On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Deep in Borneo, the stifling heat of the rainforest is like an invisible steamer, and the humid air is so thick and sticky that it is suffocating.

The simple wooden village was filled with the stench of sweat, mildew and a sense of despair.

Chu Batian curled up on a straw mat in the corner. His once burly figure was now skinny, with sunken eye sockets and bloodshot eyes. He stared at a hard brown rice cake in his hand.

Prime Minister Chen Yuan leaned against a wooden pillar nearby, his breath weak and his face pale as gold paper.

"Your Majesty, please eat something." A loyal old servant tremblingly handed over half a bowl of turbid wild vegetable soup.

Chu Batian suddenly waved his hand and knocked over the soup bowl, splashing the soup all over the floor.

"What do you eat? Poisonous insects or rotten leaves?"

His voice was hoarse and dry, like a broken bellows. "I am the Son of Heaven, yet I have fallen into such a state."

"Your Majesty, please calm down." The old servant knelt on the ground in fear.

"Calm down, haha, calm down." Chu Batian let out a miserable laugh like a night owl. "My fleet is gone. Java Island surrendered to those local kings of Daqian. They took my gold, and now they won't even show up. The Dayaks only feed these pigs."

He struggled to his feet and staggered to the wooden window.

Outside the window, there is endless, despairingly dense green.

The raindrops hit the broad leaves with a monotonous sound.

Several skinny and pale Dayak warriors, holding crude bamboo spears, leaned listlessly against the village wall with numb eyes.

"Where's the divine messenger? Where's that guy pretending to be a god?" Chu Batian turned around suddenly, a fierce glint in his eyes. "Didn't he say that the gods would protect me? Where is that protection?"

"Your Majesty," Chen Yuan said weakly, "the divine messenger left the village yesterday and said he was going to other tribes to seek divine advice."

"Praying to the oracle, haha, did you run away with the gold?" Chu Batian laughed wildly, his laughter filled with endless sadness and resentment, "All liars are liars."

He suddenly drew the rusty sword from his waist and hacked at the wooden pillars beside him, sending sawdust flying. "Murong Yan! Lin Zhen! Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go!"

"Your Majesty!" Chen Yuan struggled to stop it.

"Get out of here!" Chu Batian kicked Chen Yuan away and continued to hack and chop wildly, roaring like a beast.

He leaned on his sword until his strength was exhausted, gasping for breath, and turbid tears mixed with sweat slid down from his sunken eye sockets.

From deep within the rainforest, the dull beats of indigenous ritual drums could be heard, one after another, like the death knell for this doomed emperor.

Quanzhou Shipyard, secret gun test site.

Deep in the harbor, far away from the hustle and bustle, there is a secluded bay backed by a cliff.

The huge "Burning Sky Divine Thunder" gun barrel was fixed on a special steel base, and the black muzzle was aimed at the target ship floating on the sea in the distance - an abandoned old Nanchu warship.

Lin Zhen, wearing a black cloak, stood on a temporary observation platform with a calm look.

Chu Xiling, dressed in work clothes, stood beside the gun emplacement, her cold eyes fixed on the complex instrument panel. Several Fenlei Guard engineers were operating nervously.

"Load armor-piercing bullets!" Chu Xiling ordered.

The heavy steel armor-piercing shell was pushed into the barrel, and the locking mechanism made a dull thud.

"Inject water and increase pressure! Target distance, four and a half miles! Direction, three degrees south of due east!" The engineer counted loudly.

The high-pressure steam pipe emitted a low hiss, and the pressure gauge pointer slowly climbed.

"The pressure has reached the standard! Prepare for launch!" The engineer looked at Chu Xiling.

Chu Xiling nodded slightly, her eyes swept across the instrument panel, and finally fell in the direction of Lin Zhen.

Lin Zhen raised his hand.

"Fire!" the order was given.

"boom--!"

A deafening bang!

The muzzle spewed out an orange-red tongue of fire several feet long!

The huge recoil caused the heavy gun mount to suddenly fall back!

Visible wind waves swept across, blowing the grass and trees on the shore down!

The shells tore through the air, making a sharp and piercing whistling sound!

Almost instantly, a huge ball of fire suddenly exploded in the middle of the target ship on the sea in the distance!

"Boom——!"

A violent explosion followed!

Wood chips, iron pieces, and smoke rose into the sky!

The old warship was torn in half like paper!

In the huge gap, flames were burning!

The wreckage quickly tilted and sank into the sea!

On the high platform, Lin Zhen's deep eyes reflected the raging flames and thick smoke on the sea, and a sharp light flashed by.

"Armor-piercing explosive bomb, four and a half miles, directly hit the target's core and destroy it." Chu Xiling's cold voice sounded, without any ripples, but with unquestionable confirmation.

"Okay." Lin Zhen's voice was low, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. "Next item, firing rate."

Chu Xiling turned and said to the engineer, "Replace high-explosive ammunition. Target, Reef Group No. 3. Test rapid fire."

"Yes!"

The muzzle of the gun slowly turned and aimed at a jagged black reef in the distance.

......

The air on Lilac Island is thick and fragrant, with the rich scent of cloves and cardamom almost condensed into substance.

On the simple pier at the port, Zhou Tong, the head of the Daqian Development Department, was standing side by side with the local king Baturu. Behind them were piles of spice boxes and gift boxes of silk and porcelain.

A symbolic "trade and exchange" ceremony is underway.

King Baturu forced a smile on his dark face, but his eyes kept sweeping over the Sea Harrier, which was anchored in the deep water with its gun muzzle pointed at the enemy.

Zhou Tong wore a warm smile and spoke appropriately, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle as he scanned the crowd around him. In the eyes of those dark-skinned islanders, curiosity and vigilance were intertwined, and there were a few sinister glances, hiding in the shadows like poisonous snakes.

"Your Majesty," Zhou Tong pointed at a piece of shimmering Shu brocade, "This is the finest quality from our Daqian Shu. It's warm in winter and cool in summer, and it perfectly complements your majesty."

Baturu stroked the smooth brocade, greed flashing in his eyes: "Great, the Great Qian Dynasty is indeed rich in resources."

Just then, there was a commotion outside the crowd.

Several Dayak coolies who were carrying huge wooden boxes of spices seemed to lose their balance. The heavy boxes suddenly tilted, the lids burst open, and black cardamom with a pungent smell poured down like a waterfall, rolling all over the ground in an instant!

The crowd screamed and retreated, and the scene was in chaos for a while!

"Protect the lord!" The captain of the guard beside Zhou Tong shouted, and several elite guards drew their swords in an instant, protecting Zhou Tong and Batulu in the middle.

In the chaos, a gray shadow slid in like a ghost, sticking to the shadow of the overturned wooden box!

His movements were incredibly fast, it was the "Shadow Thorn"!

The hideous scar on his face was distorted in the chaotic light and shadow, his dead eyes locked onto Zhou Tong, and the bone dagger with a dark blue poisonous light was silently unsheathed and pierced Zhou Tong's back!

At the critical moment!

"boom!"

A crisp sound of musket explosion!

A ball of blood suddenly burst out from the wrist of Shadow Ci holding the dagger!

The bone dagger flew out of his hand and fell to the ground with a clang!

He groaned, his body froze, and the dead silence in his eyes was instantly replaced by astonishment!

On an inconspicuous little fishing boat beside the pier, there was an Embroidered Uniform Guard spy disguised as a fisherman, with smoke coming out of the muzzle of his pistol.

He kept moving, flipped over and jumped onto the pier, with a poisoned short crossbow in his hand!

"There's an assassin! Capture him!" the captain of the guards roared, and the guards pounced on Shadow Assassin like wolves and tigers!

Shadow Ci reacted extremely quickly. Ignoring the sharp pain in his wrist, he raised his left hand and scattered a bag of black powder into the air! It was the "Soul-Loving Incense"! The pungent aroma instantly filled the air!

"Hold your breath!" Zhou Tong shouted urgently, and at the same time pulled the frightened Baturu back quickly!

The guards hesitated for a moment, and Shadow Thorn slid into the chaotic crowd like a loach, and disappeared behind a row of spice warehouses in a few flashes.

"Chase!" The Embroidered Uniform Guard spy shouted, and several figures chased after him like arrows.

King Baturu's face was pale. He looked at the blue bone dagger and the strange fragrance on the ground in shock. Then he looked at Zhou Tong with a stern expression. The last trace of hope in his eyes disappeared.

He understood that the shadow of Borneo had already cast a shadow over his Lilac Island.

Quanzhou Shipyard, Secret Bay.

The deafening roar of artillery fire had just subsided, and the remains of reefs torn apart by the main gun of the "Burning Sky Divine Thunder" were floating on the sea, and the smoke had not yet dissipated.

Lin Zhen stood on the high platform, his black cloak fluttering in the blast, his deep eyes reflecting the turbid waves rolling on the sea.

A captain of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, exhausted and dusty, knelt on one knee and spoke in a hurried voice, "Marshal! Urgent news! Dingxiang Island! Zhou Tong, the head of the Development Department, has been assassinated!"

Lin Zhen turned around abruptly, a cold light flashing in his eyes, like the surface of a frozen lake suddenly shattering: "Who is it?"

"The assassin is a remnant of the Southern Chu clan, codenamed Shadow Assassin, and formerly the leader of the Chu Tyrant's palace guards! He was injured by our undercover agents, but he escaped using poisonous smoke. We are still pursuing him! The assassin used a poison-filled wooden bone dagger and a secret incense made by the Dayak tribe of Borneo!"

The captain presented a secret report, "This is the evidence seized at the scene and the confession of the spy!"

Lin Zhen took the report and his eyes swept across it like lightning. A cold murderous intent emanated from him like a substance, and the air around them seemed to freeze instantly.

"Chu Batian," Lin Zhen said in a low voice, each word falling like a bead of ice, "you're looking for death."

He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the turbulent South China Sea: "Send the order!"

"Nanyang Navy, the three ships Zhenhai, Dingyuan, and Yangwei, weigh anchor immediately! Target: the waters off Borneo! Block all ingress and egress channels! Sink any vessel approaching the Borneo coast, regardless of fishing or merchant status!"

"Fenlei Guard Task Force, embark with the ship! Carry the new type of Fenlei Explosive Bomb! Target: all suspected pirate strongholds and Dayak tribal docks along the coast of Borneo!"

"The Embroidered Uniform Guard's Nanyang Division, all available spies, deploy to Borneo! Find the exact location of Chu Batian hiding in the wooden village! I want him alive, or his body dead!"

"Also," Lin Zhen glanced at Chu Xiling beside him, "how is the outfitting progress of the Breaking Wave?"

"The sealing of the main turret has been resolved, and the high-pressure pipeline explosion-proof test has passed. It can be launched for sea trials within three days." Chu Xiling responded coldly.

"Alright." Lin Zhen's eyes gleamed even colder. "Three days from now, the Breaking Waves' test voyage will be diverted to Borneo! I, the king, will personally visit the front lines and witness the destruction of this trapped beast!"

The order spread like thunder throughout the naval camp. Trumpets blew, drums roared! Vast ironclad warships, puffing thick smoke, slowly pulled away from the harbor, like three enraged steel beasts, pouncing on the miasma-shrouded deathly land.