The Westerners' ships were tall and imposing, unlike those built in the Central Plains or the Western Regions. They placed greater emphasis on defense and formidable firepower, and their flags were unusual too.
People in the Central Plains and the Western Regions usually used images of deities, heavenly dragons, the Sun God, or the moon god. The Westerners, however, had all sorts of bizarre designs, with no consistency whatsoever. Sometimes they were so casual that a few circles counted as an emblem.
When Ruthis saw the designs on the flags, he breathed a sigh of relief. He had exchanged letters with the Westerners, and these few days happened to be when his newly purchased arms were due to arrive. These ships were all carrying weapons and supplies.
Quite a few Westerners guarded the ships, armed with weapons so lethal that one man could take down a whole crowd.
With these men here, Ruthis had no doubt that Chu Xuanzhen would suffer a crushing defeat this time.
A fatal one.
Ruthis laughed wildly inside without letting it show on his face. Even the pain in his hands seemed to ease. He slowly stood, only to meet the eyes of the man held in the Great Chu emperor's arms. Those eyes were sly and mocking, and the smile on his lips froze.
He had only looked at the ships' flags earlier, without noticing why the ships had stopped.
At that thought, Ruthis looked up again. The Westerners aboard the ships seemed to be panicking, sweeping the sea with gunfire.
What was going on?
By then, the sky was gradually brightening. A pale streak appeared on the horizon, and the darkness over the sea slowly receded.
In the light of the rising sun, Ruthis saw countless enormous fish swimming through the sea. Sometimes