The moon in the sky is pure white, bathed in its bright light.
On the transport ships carrying large numbers of land soldiers, the Yan soldiers forced them all onto the deck, made them lie prone on the ship's railings, and then the Yan soldiers who were to carry out the execution drew their swords and, at the sound of a command, all swung their swords down in unison.
"Bang bang bang bang bang."
It wasn't a single sound, but a series of heads falling, crashing into the deep sea, splashing up waves, and sinking in an instant.
The soldiers on the ship paid no attention to the sponge. They dragged up the corpses that had collapsed on the deck, threw the headless bodies into the sea, and then the soldiers pushed the next batch of people in, repeating the previous actions.
Beheading, dragging the corpse, throwing it.
During round after round of executions, the brown deck gradually became damp, and stepping on it would even splatter blood. Blood flowed down the railings in lines, staining the ship's side below bright red.
The bright moon shines in the sky, and it remains pure white.
The moon in the sea was shattered, turning blood red and murky.
The fishy smell grew stronger, and the crimson tide pounded against the hull, splashing up crimson foam. Schools of fish slowly gathered underwater, swimming happily. At the same time, the shrimp and crabs in the deepest part of the water crawled out of their nests, enjoying a rare feast.
On the Sun Goddess, Wilson lay sprawled on the deck, like a corpse.
But he didn't die; he just lost control of his body in immense fear, collapsing to the ground and occasionally twitching.
Countless screams, wails, pleas for mercy, and curses constantly entered his ears, driving him almost insane. He was afraid that he would be the next one dragged onto the ship's railing.
While the previous shelling and fighting were extremely dangerous, this bloody massacre is the real terror compared to that; it's like being in hell.
He was not unfamiliar with such massacres; he had witnessed them many times when the natives were slaughtered on the continent of Feni.
But tonight is different from then; tonight, it is they who are being slaughtered.
Only this time did he truly feel death was close at hand, and it was at this moment that he felt endless regret. If he could do it all over again, he would never have boarded this ocean-going warship.
On the other side was Clemento, kneeling on the ground.
He knelt on the ground, utterly dejected, his bloodshot eyes staring at the deck, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.
The words of protest had already been spoken at the start of the execution, but to no avail. This ruler of Yan was not as gentle as he appeared; on the contrary, he was exceptionally cruel, vicious, and violent, showing neither the slightest pity nor the slightest reverence.
The victory in one battle made him so arrogant that he dared to kill so many people without considering the consequences.
Overwhelmed by intense anger and grief, Clemento could no longer contain himself. He abruptly raised his head and roared at Qin Ze, who was sitting in front of him:
"You executioner!!!"
"How dare you... how dare you slaughter the people of my Saru Kingdom like this!"
Qin Ze, seated calmly in his chair, showed no anger whatsoever. He crossed his arms and looked at Clemento, whose face was contorted with rage.
"If we lose this battle, won't you just do the same thing on our land in the future?"
Clemento ignored them and continued howling:
No! You are the devil! You are the real devil!
"Heh." Qin Ze chuckled softly.
"What utter nonsense are you spouting!" Dian Wei roared, stepping forward and kicking Clemento to the ground. Then he turned to Qin Ze and said:
"My lord, why don't we just kill this guy too!"
Qin Ze shook his head.
"We should send the promised gift to that woman."
Clemento, who had been kicked to the ground, was still nauseous and vomiting violently. This was not because Dian Wei's kick had been too forceful, but because of the strong smell of blood on the sea – the blood of the soldiers he had brought with him.
Since setting sail from China, more than 500 warships and over 100,000 personnel, including many elite naval and army troops, have been deployed. But after tonight, only a few thousand will return. What a price to pay!
Since the start of the 'New World Project', the casualties this time have been even greater than those in the 'Hockums Incident', making it the country's largest naval battle in the last decade.
Looking at the whole picture, the total number of deaths among all the personnel sent by various countries is unimaginable.
'New World'? This Yan Kingdom is hardly a new world.
This is practically a place where the devil dwells!
Clemento felt a deep sense of fear amidst vomiting and trembling; he suddenly realized that this voyage seemed to have opened a passage to hell.
And at this moment.
The sound of footsteps gradually approached, and Clement turned his head in pain, only to see Qin Ze's indifferent face.
"alright."
"After killing for so long, it's time to say goodbye."
Clemento shuddered, his pupils constricting sharply.
Qin Ze's lips curled slightly as he looked down at him and said:
"Don't be nervous, I said I wouldn't kill you, so I won't."
"If I want to kill, I can kill anytime."
He continued:
"Thirty ships have been set aside, and crew members have been left behind. We hope you can return to the continent of Leon safely."
"After you meet your queen, please pass on a message for me." Qin Ze squatted down, a faint smile on his face.
“Tell her.”
"I look forward to meeting her."
"I believe it won't be long."
Under Clemento's horrified gaze, Qin Ze stood up and continued:
"Never forget."
"This is important."
Without saying another word, Qin Ze turned and left, returning to the Yanhuang ship accompanied by his guards.
Clemento, on the other hand, was dragged up by the Flame Soldiers and taken to another ship, the execution ships.
Without exception, all the weapons on the thirty ships were removed, leaving only the basic crew members. After the Yan soldiers disembarked, only they remained on the ships, along with the filthy blood left behind.
Then, in the darkness of night.
Thirty ships, their hulls a deep red and reeking of blood, hastily returned to port. Clemento, aboard one of them, lay slumped on the ground, his eyes vacant, muttering to himself:
"Executioner...devil..."
He knew all too well that the battle was not over; tonight was merely the beginning.
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