"Xiong Chumo, relay my order: launch a counterattack!"

Xiong Chumo's fighting spirit soared, "Yes!!"

With Xiahou Zhenglin falling into a coma, the Southern Barbarians' first, imposing attack was aborted, and they hastily withdrew their troops in a dismal fashion.

The soldiers at Abaguan were scratching their heads, wondering what the Southern Barbarians were up to. Were they putting on a grand show?

However, they didn't need to think about anything else; they obeyed orders, quickly boarded the warships, and took the initiative to attack.

Although the Southern Barbarian army retreated hastily, their withdrawal was orderly.

Seeing the pursuing Dasheng warships, they remained calm and composed. They left some ships to cover their retreat while the rest turned back like water.

When it comes to fighting on water, they consider themselves the best in the world.

The two warships quickly clashed, exchanging arrows before their ships collided. The two sides then jumped onto each other's ships and began close combat.

In an era without large shipborne weapons, this was how naval warfare was conducted.

Slightly more advanced ones might use crossbows, but a few crossbows on a ship wouldn't be very effective.

If too many crossbows are loaded, the wooden warships won't be able to withstand the recoil, so it's better not to load them at all.

Having more troops might give us an advantage in close-quarters combat.

Suddenly, someone on one of the retreating warships of the Southern Barbarians exclaimed, "General, what is that?"

The south was shrouded in mist, and it was early morning, so the warships were quite visible, but a tiny person standing on the water would be easily missed if one wasn't paying attention.

Upon hearing this, the general turned his head and saw countless shadows, like shooting stars, rushing towards him through the misty water.

He thought he was seeing a ghost.

How can someone run while standing on water?

And it wasn't just one or two, but tens of thousands upon tens of thousands of them.

They moved like phantoms in the fog, rushing forward in a flash and throwing out countless grappling hooks.