"Victory is certain in this battle!" Regional Commander Zhou Ming and Yu Datao were overjoyed at the sight.
They had spoken almost in unison.
Wenren Sheng nodded.
It seemed the Red-Haired People had truly exhausted their tricks and had no way out.
Within the harbor, flames were everywhere, and screams echoed everywhere.
Human cries, cannon fire, lamplight, oil slicks, and flames mingled in utter chaos.
Life and death, iron and fire, blood and flesh, all blended together.
It was a chaotic, deafening scene.
It was practically like a massive sporting event.
Wenren Sheng looked toward a large ship.
The ship had already exploded and caught fire.
Seven or eight water ghosts beneath it were fleeing from it.
One fellow had been exceptionally lucky. His bamboo-tube explosive had directly struck the enemy's gunpowder barrels, setting off a huge explosion.
The large ship had already capsized. Before long, it would sink and form a terrifying whirlpool at sea.
By then, everyone nearby would be facing a dead end.
No matter how skilled a swimmer or how strong one was, there was no resisting the pull of the currents.
Wenren Sheng had excellent eyesight. Holding a spyglass he had bought, he used the tremendous firelight to clearly see a water ghost swimming back in the direction he had come from, both terrified and excited.
To swim faster, he had already thrown away everything on him.
Underwater swimming was fast, but it consumed too much energy. Exhausted, he had still chosen to flee using breaststroke.
His whole body stretched and contracted as his legs kicked desperately backward.
From time to time, stray lead shot, arrows, and even pieces of wood crashed into the water around him.
Every ripple that rose meant death had narrowly passed him by.
What was that water ghost thinking at