"As for the captain's question, Qin, the young officer, replied, 'Of course I didn't know. At the time, I only swam out a few tens of meters, then immediately surfaced after hearing the explosion. How could I possibly know why their ship blew up?'" The captain furrowed his brows. "That's quite strange. The warship exploded from within, in a series of consecutive blasts—most astonishingly, the most severe explosion clearly originated from the ammunition store. Even if the Sun people were the most careful, they shouldn't have overlooked safety measures for such a critical compartment." Qin shrugged and said, "Perhaps their character just wasn't up to par—they've simply suffered a divine punishment." The Hua Xia naval forces had proceeded to the scene under the pretext of rescuing the stranded personnel, making it difficult for the Sun people to obstruct them. The eighty-electron book crew were busy, overwhelmed by the explosion, which caused severe damage, compounded by the rapid sinking of the ship—leaving many survivors no time to escape the cabins. Out of the original 300-member crew, only about 20 had been rescued; the captain and first officer were missing. Two salvage vessels abandoned their previous tasks and sped toward the scene. As a surface ship, not a submarine, once submerged, even those crew members sheltered in well-sealed compartments faced a grim fate, given the depth of the sea—exceeding 400 meters—where the ship's steel hull could not withstand the immense water pressure. Constantly, various objects rose to the surface, accompanied by vigorous bubbles. From a distance, Qin Feng spotted a crew member struggling in the water, and smiled, saying, "Since we've come, shouldn't we truly carry out some humanitarian rescue efforts?" "What do you mean?" the captain asked, puzzled. He pointed forward and said, "There's a man still alive over there, clearly not yet discovered by their own people. Should we send a small boat over to rescue him?" "Excellent!" the captain smiled. "That way, the Solarians will truly owe us a debt. The first mate has already dispatched a small boat, sending the most experienced crew member over!" The first mate nodded in understanding and smiled. "Don't worry—absolutely the most experienced crew member. They'll never notice anything amiss. Hehe!" Soon, a inflatable boat approached, and several sturdy crew members lifted the Solarian sailor out of the water. Just when it mattered most, however, several of them let go, and the man who had barely caught his breath sank back into the sea. "Look, their clothes are all wet—too slippery," one crew member shouted. "Still, we have to save him. Let's try again!" "Consecutive three or four times, the Sun Kingdom sailors were caught off guard, taking in substantial amounts of water. When they were finally pulled ashore, the sailor was barely breathing. 'Hurry—perform CPR for drowning!' one crew member shouted, while another immediately raised his fist and delivered a solid blow to the sailor's abdomen. Hooof—large volumes of seawater erupted from the sailor's mouth. The punch was well-placed, precisely hitting the stomach area. After returning to their ship, the sailor wouldn't fully recover for three or five months. Though soaked and struck, the Sun Kingdom sailor expressed heartfelt gratitude toward the Chinese crew members. Though the two sides were close neighbors, by international protocol, they could not simply hand the sailor over directly. The crew members returned to their own flagship, each beaming with visible delight. Immediately, the vessel formally notified the Sun Kingdom, informing them that one of their crew members had been rescued, and requesting that they dispatch a vessel promptly to conduct the handover." Thus, the Sun people had nothing to say. Half an hour later, when the bodies were pulled from the sea, they found only the remains—of the 300 crew members, fewer than 30 had survived. The Huaxia fleet withdrew a few miles offshore, allowing the Sun people to recover floating items efficiently. The second-in-command, observing the seemingly unoccupied staff, remarked, "The Sun people truly have it tough. First, their planes crash, then their ships sink—such a rare event, unprecedented in a century, has now befallen them all. The Aoi-class destroyers are indeed advanced, and only two were built. Now, only one remains isolated. If we could recover the shipwreck hulls, we'd gain valuable insights into their radar and fire-control systems!" "Is the radar more important, or the fire-control system?" asked Qin Feng. The second-in-command replied, "The radar is the core of the Arleigh Burke-class guided missile destroyer—specifically, the four passive electronically scanned array radars on the outer hull, followed by the data link and fire control systems. While our Chinese engineers have developed phased array radars, they still fall slightly short of American technology." "Really?" He glanced thoughtfully and said, "Then prepare a set of diving suits for me!" "Are we really going down there?" the captain asked, puzzled. "Ha, ha," he chuckled, "just a quick look down there won't hurt." A few minutes later, Qin, the young officer, jumped directly from the high ship's side into the sea, just as he had done before. The Japanese observers watched clearly, but still didn't take much notice. Underwater, he moved swiftly, his feet gliding like the blades of a flying sword, heading toward the wreckage. The Japanese salvage vessels also deployed small submersibles to investigate the seabed conditions and the distribution of the wreckage before formulating their salvage plan. Qin Feng rushed toward the bow wreckage, while the submarine moved toward the stern, with no intersection between them. Soon, in the darkness, he located the section housing the phased array radar. The flying sword slid out from beneath his feet, slicing through the steel plates like cutting tofu, until the entire radar was fully exposed. Hey, this thing is now all mine. Once I bring it back, I'll have Hou Bao and Yapo study it thoroughly, then generously donate it to the nation. He didn't know whether the connected components behind the radar would be useful, so, out of a sense of responsibility, he cut them all off in one go. With a mere thought, the massive radar soared into the small tripod, leaving a large hole in the hull. At that moment, a flash of light appeared, and the Sun Nation's submarine arrived, having already completed its inspection of the stern section. Niema, they've arrived quite quickly. Though this is a remotely operated submarine, it's a significant one for the Solarians. Since it's come to us on its own initiative, what's there to be polite about? He ordered the flying sword to move and drove it through the spotlight. On the ship above, the sudden loss of light caused the camera feed to go completely black. "What's going on?" asked the captain. "The searchlights have malfunctioned," explained the technician. "The submarine must rise to the surface, replace the faulty lights, and then descend again." "Well, that's the first time we've encountered this issue," the captain remarked, sounding somewhat surprised.