He turned and pointed to the warship behind him: "Then let him see what the power of Qin is like!"
The scholar, his face pale, quickly took his leave. Watching the small boat disappear into the distance, Zhang Erhe approached and said, "Grand Commandant, you are wise. This Water King is indeed cunning and shrewd. If a real contest were to take place, it's hard to guarantee he doesn't have a backup plan."
"So this Grand Commandant is not going to fall for his trick," the wicked man sneered. "Since you're here, let's have a good fight! Besides..."
He gazed into the distance: "Since this Water King dared to propose a contest, it shows he's very confident in his abilities. The longer we delay with someone like that, the more dangerous it becomes. Perhaps..."
Before he could finish speaking, a large flag suddenly rose from the Baiyue naval formation opposite them. The flag was entirely blood red, fluttering in the sea breeze like a blood-stained cloud.
"A murderous banner!" an old fisherman exclaimed in shock. "They're going to fight to the death! The Water King is truly enraged!"
The wicked man raised his telescope again. Through the telescope, he saw a figure emerge from the Water King's cabin.
He was a tall, middle-aged man, dressed in black, with a deep-set face. He stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the ship, gazing into the distance with a sharp, piercing gaze. Just from his imposing presence, one could tell he was a formidable opponent.
"Since you're determined to fight to the death..." the wicked man sneered, "then this Grand Commandant will see whether the Qin warships are more powerful, or your naval warfare tactics are superior!"
"Give the order to the entire army!" he said in a deep voice, "Prepare for battle!"
The entire fleet immediately tensed up. The Mohist mechanics took their positions, every weapon ready. The soldiers stood solemnly, awaiting the order to battle.
This will be the first time that the Great Qin has clashed with an enemy at sea. Although outnumbered, the wicked man is not afraid in the slightest. The efforts of the Mohist mechanics over the past five months have been for this moment.
On the distant sea, the Baiyue warships had completed their formation change. They adopted a peculiar formation, resembling a giant fishing net, ready to engulf the Qin fleet.
Two fleets faced off on the sea. Waves crashed against the hulls, creating a deafening roar. On the vast ocean, an earth-shattering battle was about to unfold!
The wicked man took one last look at the Water King in the telescope, only to find that the other was also looking in his direction. Their eyes met across the distance, and both saw an unwavering determination in each other's eyes.
"Give the order to the entire army!" The wicked man raised his longsword, his voice booming, "Prepare..."
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