Fearing being killed for his overwhelming merits, the empress decided to marry him.

"Bros!"

At Zheng Haichao's command, twenty warships were linked together with iron chains, and all the selected suicide soldiers gathered together.

He stood on the high platform, raised the wine bowl in his hand, and shouted loudly to the six hundred assassins standing in front of him.

"Our Great Li has encountered an unprecedented upheaval today, and the enemy we face is far stronger than us."

Now, the only way to turn the tide of the battle is for you fearless warriors.

Remember this: Southeast Asia belongs to our Great Li Kingdom, and no one is allowed to interfere!

Therefore, I, Zheng, am making this request of you!

After saying this, he drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, and then smashed the bowl hard on the deck.

The assassins didn't say anything, they just silently drank their wine and smashed their bowls as well.

The wind rustles and the water becomes cold.

At this moment, it also has a rather fitting feel to the occasion.

"Attack!"

At a command, the six hundred suicide soldiers immediately packed up their tools for shoveling and climbing, jumped onto the small fast boats that had been prepared for them, and rowed desperately toward the two Chu army battleships.

Boom boom boom——

The shelling continued, with shells flying across the horizon, creating a constant whistling sound.

On the open sea, corpses of those who had perished were floating everywhere, and many Lebanese sailors were crying out for mercy.

As they saw the fast ship pass by, they desperately shouted for their companions on board to save them.

However, the sailors on these small fast ships ignored it.

After all, they didn't know if they would come back alive.

Jiang Mengxuan quickly noticed the unusual behavior of the Li Kingdom's navy.

What are they planning to do?

She was somewhat confused by the Li Kingdom's naval arrangements, only noticing that dozens of small warships had suddenly appeared on the sea and were rapidly approaching her flagship.

Inside the command center, Shen Lang shook his head upon hearing the news: "I really don't know what they were thinking."

"Since that's the case, then let them truly experience what despair is."

……

"Hey, hey, hey—"

"Hurry up and row!"

"Heave-ho, heave-ho—"

"Three taels of gold!"

"Heave-ho, heave-ho—"

"Let's have a big meal!"

"Heave-ho, heave-ho—"

On the sea, there were as many as thirty fast boats, rowing vigorously and slowly approaching the Po Jun ship amidst the continuous shouts and cries of the naval officers and soldiers.

Their objectives were only twofold: to take advantage of the ship's narrow hull, get close to the battleship, and then board it for close combat, thereby turning the tide of the battle and buying time for the main warships behind them to advance.

Another group infiltrated the bottom of the battleship and used chisels to break through the hull.

Boom, boom, boom——

A barrage of cannon fire landed around the speedboats, whipping up towering columns of water.

Despite their fear, these assassins relentlessly rowed towards the Broken Army.

boom--

Suddenly, a shell landed on one of the speedboats.

In the instant of the explosion, the twenty officers and soldiers on board were torn to pieces along with the boat, with one leg landing squarely on a friendly speedboat.

"Don't look back, keep moving forward!"

The leading officer shouted and, still clutching the crippled leg, continued to direct the remaining fast ships to approach the Broken Army.

Then he glanced at the still-smoking leg, his gaze settling on the relatively intact shoe.

"How pathetic."

After grabbing the shoe and stuffing it into his pocket, he casually tossed his leg aside and continued giving instructions.

Amidst the continuous barrage of cannon fire, after losing five warships, the group of suicide soldiers finally broke through the enemy's line of fire and entered within a hundred meters of the ship's hull.

But when they saw the enormous warship up close, an unprecedented sense of despair and desolation rose in their hearts.

"shooting!"

Suddenly, Chou Tzu-yu gave an order.

Suddenly, two close-combat heavy machine guns on the deck simultaneously spewed fire.

Da da da da——

Puff puff puff——

The bullets poured out mercilessly, creating ripples on the sea before finally striking the Lebanese soldiers on the speedboat.

Blood and spray immediately mingled, and before these Lebanese soldiers could even react to what was happening, they were already enacting a scene of "blood and bodies dancing" under heavy machine gun fire.

In the blink of an eye, all the officers and soldiers on board became corpses, and the ship itself was riddled with bullets from heavy machine guns and began to sink to the bottom of the sea.

"No, we're here to die!"

On a fast boat that had narrowly escaped the machine gun fire, a suicide soldier finally broke down after witnessing his comrades and the boat being riddled with bullets.

He roared, then got up and jumped directly into the sea.

Fear was like a poisonous weed; infected by it, the other assassins also stopped paddling and struggled to get up, wanting to escape this impossible mission.

Unfortunately, they were too late. The heavy machine gun bullets rained down on them mercilessly, and in a short while, a capsized ship and crimson bloodstains appeared on the sea.

And so, this group of Lebanese warriors died in the familiar waters without even getting close to the battleship.

"Ugh--"

Jiang Mengxuan witnessed the entire battle and could only let out a silent sigh.

In the past, when faced with a desperate situation, the generals of Chu made the same decision, which was incredibly tragic.

But now, he has become the powerful oppressor, while the tragic figure has become someone else...

She was overwhelmed with emotion.

On the other side, Zheng Haichao stared blankly as he saw all six hundred of his elite soldiers wiped out without even touching the enemy ship.

"What kind of monster is this? Why would such a terrifying warship appear at sea?"

Just as they were wondering what was going on, the cannons of the Po Jun and Kai Yang roared furiously once again.

A shell landed on the ship's hull and exploded, the shockwave sending the Lebanese soldiers who hadn't had time to dodge flying into the air.

Zheng Haichao's body swayed uncontrollably for a moment, but fortunately, his deputy caught him.

"General Zheng, what should we do!"

The lieutenant asked with a worried expression.

But what can Zheng Haichao do when faced with something so unknown?

Just then, someone came to report: "It's bad, General! The left wing deputy ship has lowered its sails and raised a white flag; they've surrendered to the enemy ship."

"Oh no, the right-wing warship has also raised the white flag."

"The eight warships at the front lowered their sails and hoisted white flags."

Clearly, these naval officers and men were terrified by the battleships' formidable power and, knowing they were no match for them, surrendered to save themselves.

Since they were defeated, they surrendered; the Lebanese soldiers had no intention of dying to defend their country.

"Ugh!"

Zheng Haichao's pupils bled.

“I, Zheng Haichao, a descendant of the Chu people, have never surrendered. They, as native citizens of the Li Kingdom, have lost their fighting spirit at the first sign of setback. It is truly disheartening!”

He suddenly drew his longsword and pointed it at the distant bugle call: "All troops, listen to my command! Advance at full speed! Even if we have to ram them, we'll sink them!"

boom--

Suddenly, a high-explosive bomb landed and exploded in front of him.

Instantly, the entire ship was torn to pieces.

"Uh--"

When Zheng Haichao regained consciousness, he was covered in blood and gore.

He looked at the sky, the life in his pupils rapidly fading.

Gradually, his consciousness returned to the time when he surrendered to the Lebanese Kingdom.

Back then, for the safety of his family, he surrendered to the Lebanese Kingdom with his entire clan, and harmed thousands of his compatriots. He used the lives of their children and property to exchange for his current wealth and status, and also gained the trust of the Lebanese high-ranking officials.

Countless overseas Chinese spoke ill of him behind his back, calling him a scoundrel, but Zheng Haichao didn't care at all.

From the moment he surrendered to the Li Kingdom, he no longer considered himself a member of the Chu Kingdom's overseas Chinese community; his identity was that of the Admiral of the Nanyang Fleet.

But now, he was killed by a cannon shot from a warship from the State of Chu, which also destroyed the navy of the State of Li. It can only be said that the cycle of karma is real.

"God... is this retribution...?"

After uttering his last words, Zheng Haichao breathed his last, his consciousness fading into darkness.

Inside the wrecked warship, the gunfire had ceased.

"Commander, the battle is over. A total of 168 enemy ships were sunk or damaged in this battle."

Eighty-nine enemy ships are willing to surrender, while the whereabouts of the remaining enemy ships are unknown. Should we pursue them?

"Pass the order: halt the pursuit, clean up the battlefield, take over the enemy ships, and continue towards Cape Lookout."

"As ordered."

This naval battle in the South China Seas, which lasted an hour and a half, came to a complete end with a decisive victory for the Chu navy.