As the most outstanding anti-drug police officer in China in her previous life, Qin Qianluo tragically died at the age of twenty-five during an undercover mission. She accidentally activated a dorm...
In the past, Tianxuan's ships, lacking advanced navigation and power equipment, were like travelers groping in the dark.
They often have to drift on the turbulent and dangerous seas for months on end, a long journey that seems to have no end in sight.
Along the way, they often encountered raging storms, with howling winds sweeping in like the roar of demons.
The torrential rain lashed against the boat, making a crackling sound. The vessel swayed precariously in the wind and waves, threatening to capsize at any moment.
In such harsh conditions, it is common for ships to lose their course or deviate from their course, which makes the voyage even longer and more arduous.
It also greatly depleted the crew's energy and resources; every voyage was a tough battle against nature.
Qin Qianluo was meticulous and thoughtful, knowing that many soldiers were riding on such a fast warship for the first time.
The sudden acceleration and turbulent sailing could be difficult for soldiers accustomed to smooth sailing to adapt to.
So she specifically sought out the helmsman and earnestly instructed him to slow down.
After understanding her intention, the helmsman carefully adjusted the speed of the oars, trying to make the warship sail more smoothly.
Even so, some people still suffer greatly from the torment of this high-speed travel.
Princess Ning Shuyao, who jumped up and down, insisted on coming along, and was one of them.
At this moment, she sat slumped on the deck, her face deathly pale, her hair disheveled.
Her once meticulously styled hair was now loose, with a few strands falling limply beside her bloodless face.
Her eyes were filled with pain and helplessness. Her usually bright and lively eyes were now dull and lifeless, leaving only weakness and discomfort on her face.
Ning Shuyao collapsed weakly, her hands gripping the edge of the deck tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, as if this could alleviate the churning discomfort in her stomach.
Her body trembled slightly with the rocking of the warship, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, and every rise and fall of the waves made her feel as if she were in the abyss of hell.
Seeing this, Qin Qianluo felt both helpless and heartbroken, and quickly found the bottle of seasickness medicine in her space.
She gently handed the medicine to Ning Shuyao and patted her shoulder lightly to comfort her.
The warship slowly anchored in a calm sea not far from the Japanese island. The seawater rippled in the breeze, like a huge blue ribbon gently swaying.
The warships carrying the Tianxuan soldiers made a brief rest here. The soldiers disembarked and stretched their stiff bodies.
Some soldiers were stretching on the deck, doing simple stretching exercises or vigorously waving their arms, trying to dispel the fatigue from the long voyage.
Some were exchanging their experiences along the way, their faces beaming with excitement and curiosity as they shared the extraordinary seascapes and thrilling moments they had witnessed.
The cooks bustled between the kitchen and the deck, the flames on the stoves roaring.
The food in the pot emitted an enticing aroma, and wisps of smoke rose up, adding a touch of warmth and comfort to the tense and oppressive atmosphere.
Qin Qianluo stood at the bow of the boat, her robes fluttering in the wind, making her look like a war god descending from the sky.
She gazed at the distant coastline of Japan, her eyes firm and resolute, as if she could see through the conspiracies and dangers hidden behind that land.
Her gaze was cold and profound, like a cold star twinkling in the night sky, quietly scrutinizing everything before her.
She already had a plan in mind and did not intend to use the traditional method of challenging others.
After all, the two sides don't speak the same language, and their verbal sparring not only wastes valuable time but also has no practical significance.
Although she could understand Japanese, she really didn't want to act as a translator and waste her breath.
In her view, a direct attack is more decisive and efficient, and can achieve strategic objectives in the shortest time.
To catch the enemy off guard, quickly break through their defenses, and seize the initiative on the battlefield—this was also Mu Yunxi's idea.
After a brief rest, Mu Yunxi, with a cold expression and upright posture, decisively raised her right hand and gave the order to attack.
As soon as she gave the order, a neat and loud response rang out from the warship, the sound like a surging wave soaring into the sky.
The soldiers quickly took their positions, and the archers skillfully nocked their arrows. Their eyes were focused and determined, and the arrowheads gleamed coldly, as if they were ready to tear through the enemy's defenses at any moment.
The gunners carefully inspected the cannons, wiping the barrels and adjusting the firing angles to ensure that each cannon could unleash its maximum power.
The axemen gripped their weapons tightly, their arm muscles taut.
The blade gleamed sharply in the sunlight, as if telling a story of the brutality of the impending battle.
A fierce battle is about to begin, and the air seems to be filled with tension and a sense of impending doom.
The Japanese soldiers' hearts nearly stopped when they saw more than a dozen warships sailing in and stopping not far from the beach.
They weren't naive enough to think that the Tianxuan army was there as guests, after all, they knew what those Japanese envoys had done.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many soldiers on the beach. But looking at Tianxuan's majestic ships and then at the weapons in their hands, a sense of powerlessness rose in their hearts.
How could they possibly win? Just as they expected, the ship stopped not far away and did not continue forward, but then dark cannon muzzles appeared.
Countless shells were fired in their direction, and in an instant, the soldiers on the beach dropped their weapons and fled frantically, wishing they had ten legs.
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