I rode and slashed unparalleled in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1190 You want to restrict me?
"They're dead! They're not moving!"

"Excellent! Your Majesty is mighty! Long live the Emperor!"

As the first ironclad warship lost its fighting capacity under the fire of the Han warships and sank to the bottom like a floating corpse, the Han navy erupted in a deafening cheer.

Just as Su Yao had predicted, although the Romans somehow acquired these advanced weapons in a short period of time, their ancient military system and training level were simply unable to control these war machines that were ahead of their time.

Even now, with the formation of this invincible fleet, it has been constrained by the training of sailors and the refinement of tactics, which is why it has only just expanded to this size.

You should know that his current sailors and captains were recruited in advance, and they started simulated training on land, using a limited number of warships as training vessels, practicing day and night to reach this level.

The Roman fleet, on the other hand, was still at the stage of using galleys to ram and board. They had no idea what a battle line was, how to seize the wind, or how to effectively utilize the power of broadside cannons.

Their formation was loose and their command chaotic. Under the Han army's textbook-perfect T-shaped tactics, they quickly fell into a predicament of fighting each other independently.

One after another, sturdy ironclad sailing ships were covered by Han army fire and lost power.

Although their sturdy hulls could withstand some of the bombardment from the Han army's solid cannons, their sailors and sail systems could not withstand the continuous bombardment of chain shot and incendiary bombs. Without power and maneuverability, the ironclad ships became sitting ducks on the sea, left only to be passively attacked.

However, the Roman fleet was simply too large. Despite losing its core ironclad warships, the remaining hundreds of warships, large and small, continued to advance like locusts, using their numerical advantage to try to get close to the Han warships for close-range firing and boarding action.

The Han army's light ships were also forced to engage in hand-to-hand combat to fulfill their responsibility of protecting the main warships.

A fierce battle broke out on the sea.

Cannons, crossbows, and rockets roared and clashed, and soldiers from both sides frequently engaged in close combat.

In this battle, the Romans displayed an astonishing fighting spirit.

They seemed to know that Rome was behind them, and unlike in previous naval battles, they did not retreat after suffering one or two waves of heavy casualties. Instead, like wild beasts driven to the brink, they displayed astonishing resilience.

Conversely, Su Yao felt a chaotic and unknown power enveloping him, like an invisible shackle binding his strength.

The power of lightning, which had been honed to perfection, now required many times more energy to mobilize even a small amount. Even Griffin appeared somewhat restless, seemingly also experiencing some kind of suppression.

"Your Majesty, your complexion..."

Guo Jia was the first to notice the anomaly, but Su Yao simply waved his hand, telling them to focus on the battle while he observed the unusual situation calmly.

The battle raged from noon until evening, far more brutal than ever before. The Romans seemed utterly fearless, launching wave after wave of desperate charges. Although the Han army held a tactical advantage, they also paid a heavy price.

They even blew the Dingyuan-class warships out of their shell reserves.

"The enemy is coming! Protect His Majesty! Prepare to take up the bow!"

Zhou Yu drew his sword from his waist and shouted loudly.

In the chaos, several Roman warships broke through the Han army's light vessels and charged towards the flagship, the Dingyuan. One of the triremes even managed to wed the Dingyuan's ram into its side, and the Roman soldiers on deck shouted wildly, attempting to board the ship by force using the gangplank.

"kill!"

"For Rome!"

"Justice will prevail!"

Dozens of elite Roman warriors, clad in heavy armor and wielding short swords and large shields, roared wildly and charged forward!

This is truly a historic breakthrough.

They broke through the Han army's blockade, breached the Han ships' defenses, and for the first time, boarded the giant ship that symbolized the invincible prestige of the Han army. They were so close that they could even clearly see the face of that Eastern devil!

The Roman soldiers, their eyes burning with madness and determination, leaped onto the deck one by one, vowing to shatter the myth of the Han army's invincibility and win final glory for Rome! "Form ranks! Protect His Majesty!"

Despite the danger, Zhou Yu remained calm, his sword pointing directly at the diving board. The well-trained Han heavy infantry immediately rushed forward, their heavy shields stacked upon each other, and their iron halberds and spears forming an ironclad defense. They continuously thrust out from the gaps, piercing through and throwing several Roman soldiers who had rushed onto the diving board into the sea.

However, the Romans were simply too numerous. The newcomers, stepping over the corpses and blood of their comrades, continued their charge, howling as they went. Some even threw grappling hooks from adjacent Roman warships, attempting to scale the towering sides of the Dingyuan. The entire starboard side of the Dingyuan was instantly plunged into a perilous situation, surrounded by enemies on all sides.

"Kill!"

"Kill their emperor!"

"Everyone, charge!"

The battle on the deck was exceptionally fierce.

The Han army sailors were not elite troops trained for boarding combat, and they were not even equipped with iron armor.

In a short time, the Han army's defenses were repeatedly overwhelmed by the fully armed Roman infantry.

One of the Roman centurions was particularly fierce. Wielding a large shield and brandishing a bloodstained dagger, he charged into the spear formation, hacking and slashing left and right, cutting down three Han sailors in succession. He roared as he charged toward Su Yao, who was heavily protected.
"For Rome! Die, you bastard!"

Zhou Yu was shocked to see this. He quickly ordered his soldiers to intercept them and personally stood in front of Su Yao.
"No need," Su Yao said calmly. "Leave it to me."

In an instant, Su Yao moved.

He neither summoned Griffin to take flight nor unleashed the lightning power he used to. Instead, he flashed and transformed into a blur, charging towards the Roman centurion.

The crowded soldiers on the deck seemed to become a transparent background, and the clamor of battle cries had completely disappeared. Su Yao's figure weaved through the crowd, as light as a swallow, and countless waving blades couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

The Roman centurion had just cut down the fourth Han sailor and was preparing to continue his advance towards Su Yao when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure approaching out of the corner of his eye. Startled, he instinctively held his large shield horizontally in front of him, simultaneously gripping his short sword, ready to parry. However, Su Yao's speed far exceeded his expectations—before he could even adjust his defensive stance, Su Yao's hand had already lightly landed on his large shield.

"Boom!"

With a muffled thud, the centurion felt an immense force travel through his shield, and then he was thrown into the air, plummeting into the sea like a kite with a broken string. His prized steel shield dented, deformed, and shattered inch by inch upon impact.

"You want my life?" Su Yao said calmly from the crowd, "Then come at me all at once, I'm in a hurry."

"Bastard!"

"Arrogant!"

"Charge! Kill them all!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than three Roman soldiers, their eyes bloodshot, charged forward. They were clearly enraged by Su Yao's arrogance and, using their numerical advantage, wanted to cut down this "Eastern devil." The lead soldier, wielding a long axe, brought it down on Su Yao's head with a whistling sound and immense force; the soldier on the left, holding a short sword, attempted to circle around and attack Su Yao from behind; the soldier on the right, wielding a spear, thrust it straight at Su Yao's chest, trying to limit his escape.

However, in the next instant, the three of them were once again thrown into the air, and like the centurion, they fell into the water with a splash.

Su Yao struck successfully and, without pausing, moved like a ghost through the ranks of Roman soldiers.

He didn't use any supernatural power; with just his bare hands, he struck east and west, causing chaos and defeat wherever he went. The Roman soldiers' heavy armor was like paper under his palms, and their steel daggers shattered at the touch. With each swing, a Roman soldier would scream and fly backward, the sound of bones cracking echoing in the air.

"This...how is this possible?!"

"Wasn't it said that his power would be limited?!"

"Why doesn't he use lightning? He still has such power?!"

Not far away, aboard the Roman flagship, fleet commander Marcus Lepidus let out a heart-wrenching cry.
(End of this chapter)