The eight Soviet submarines were wiped out, and there was no chance to surface and surrender. In just a few minutes, the entire sea was covered with oil and various floating debris.

Under the light column of searchlights, a large number of sailors on the four destroyers stood on the deck, enjoying their results with excitement and sharing the joy of victory with each other, but their mission has not been completed, because the submarine that shelled Anbuna Island was not here.

"Chasing at full speed! Don't let it go when you come!"

Krezimmer immediately issued an order, and the four destroyers immediately began the next step of pursuit. By the next morning, the last Soviet submarine that had almost fled to the Annan waters was finally discovered by the searched bombers. The four destroyers that were also chased immediately surrounded them. The desperate Soviet sailors had to surface and surrender to the Ming Navy, and were then escorted to Anbuna Island.

At this time, Yang Feng was making a judgment on the two radar station officers who were neglecting their duties.

"Twelve whippings will be executed publicly immediately!"

The guy said with a gloomy face.

The two officers on duty immediately shivered. They were both grown up from Temasek, but they knew very well the horror of this punishment. The water-soaked vine whip was whipped on the pi thighs, and the skin was blooming in just one moment. It was almost time for three people to faint. If they really had to whip down, they wouldn't be exposed.

"Sir, please spare us!"

The two of them were so scared that they knelt on the ground and cried.

"Give you aside? Ask the six people who died because of your negligence, the Spirit of Heaven agreed to the heavenly spirit? If you make a mistake, you must pay the corresponding price, otherwise where is fairness and justice? Take it out and execute it!"

Yang Feng said bluntly.

This time, he had to use these two people to kill the chicken to warn the monkey. What his army lacked the most at present was discipline. He used the best weapons to arm them, the best instructors to train them, and the best treatment to support them, but these were not enough to turn them into real soldiers. They also needed to use the strictest whip to beat them.

Just as the two were dragged out to be whipped, a staff officer handed Yang Feng the telegram of Krezimmer's capturing the last Soviet submarine. The guy looked at him and turned his eyes to the bailiff and shouted: "Wait a minute."

The bailiff immediately stopped, and the two officers looked at him with hope.

"Closed it first, they still have work later. If they do well, they may lose a few whips."

Yang Feng said.

Well, of course he couldn't just hit his own whip. Since he had captured the submarine and just pulled out the Soviet sailors on the submarine to beat them together, he would let the two officers be responsible for the execution.

"Send a plane to Temasek and get more reporters!"

Then he said to the servant beside him.

Now the number of beautiful girls beside Yang Yuanzhu has greatly reduced because he found that the beauties are swinging, but it also made him invisibly distance himself from the girls. After all, the beautiful robots around him are first-class in both figure and appearance. With such a group of beauties, even if any little girl has some ideas about him, she usually stays away from him. This is undoubtedly a great regret for Yang Yuanzhu.

So the servants beside him now have all replaced the elite selected from the army, except for two robot beauties.

This time, Yuan Yang not only wanted to draw the captive Soviet sailors' pi, but also to pull the captive Comrade Stalin's pi, otherwise it would be difficult for him to exclaim.

After receiving his order, a constellation civil aviation aircraft that the Ming Empire Airlines had just purchased took off immediately. After arriving in Temasek, it immediately caused another sensation in the local area. The newspapers and news agency reporters were all stunned. Before, the Ming Navy almost wiped out the Soviet Pacific Fleet, which was already very thunderous.

You should know that after that battle, the surface warships that could be used were only four seven-type destroyers left. Their strength was probably limited to the Minhua Navy. The only one that could be used to support the facade was the submarine.

Now the Ming Navy has sunk eight more ships, captured one, and they are all large ocean-going submarines. What is the rhythm?

This is the rhythm of annihilation!

The Ming Navy is simply too cruel. It is completely unforgettable for others to save face. Chief Yang’s slap Stalin in the face has brought a sense of rhythm!

This has to be seen, it has to be seen!

A large number of reporters flocked to board the plane to pick them up like flies smelling rotten flies. Some of them were not crowded when they were late, and even ran to the Ming Empire's office in Temasek to protest, strongly demanding that Head Yang send a few more planes. Of course, Head Yang would agree with all his requests. He bought six constellations for the Ming Empire Airlines, and the remaining five were sent out at once. Anyway, the round trip was only a two-hour flight. By the time the destroyer arrived with the submarine, there were already more than 200 reporters on the shore.

Not only Temasek, but also Batavia and Bangkok also received many. They stood excitedly at the dock, watching the four destroyers gradually sailing, of course, mainly the submarine sandwiched in the middle. In order to show their identity, the Soviet flag was specially raised, and the prominent Russian numbers on the hull of the command platform were also taken by the Ming naval soldiers who were boarding the boat and sat dejectedly on the deck. All of this clearly showed the identity of the submarine.

Amid the reporters' crazy photos, the Molotov slowly stopped at the dock, and then fifty-four sailors above were taken to the shore.

Head of State Yang angrily scolded them with righteousness, angrily accusing them of their tragic bombardment of civilians, and then ordered all sailors to be arrested for war crimes. He personally presided over the temporary establishment of a military court at the dock, and used the relatives and injured people of the dead as witnesses, and made the verdict as fast as possible.

"The captain of the Molotov, Ivanov, was found guilty of war crimes against humanity. He was not the mastermind and showed remorse in his voluntary surrender. He was especially exempted from the death penalty, sentenced to whip, twenty-four, and served 20 years of hard labor!"

Judge Yang made a solemn sentence.

Ivanov was stupid and whipped twenty-four times. Damn, can even bones be plucked? He is forty-five years old this year but has seen what whipped it is. He has worked hard for twenty years and said that he would just let me die.

"No, I protest, I am a prisoner of war, you cannot do this to me, this is a violation of the Geneva Convention."

He struggled and tried to pounce on Yang Feng while shouting.

"The protest is invalid. The Ming Empire is not a party to the Geneva Convention and has no obligation to comply with this Convention!"

Judge Yang said with a slap in the gavel.

Ivanov was dragged out directly, and then Yang Feng sentenced all the remaining Soviet naval officers and soldiers to a maximum of twenty-four and at least sixteen whippings, as for the hard labor period of twenty years, and as for their whippings...

“Execute now!”

Judge Yang said.

Under the escort of a large number of bailiffs, fifty-four Soviet sailors were directly taken to the execution ground. A row of six whipping racks had been erected. Captain Ivanov was first taken as the first tortured. He hung his hands on his hands with ropes on both sides, and lay on his face against the whipping racks. He didn't even take off his Soviet uniforms. After fixing them with a belt, six large and round executioners took off the pants of the six people, revealing their white thighs.

Then, including the two who were also whipped, all six Ming officers who were punished for this, walked to the whip rack with a vine whip. These vine whip were bought directly from Temasek's prison and were soaked in salt water. They were said to be whips, but they were actually thick vine sticks weighing several kilograms. Because they were soaked in water, they were no different from whip, and they were even more ruthless than leather whip.

"Execution!"

With the shouts of the firing squad leader, the six Ming officers who were so angry that they could say that they were gritting their teeth immediately raised the vine whip and whipped it almost with all their strength, especially the two who were going to be twelve times afterwards. It can be said that they used all their strength to feed themselves. The vine whip hangs through the air and landed hard on the six fat Dabais.

"Ao!"

Almost at the same time, six Soviet naval officers and soldiers subconsciously raised their heads and let out heart-wrenching screams that were not like humans. In this way, their respective pisses were already broken and flesh. The severe pain made them struggle desperately, but unfortunately, the ropes and belts were tightly tied, and all the struggles became futile.

"one."

The prison officer standing next to him dragged his voice count.

The reporters were busy taking photos, especially those who were more malicious and even ran to the front to take photos of their military uniforms.

At the same time, the six executioners' vine whip raised again...

Head Yang sat upright on the Grand Master's chair and watched the vine whip fall down with satisfaction. He didn't know that at this time, Comrade Stalin was almost crazy in the Kremlin.

"Aircraft carrier! I want an aircraft carrier! I want to tear that bastard with a bomb!"

Comrade Stalin roared in his office like a bull burned with a soldering iron, grabbing anything around him and slamming it on the floor.

Opposite his desk, Huasilevsky and Kuznetsov were as quiet as a cicada. They really didn't expect that Yang Feng would have such a bad taste and even whip. The whip was not sucked by the sailors' piss, but directly sucked by Comrade Stalin's face and the faces of everyone in the Soviet Union.

However, they were really puzzled how Yang Feng sank eight submarines without any damage. They were eight large submarines with a displacement of more than 1,000 tons. The core of the underwater combat effectiveness of the Pacific Fleet. Under the command of the most experienced commander, even if the entire army was wiped out, it would not have even achieved any results!

In addition to being angry, Kuznetsov also felt Yang Feng's weirdness for the first time.
Chapter completed!