Yu Datao returned with the Soldiers.
"Congratulations, Old Yu. You won your first battle and drove off the Red-Haired People," Zhou Ming said as soon as he came up.
"That's enough, Old Zhou. What do you mean, drove them off? You saw it too. I lost three ships. Few men died—everyone who fell into the water was rescued, and only five were lost—but the enemy suffered no losses at all. I never even touched them." Regional Commander Yu Datao was deeply frustrated.
"It's fine. This was only one encounter. They didn't dare fight us head-on, like grassland people who had already lost the courage to charge into battle. They were destined to lose to us," Wenren Sheng reassured him.
He understood everything, but he could not say it at this moment. After all, morale was the most important thing in this era, without question.
"Yes. They seized the wind and currents in advance, which was why they escaped so smoothly. If we can prevent them from fleeing next time, I'll definitely beat them." Yu Datao had already formed a plan.
They had fired so many cannons yet only hit three ships. If they had not retreated in time, he would certainly have succeeded in ramming them with fire ships.
Or gotten within range to throw fire bottles.
He would definitely have achieved results.
"If that's the case, we'll set sail tonight and launch a nighttime raid on their harbor."
"Their ships must have returned to Peng Island for supplies. If we strike swiftly before they can react, we'll definitely trap them," Wenren Sheng said decisively.
This was not a gamble. Even if they failed, they could gather a great number of small ships again.
After all, their advantage lay in sheer numbers.
"Good. That's exactly what we should do."
Yu