"Reporting to the Commander! The light cruisers Tenryu, Tatsuta, and Yubari have been sunk!"
"Report--!"
"The destroyers Oikaze, Hayate, and Asanagi have been sunk!"
"Report! Destroyers Yuunagi, Mutsuki, Kisaragi, Yayoi, and Mochizuki have been sunk!!!"
"Report! The light cruisers Nagara, Kuma, and Natori of the 3rd Fleet have been sunk!!!"
News of warships being sunk came from the sea, making Yamagata Masago and others even more desperate.
"Commander-in-Chief, what should we do?" Chief of Staff Okada Tametsugu asked, trembling. "Should we retreat first to avoid total annihilation?"
Yamagata Masago did not answer; his face was pale and his lips trembled slightly.
He thought Okada Yuji was an idiot; he couldn't escape before, but now he can?
Looking out at the distant sea, one could see Imperial warships sunk by Bismarck-class battleships, Richelieu-class battleships, Brittany-class battleships, and Dunkerque-class battlecruisers, with countless corpses and wreckage floating on the surface.
Watching many Imperial soldiers jump into the sea in panic and fear, watching them struggle to swim towards the shoreline like drowning dogs, watching them cry for help, watching them desperately struggle and roll in the icy water...
Watching one soldier after another die a violent death, and seeing one imperial warship after another sunk by the enemy, Yamagata Masago's heart was breaking!
Yamagata Masago felt as if every vein in his body was filled with rage, every muscle was roaring, and every drop of blood was boiling wildly!
"ah--!!!"
Finally, Masago Yamagata could no longer suppress his anger and grief!
Under Okada Tameji's astonished gaze, Yamagata Masago suddenly stood up, drew his sword, and began to brandish it in the air!
"Hay hay hay—!!!"
"Give it to me! Give it to me!!! Kill them all!!!"
"rush--!!!"
He commanded the flagship, the Kashima, to launch a suicidal attack!
However, several Bismarck-class battleships had already set their sights on it and unleashed a barrage of fire.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The practice patrol ship, Deer Island, was hit and instantly turned into a pile of scrap metal.
"ah--!!!"
Yamagata Masahiro roared to the sky, tears streaming down his face, his heart aching as if it were being torn apart.
Immediately, a violent coughing fit ensued, and he sank into the icy seawater.
"ah--!!!!"
"No--!!!!!"
"Commander! Commander!!!"
"His Excellency the Commander has passed away!"
"Report! Report!"
"Report! Report!!"
On the evening of June 29, at 10:17 PM, the Southern Expeditionary 3rd and 4th Fleets were completely annihilated.
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