To retreat, they had been forced to come up with this rather crude solution.
They would use a sea of fire, lit with oil, to block the plank-shaped insects' floating bridges. That way, they would only need to focus on defending against the flying insects.
At least, the oil reserves aboard the three giant ships would be enough to keep the flames burning for days.
"They're here!"
Scarface had barely finished asking when, three seconds later, a soldier pointed toward the distant horizon and shouted.
He turned to look in that direction as well. Sure enough, dozens of ships had appeared in the distance, three carrier groups escorting three oil-laden tankers as they slowly made their way over.
"Tell them to hurry up!"
Scarface shouted, then turned and glanced at the machine gunner he had pushed aside.
"You've got this."
With that, Scarface left the machine-gun position. He reached over, grabbed a bandage from the medical kit, and quickly wrapped his leg. Then he picked up a bottle of hemostatic spray and sprayed his wound several times. As if nothing had happened, he continued directing the battle.
The soldiers nearby couldn't help giving Scarface a thumbs-up. Quite a few of them had seen his injury, but many hadn't done anything about it.
One reason was that many of Chang'an's old-timers knew what Scarface had done back then.
So they had deliberately ignored his wound. But at least Scarface hadn't cried like a girl. He had dealt with it swiftly and cleanly.
It wasn't that they had forgiven Scarface. They still held a grudge over the way he had betrayed the Empress.
The fighting continued, and the carrier groups in the distance were rapidly making their way over.
Aboard the flagship destroyer of one of the carrier groups, Li Xie watched