Fang Xiang and Fang Bi copied Zi Shou, stripping off their armor and feeling much lighter. Ignoring the retreat flags the Messenger had already raised, they drew the long sabers at their waists and thrust them skyward. "Follow me! Take their ships!"
There was also a young officer with a great coil of rope on his back. He plunged into the water and swam like a flood dragon, trailing an ever-lengthening rope behind him. He boarded several oilships in succession, actually lashing them together with the rope.
The young officer shouted, "Hold the ships steady!"
Amid the shouting, he plunged back into the water.
Countless arrows rained down around him, but he rolled left and right, surfaced and submerged, and covered more than ten meters with a single dive without taking a single hit. In the blink of an eye, he had linked dozens of oilships together, and the Shang Army soldiers aboard them began laying planks to climb onto the Yue Army's larger ships.
Zi Shou stared, dumbfounded. Fuck, what kind of people were these?
Defying orders in broad daylight?
Arrows struck him and fell away with metallic clinks.
I took off my armor because the Imperial Robe has dragon scales, and its protection is far stronger than that lousy armor. Didn't you notice that the Imperial Robe doesn't cover my head, so I haven't dared touch my helmet?
Zi Shou had planned everything out. With the Imperial Robe on, nothing could happen to him. If he personally covered the retreat, old man Wen, who would soon arrive, would find it even harder to reprimand him. He might even get to keep commanding the campaign, and he could secretly fake an injury. With even the commander wounded, a minor defeat would become a major one.
But now the soldiers