A family of loyal martyrs, starting with nine wives to continue the family line.

It was past noon, and the sun at sea began to set. The sunlight was no longer so harsh, but it still made people anxious when it shone on the deck, even more so than at noon.

Ke Zhenchuan's patience was finally completely exhausted.

He watched helplessly as his fifty warships, which he claimed could flatten the South China Sea, were outmaneuvered by the enemy's mere dozen or so small boats.

If you advance, the opponent retreats; if you pursue, the opponent scatters. Like a swarm of flies that are persistent and insidious, you can't swat them away, you can't get rid of them, they buzz around your ears, making you irritable and driving you crazy.

"Boss, we can't afford to waste any more time with them!" On the flagship, the one-eyed, scarred leader was sweating profusely. "If this continues, it'll be dark soon!"

Ke Zhenchuan didn't speak; he just stared intently at the black speedboats that had regrouped and were confronting him on the distant sea.

He could see the woman standing straight at the bow of the ship, and even across the sea several miles away, he could almost feel her cold, mocking gaze.

shame.

An unprecedented humiliation.

Just then, on the shore, at the highest point of the undulating sand dunes, an inconspicuous little red flag was suddenly raised and then quickly lowered.

The movements were so fast that they were impossible to detect unless you were watching closely.

The five hundred personal guards behind Liu Jingshuang were like a silent reef, hidden on the back slope of the sand dunes. The horses had already been ordered to lie down, their hooves wrapped in thick cloth. The knights sat quietly on the sand, only their wolf-like eyes showing, staring intently at the sea.

Behind her, at three pre-arranged mudflats, nearly five thousand cavalrymen, just like her, waited quietly.

Liu Jingshuang put down the small flag in her hand and mounted her horse.

It became.

Shang Wanqing had completely worn down Ke Zhenchuan's patience.

Next, we'll see which hook this enraged fish will run into.

Almost simultaneously, aboard the flagship "Breaking Waves," Shang Wanqing clearly captured that fleeting signal through a monocular telescope.

She put down her binoculars and whispered something to her tense-looking deputy beside her.

"We're all set on shore."

The old captain's heart skipped a beat, and his hand gripping the helm tightened instinctively. He knew that the real battle was about to begin.

"Pass on my orders!"

Ke Zhenchuan's roar finally exploded on the flagship, his voice hoarse and frenzied, like a wild beast trapped in a cage: "All troop transports, forget about those flies! Full speed ahead! Charge onto that largest mudflat to the south! Even if I have to fill it with lives, I'll flatten this beach for you!"

The order was given, and the pirates' formation changed instantly.

The twenty troop transport ships, which had been tightly guarded and huddled in the center of the formation, seemed to have received a death warrant. They broke away from the main formation, the white spray from their bows particularly dazzling in the sunlight, and rushed recklessly toward the open mudflats south of Quanzhou Port.

"They're here."

A cold glint flashed in Shang Wan-qing's eyes.

This is the moment she's been waiting for.

"Pass the order! Team One, Team Two, proceed according to plan!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but through the flag signals, it instantly reached the other two Clippers teams.

Immediately afterwards, the six fast boats she personally led set off again.

With a sudden turn of the sails, the entire fleet, like a red-hot knife, sliced ​​into the troop transport fleet that was charging forward recklessly from the side and rear without the slightest hesitation.

This time, they did not use crossbows for long-range harassment.

"Ship One, cut in!"

Shang Wanqing's flagship took the lead, passing the first troop transport ship at an extremely dangerous angle, less than ten zhang in front of it.

The sailors on board had already calculated the lead time. At the moment the two ships passed each other, a lit oil canister was thrown with all their might. It drew a perfect parabola in the air and landed precisely on the dry wooden deck of the troop transport ship with a "bang".

Flames roared up, mingling with billowing smoke and piercing screams, instantly engulfing the deck.

"Ship number two!"

"Ship number three!"

The second and third fast ships followed suit, doing the same thing.

They were like a group of perfectly coordinated dancers, performing a death dance on the edge of a knife, each encounter with an enemy ship accompanied by a burst of flames soaring into the sky.

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the three huge troop transport ships turned into three blazing torches in the shallow water.

The pirates and soldiers on the ship were in chaos. Countless people were on fire and jumped into the sea screaming, but they were still burned by the oil that stuck to their bodies and could not be extinguished.

"Fire! Firefighting!"

"Turn around! Run them over!"

Ke Zhenchuan's vanguard warships desperately moved towards this side in an attempt to provide assistance, but the entire battlefield was already in complete chaos.

Shang Wanqing gave them no chance to encircle her. Leading her fleet, she silently passed through the thick smoke screen formed by the three burning enemy ships and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"ah--!"

Standing on the flagship, Ke Zhenchuan watched as the three troop transport ships were gradually engulfed in flames in the shallow water, and as his men struggled and wailed in the water. He was so enraged that his eyes were bloodshot, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He lost.

At sea, he had already suffered a crushing defeat.

"Beachhead! All ships! Get to the beach!"

He pointed to the beach so close at hand and issued his final, and most frantic, order: "Forget the boat! Get everyone on board! If you get on board, you'll have a chance to live!"

The remaining troop transports, along with several warships that had already rushed into the shallows, were like a herd of frightened buffalo, no longer caring about formation, and charged madly toward the beach.

"boom!"

"Crunch—"

One ship after another rammed their bows into the soft sand, the keels scraping against the sand and stones, making a teeth-grinding sound.

The ship ran aground.

Countless pirate soldiers jumped off the burning or already tilting ships in a rush.

Some of them were covered in soot from the smoke, and some had burns on their bodies. Their feet were in the cold seawater and then on the solid sand. Before the joy of surviving the ordeal could even well up in their hearts, some of them noticed that something was wrong.

It's too quiet.

Apart from the sound of the waves and the crackling of burning ships behind us, the beach was eerily quiet.

A pirate leader subconsciously raised his head and looked at the endless sand dunes in front of him.

The next second, the expression on his face froze.

Almost simultaneously, three black torrents appeared atop the three previously empty sand dunes.

There were no war drums, no bugles.

Only the dull thud of horses' hooves pounding the sand sounded like rolling thunder.

Hundreds, thousands... black armored vehicles reflected a cold and desperate light in the setting sun.

The pirate soldiers had barely disembarked from their warships, their feet not yet firmly planted on the sand, when they were met by hundreds of warhorses charging towards them.