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Chapter 871 Naval Cavalry, Charge!

"go to hell!"

Xiao Benzi's eyes turned bloodshot. He suddenly drew his short knife and stabbed at Wang Xiaohu with the blade!

Wang Xiaohu managed to dodge...

But he didn't want to hide...

If you let go, the other person will pull back!

So he steeled himself and stubbornly endured it!

However, just as the blade came at them, the tiger's claws deftly shifted to the side. Its shoulders also dipped and then straightened...

With a "plop," the tip of the knife grazed the back of his hand, cutting a three-inch-long gash. Blood gushed out instantly, dripping onto the dark hull of the boat and spreading out in a small red patch.

But he didn't loosen his grip on his hair at all!

Instead, taking advantage of the moment when the other party drew his knife, he grabbed Xiaobenzi's wrist with lightning speed with his left hand and twisted it hard like a pretzel!

With a sharp "crack," the soldier's wrist was nearly snapped, and the dagger clattered to the ground, sliding down the submarine's hull with a clanging sound.

Finally, a small splash of water appeared.

"You still dare to use a knife?!" Blood dripped from the back of Wang Xiaohu's hand between his fingers, making him grimace in pain, but the fire in his eyes burned even brighter!

Instead of loosening his grip on the other person's hair, he jerked it back sharply, his back straightening like a fully drawn bow, his toes digging firmly into the submarine's anti-slip ridges, all his strength concentrated in his arms:

"If I don't drag you out and capture you today, I'll be letting down my seventh great-uncle!"

The force of this sudden pull was like that of a raging bull, dragging the soldier's upper body a considerable distance further out, his chest almost touching the edge of the small boat. But he was cunning; knowing that being dragged out meant capture, in desperation he shoved his right foot into the metal frame of the internal ladder…

If he hadn't been wearing military boots, he probably would have wanted to stick his toes into the seams of the boat's hull.

But one right foot is enough...

The soldier was like a nail driven into the hatch, enjoying Wang Xiaohu's artificial "growth." No matter how Wang Xiaohu pulled, his lower body wouldn't budge.

"Hey! You can do that trick too?" Wang Xiaohu couldn't pull him away; instead, he was pulled forward and almost fell into the hatch.

He looked down and saw that the soldier's right heel was stuck tightly, and the iron railing of the suspension ladder was slightly deformed from being kicked. He immediately laughed.

"Yes, yes, yes! We'll keep it stuck like this, let's see how you run away!" He said, using both hands to wedge the small notebook into the watertight hatch.

……

"It hurts! It hurts! Let it go! Let it go!"

The soldier was trembling with pain, kicking wildly with his left foot inside the cabin, while his right hand was desperately grabbing at Wang Xiaohu's arm, his fingernails scratching several bloody marks on Wang Xiaohu's forearm.

The more he resisted, the harder Wang Xiaohu pulled! The two were like a tug-of-war, one pulling outwards and the other wedging in with all their might, the metal edges of the submarine hatch were rubbed until they shone, and the little soldier's screams echoed on the sea.

Ma Xiaolong was so anxious in the small boat that he jumped up and down, threw down the oar, and leaned over the side of the boat shouting, "Brother Tiger! I'll help you!"

Unfortunately, the submarine was still too slippery, and Ma Xiaolong didn't have a better solution for the time being.

Captain Sato, inside the cabin, stared in disbelief.

The soldier was stuck at the hatch, the hatch couldn't be closed, and the submarine couldn't submerge at all. An unknown roar in the distance was getting closer and closer!

He stared at the soldier's right foot, which was stuck tightly in the steel frame of the cabin's hanging ladder, and suddenly his expression turned ruthless. He roared at the two sailors beside him:

"バカ野郎! He's feet are open! I'm going out! I'm diving!"

The two sailors turned pale, but military orders were absolute, so they could only grit their teeth and rush forward.

One person held down the little notebook's calf tightly, while another grabbed his ankle and used all their strength to pry it apart!

"Ah...!" The seemingly clever little notebook let out a heart-wrenching scream, and its right ankle, stuck in the iron grid, made a crisp "crack" sound, clearly indicating that the bone was broken.

Before he could catch his breath, two sailors shoved him outwards...

"thump!"

The unfortunate little notebook was thrown out of the hatch like a ripped rag doll. It slid down the tilting hull of the submarine's conning tower!

Wang Xiaohu was pulling hard on his hair when he was caught off guard by the sudden "loosening of the grip." He lost his balance and tumbled down the command tower slope with the soldier, both of them falling into the sea with a "plop!"

"Brother Tiger!" Ma Xiaolong was terrified and quickly grabbed the oar, paddling desperately towards where the two had fallen into the water.

The seawater reached his chest, and Wang Xiaohu choked on some water, but he still held tightly to the prisoner's hair, pulling him towards the surface. At the same time, he shouted to Ma Xiaolong, "Don't worry about me! Quick! Climb up and wed the oars into their watertight door! They're trying to escape!"

The Japanese soldier was so disoriented from the fall that he was too weak to struggle and could only let Wang Xiaohu drag him along.

"No...one person can't make it up there!"

"Hey!" Little Tiger slapped the water in frustration.

It's not really Xiaolong's fault for not going up; after all, Wang Xiaohu only managed to get up with Xiaolong's help.

However, climbing submarines seems to have become an old tradition of the North Sea Fleet?

But I don't have time to dwell on that right now...

Because the sound of the submarine's hatch slamming shut was really loud!

"Quickly row! The little notebook is about to close its hatch and dive!"

Wang Xiaohu's pupils contracted. Once the submarine submerged, the resulting whirlpool would be enough to engulf them and the small boat!

"Ugh, these little devils don't even care about the lives of their companions?"

"Screw him! This guy's legs were broken by his buddies and he was thrown out!"

Time was of the essence, so Xiao Hu didn't climb onto the small boat. He just rested one hand on the gunwale of the boat while stubbornly pulling on Xiao Benzi's hair with the other...

At this moment, the little notebook looked at the sky with a gloomy expression, but it didn't cause any trouble for the two of them.

Ma Xiaolong spat, the wooden oars almost flying off, but the small boat was pulled forward at a snail's pace by the whirlpool.

The hatch of the Japanese submarine was left with only a crack, the whirlpool grew larger and larger, and the small boat began to drift uncontrollably toward the submarine.

Little Tiger gritted his teeth, wanting to throw his prisoner into the small boat so he could free his hands to help row.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a familiar dark figure in the distance...

It's No. 418! The crooked deck gun and the familiar conning tower—even from hundreds of meters away, he would never mistake it!

"The captain is here!"

Ma Xiaolong, who was focused on paddling, looked up and saw boat 418 speeding towards him at full speed!

The crooked deck gun and the familiar command tower, backlit, resembled charging knights.

The seawater, cleaved open at high speed on both sides of the hull, shimmered with golden light under the sun, while the pale gray-blue smoke trails emitted by the two 400-horsepower diesel engines running at full capacity left long trails on the sea surface, as if draping this old boat in a resolute ink-colored battle robe!

"W-W-W-W-!"

The unique air raid siren on the 418 boat was personally activated by Captain Zhao Gang, its wailing sound breaking the tranquility of the sea and sky!

"What is the captain doing?!" Ma Xiaolong was so shocked that his mouth dropped the wooden oar.

"Ram... ram them? Our 418 is only a little over 200 tons, while that little Japanese boat is almost 800 tons! Isn't that like throwing an egg against a rock?!"

Wang Xiaohu also realized what was happening and silently tightened his grip on the prisoner in his hand.

Because he knew Zhao Gang's temper; once he made up his mind, nothing could change it—he was going to fight Xiaoben to the death!

snort!

So what if it's like throwing an egg against a rock? Our ancestors did this kind of thing countless times!

This is called:

"charge!"

"Sea Cavalry!"