After the master had fled, the Sun-national officers were left to endure their grueling work routines, while the Han Chinese fleet remained highly responsible, hovering at the periphery, occasionally disrupting their operations—driving the Sun-national personnel to frustration, yet leaving them utterly helpless. Indeed, upon meeting, the Sun Country officers immediately made their demands, insisting that the Chinese fleet vacate the area so they could focus entirely on salvage operations. Their request was met with a firm and resolute refusal. "During our naval exercises in the South China Sea, you came to disrupt us—have you ever listened to our advice? 'Those who come to mix will eventually pay their dues'—this is absolute truth." Unhappy with the outcome, the Sun Country officers departed in a huff, muttering complaints. This scene happened to be witnessed by Qin, the young officer, who was instantly incensed. "How dare these little 'round-the-shoulder' braggarts act so haughty! Are you saying we, the Chinese, have no one to stand up for us?" He hurried to the舰 commander and asked, "Was that their highest-ranking officer who just arrived?" "No," the captain replied, "it was the deputy commander of the opposing fleet, who came on behalf of the chief commander." "Good heavens!" Qin exclaimed, "Even the deputy is acting so boldly—what a nuisance!" On this ship, only Qin, the young officer, had the authority to raise his voice in frustration; the other officers and men were truly civilized, setting the standard for military conduct. The flying sword sped rapidly toward the helicopter, striking hard against the shaft beneath the propeller. Due to its swift motion, no one witnessed the impact. The passengers on board sensed it clearly: first, a sharp metallic collision, followed by the aircraft beginning to shake. The deputy commander immediately asked the pilot, "What's going on?" The pilot, observing that all instruments were functioning normally, replied, "It might just be an air turbulence—no serious issue." No one knew that the metal shaft had already deformed, rapidly heating up from friction as it spun. On the Chinese warship, the captain and Qin had just turned around when the second-in-command suddenly shouted, "Something's wrong—their plane seems to be having trouble! The shaft beneath the propeller is even smoking!" "What?" the captain quickly turned to look, and indeed, smoke was already rising. The passengers on board had no idea until an alarm sounded urgently, prompting the pilot to follow standard procedures—increasing altitude. His reasoning was sound: only by rising higher could he gain more time to address the issues. But raising altitude required the engine to deliver greater power, causing the metal shafts to spin faster. "Wow, are they really going to crash?" Qin, the young officer, interjected. As soon as he spoke, the helicopter lost control, beginning to wobble and spin in mid-air. More white smoke poured out, and metal fragments generated by friction were drawn into the engine, damaging several internal components. "Actually, they're going to crash…" the second-in-command was just about to finish when the helicopter plunged downward. At that moment, the helicopter was about one kilometer away from the Chinese naval vessels. Even after the metal shafts failed, it continued to glide an additional four to five hundred meters before coming down, now only about one kilometer from its own fleet. Thus, under the watchful eyes of all, the helicopter plunged into the sea, its blades snapped, and it began to sink rapidly. The Sun Nation's vessels raised the alarm and dispatched rescue boats immediately. "Colonel Qin, shall we participate in the rescue efforts?" asked the ship's commander. "Not a chance," the colonel replied without hesitation. "Who made them so arrogant? This is precisely the price they paid for their arrogance. That was a medium-sized transport helicopter—how could we possibly save them? Even if we wanted to, could we? Let the Sun Nation handle it themselves; we'll just keep watching them struggle!" Their commander was as calm as a still lake, instructing the crew to report the incidents to the base command center truthfully. With one after another serious accidents occurring, he knew his position as commander was rapidly slipping away. "Commander took a deep breath and said, "Just report the situation without requesting a withdrawal. If Colonel Qin disagrees, we won't move. Notify the other vessels to stay clear of the accident zone, reduce speed, and pay special attention to critical compartments like the ammunition stores. We must absolutely avoid any mishaps!" Inside Qin's single cabin, he was on the phone. It was his grandfather calling. The first thing he asked was, "Did you do all that?" "What do you mean? I don't quite understand." Qin smiled brightly. "Stop playing the fool. You sent the fighter jets underwater, and now you've also damaged the warships and helicopters—what kind of chaos is this?" His grandfather spoke with firmness. Qin shrugged and said, "You sent me here, so if I don't do something meaningful, wouldn't that be a great disappointment to your expectations? Heh!" "Stop being so casual and cheerful." "The elder shifted his tone and said, 'I really appreciate your approach—you've managed to reprimand them without leaving any traces of doubt. But just about that—don't go overboard. Be careful, or you might end up having to clean up the mess yourself.'"