officers and men of the Navy were sent to carry out the handover, and they went straight to the battlefield before even basic training began.

These submarines lie dormant silently at the bottom of the sea, waiting for the final fatal blow.

In the middle of the night, the Japanese transport fleet had already appeared. The fleet was huge, consisting of twelve merchant ships, three freighters, and two frigates. The twelve merchant ships were full of Japanese officers and soldiers in China and their military commanders, and three freighters were loaded with all kinds of treasures plundered from China and the weapons and equipment of the troops.

Chen Yongqing, the captain of the No. 1 submarine, saw the Japanese fleet in the distance through the periscope, and he excitedly shouted: "Prepare for battle!" ”

The crew of the submarine hurried to their positions, and the submarine slowly began to rise, and the Japanese fleet sailed towards them.

Led by the Sben Maru, the largest merchant ship of the Japanese army, this is also the first target they want to attack.

"Number one is ready!"

"Number Two is ready!"

The Sborne Maru was getting closer and closer, and now they could even see the Japanese plaster flag on the bow through the periscope.

"Launch!"

With a bang, the bow of the Spen Maru, the largest merchant ship of the Japanese army, was hit by *, and a huge column of water rushed up, and a large number of people and goods on the huge ship fell into the ocean one after another.

Jiro Suzuki, who was sleeping in bed, and Mitsushima, who was drunk, were awakened in a panic, and he didn't care about the fact that he was bare-bottomed, so he quickly ripped off the quilt on his body and ran outside.

Mitsushima was not so lucky, he was hit directly on the head by a fallen steel pipe, and passed out on the spot. There is no doubt that he will never have another chance to wake up.

The hull of the ship has tilted, a large amount of sea water has begun to pour in, Suzuki Jiro has not yet run out, the hull shook violently again, Suzuki Jiro fell when he ran, he desperately ran towards the height, but he could no longer run.

Immediately afterwards, a huge roar was heard again, and then the second and third* fires also hit the Lisbon, and the huge merchant ship carrying more than 1,000 Japanese officers and soldiers was completely dismantled, and after no struggle, it sank to the bottom of the sea.