Ren Ziquan stood upon the deck of his vessel, his eyes wide with disbelief, his jaw agape. A stunned hush fell over him, a deafening silence that encapsulated the profound shock that had gripped his soul. The scene before him was nothing short of astonishing—a collision, a clash of steel and water, had brought his world to a screeching halt.
In a voice quivering with disbelief, he murmured, "My God, just moments ago, we unwittingly collided with a submarine of country M. And the repairs for this accident will take at least half a year to complete."
The air around him was thick with trepidation, a palpable fear that had spread like wildfire among the crew. The realization dawned on them—their vessel had come into contact with a submarine from country M, an entity of maritime might so formidable that even the boldest of souls dared not challenge its supremacy.
