This killer star of the War of Resistance Against Japan was only 9 years old.

Bai Luo lay down on the soft bed and quickly fell asleep.

But the Japanese soldiers in Haishi couldn't sleep at this time.

Nakajo waited in his hotel suite for nearly half an hour, but no news of an explosion came back.

Calls to the troops remaining at the port were constantly disconnected.

Nakajo was pacing back and forth in the suite with a gloomy expression. The adjutant standing next to him was quite frightened by Nakajo's face and lowered his head even further.

He was afraid of accidentally angering Nakajo.

"Deng deng deng"

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Upon hearing it, the adjutant felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly walked to the door.

When the door opened, a person was standing in the doorway, bent over and panting heavily.

The adjutant saw the soldier running and sweating profusely. To sweat so much in the dead of winter showed just how fast the soldier had been running.

"Any news?" The adjutant didn't dare to delay, his eyes fixed on the soldier in front of him.

"Major...the...headquarters has been bombed." The soldier who came to report didn't dare delay, afraid of being blamed, and stammered his words.

"What?!" The major's voice involuntarily grew louder.

They were clearly shocked by the news and couldn't believe it.

"Can you say that again."

"What happened? Have you located the explosion site?"

Before the soldier could speak, Nakajo, inside, heard the adjutant's tone at the door and knew that something serious had happened.

He quickly went to the door to inquire.

"Commander, the headquarters has been bombed, and more than 700 Imperial soldiers have perished."

The soldier quickly and carefully repeated the message he had just received.

"Baka yarou! Have you found out who did it?"

Upon hearing this news, Nakajo glared angrily at the soldiers in front of him, a surge of rage rising within him. He had only just arrived in Haishi and hadn't even officially taken office yet, and these enemy agents had already given him a huge gift.

"N-nothing." Upon hearing Nakajo's question, the soldier lowered his head even further. He quickly and cautiously gave the preliminary findings of his investigation.

"Judging from the blast radius and the power of the shells, it appears to be an attack from the main gun of the Hatsugumo."

"Nani?"

"Have the soldiers on the Chuyun gone mad? Where is Ichiki Taro? Tell him to come see me."

Upon hearing the soldier's report, Nakajo shouted orders at him. He was going crazy; if it really was a shell fired by the Hatsugumo, how was he supposed to report back to headquarters?

"Hi." The Japanese soldier who came to report the news wiped the spittle off his face and turned to run downstairs to the hotel.

Nakajo tried to control his anger and turned to his adjutant beside him, giving the order: "Have all intelligence agencies and military police mobilize. I want to know the whole story by tomorrow morning."

When the adjutant saw Nakajo turn to look at him, he immediately lowered his head and tensed up. After Nakajo gave his order, the adjutant bowed slightly and loudly replied, "Yes, sir."

Then he turned and ran downstairs to relay Nakajo's orders.

Nakajo walked back to his room with a gloomy expression, and his anger was slowly suppressed by reason.

Nakajo felt a chill as he recalled what had happened that night. If he had gone directly to the Sea City Command Headquarters tonight, he probably would have been killed by his own cannonballs just like those 700-plus Imperial soldiers.

Thinking about this makes me break out in a cold sweat.

About an hour later, the Japanese soldier who had come to report earlier arrived at Nakajo's suite again, and one of the sentries guarding the door gently knocked on the door for him.

This time, it was Nakajo who opened the door himself.

The soldier swallowed hard, looking at Nakajo no Suke staring at him, and finally forced himself to speak: "Commander, Colonel Ichiki's tama... tama is shattered. The Hatsugumo has sunk."

Upon hearing what the Japanese soldier said, Nakajo Suke doubted that he had misheard and couldn't help but confirm it again.

"Can you say that again."

The Japanese soldier became even more nervous. He gritted his teeth and repeated what he had just said.

Nakajo could hardly believe what he was hearing. He suddenly grabbed the Japanese soldier by the collar, glaring at him through gritted teeth.

Where is Taro Ichiki's body?

"The body... is at the dock." The Japanese soldier, whose collar was being pulled by Nakajo, answered Nakajo's question tremulously.

Upon hearing that the body was at the dock, Nakajo pushed the Japanese soldier aside and prepared to go to the dock himself to check.

The Japanese soldier who had been pushed aside stood there motionless, waiting for Nakajo's next orders.

Nakajo clenched his fists, suppressing his rage, while inwardly screaming, "That's a battleship! How could it be so easily sunk by someone else?"

However, both the second explosion he heard earlier and the news from his soldiers told him that Nakajo was very likely telling the truth.

Nakajo tried to suppress his thoughts and walked downstairs. Several Japanese soldiers immediately followed, and one of them quickly ran to the door to prepare the car.

Nakajo got out of the hotel, got into the car parked in front of the Yunqing Hotel, and headed directly to the sea city pier.

He wanted to see the bombed battleships for himself; the news shocked him so much that he couldn't believe it until he saw it for himself.

After seeing that Nakajo had finished, the driver immediately drove the car toward the dock.

Inside the carriage, Nakajo Suke had his eyes slightly closed, his mind filled with various questions. After thinking for a long time without finding a solution, Nakajo Suke began to feel agitated.

Finally, he suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the road ahead, "Drive faster."

Upon hearing this, the driver immediately floored the accelerator. The car's speed increased instantly.

In less than 10 minutes, the car came to a smooth stop on the stone road next to the dock.

When Nakajo got out of the car, he saw that the area around the dock was in a mess. The battleship that should have been docked in the port had disappeared into the sea as if it had evaporated into thin air.

However, the scattered fragments of battleships of varying sizes around the temporary camp, along with the ship's tip peeking out from the seabed in the distance, all told Nakajo Suke that the battleship had not vanished into thin air.

After calming himself down, Nakajo asked a soldier next to him.

"Where is Taro Ichiki's body? The military plans from headquarters are still in Taro Ichiki's hands."

I originally thought the hotel was crowded and noisy, so I asked Taro Ichiki to keep it safe for me.

Now that Ichiki Taro is gone, he was caught off guard.

Upon hearing Nakajo's question, a Japanese soldier nearby, not daring to delay, led Nakajo quickly toward a newly cleared open space.

Nakajo followed the soldiers to this open space, which wasn't very large and was filled with the corpses of soldiers. With a grim expression, he followed the soldiers to a corpse.

Nakajo looked down at Ichiki Taro, who had been shot in the head, and felt a pang of sadness. Just a few hours ago, they had been attending a party together, but now he was lying on the cold stone pavement.

Nakajo, noticing that there was no briefcase near Ichiki Taro, asked the soldier beside him, "Where did you find Ichiki Taro? Is there a briefcase around here?"

"Reporting to Your Excellency Commander, it was found about 1 kilometer from the dock. There were no handbags around or in the vehicle."

Judging from the scene of the battle, Colonel Ichiki was likely ambushed while heading to the docks. This is evidenced by the discovery of spent shell casings left behind by the enemy during the cleanup of the battlefield.

After quickly answering Nakajo's question, the Japanese soldier hurriedly pulled a spent bullet casing from his pocket and handed it to Nakajo.

Nakajo took the spent cartridge, staring at it in his hand, and pondered for a long time. He was certain he had never seen a bullet of this caliber before; it looked smaller than a regular rifle bullet, but it wasn't a submachine gun bullet either.

Nakajo handed the spent cartridge to his adjutant beside him. "Have someone investigate which gun this bullet was used on."

"Hey," the adjutant immediately bowed and saluted, then took the spent cartridge.