"Are we really going to sit here and watch the Beiyang Fleet lose?" Zheng Dong's voice already carried a faint sob. As an officer of the Beiyang Fleet, he could not bear to watch his own fleet suffer defeat.
"You idiot! After such heavy rain last night, the roads must be muddy as hell. We'll set out tomorrow, when they're passable and dry!" Witt turned and cursed.
Hearing Liang Bin's words, I could not help widening my eyes in shock. An inexplicable feeling rose in my heart as well. He had actually intimidated me—I felt like he was even better at showing off than I was.
When those words fell, everyone except Governor Wang Jianhua, including Li Chaoyang, was somewhat stunned. The news had come so suddenly. Who was Nie Zhenbang? Everyone present knew him well, especially those officials who had come out of Wanghai City. Vice Premier Nie was undeniably their former leader.
Liu Fei was doing somewhat better, but the other three youths were silent as cicadas in winter. Nonsense—the person under your foot was one of Yanjing University's Four Great Bullies. Was there anyone at Yanjing University who did not know them?
Qin Feng could not understand how these people could be so arrogant. That kind of ruthless declaration was usually something said by the winning side, wasn't it? In their current bedraggled state, did they still have the right to say such things?
Every officer of the Combined Fleet behind Togo Heihachiro clenched his fists, their eyes brimming with tears. Today's humiliation would be etched into their hearts forever.
His plan to strike at the center had also missed its best opportunity. Even if reinforcements arrived later, they would not be able to salvage the situation. By then, Beijing would likely have long since fallen into