Unfortunately, no matter how fast they ran, they couldn't outrun the shells. One shell after another exploded, leaving the beach littered with severed limbs and blood that gradually stained it red.
After the bombardment by the Tianxuan warships, the Japanese soldiers on the beach either ran away or died, and the Tianxuan soldiers also stopped firing.
The warships gradually approached the Japanese coast. Once the warships were stationary, the gangways were quickly set up. Mu Yunxi glanced at Qin Qianluo, who had already taken out her double-edged scimitar, before giving the order.
Tianxuan's army charged toward the location of the Japanese royal palace. Qin Qianluo was at the forefront, her double-edged scimitar leaving afterimages as she swung it, her armor stained with blood.
Qin Qianluo's usually smiling face was now cold and ruthless, with bloodstains on her cheeks.
She pressed on, attacking any Japanese soldiers she encountered without slowing her pace.
Yao Guang, holding a long sword, followed closely behind Qin Qianluo. She was also covered in blood, and her silver armor had almost turned blood red.
The two men's bravery boosted the morale of Tianxuan's soldiers, and shouts of battle and cries of agony filled the air.
Qi Meng did not follow, which was also Qin Qianluo's idea. After all, it was only after Qi Meng begged Qin Qianluo that she agreed to bring Qi Meng along.
Moreover, on the battlefield, swords have no eyes, and Qimeng is, after all, her sister's savior, so she would never allow Qimeng to get involved.
The gale, carrying a strong, salty smell, raged across the vast sea, howling sharply as if it wanted to drag everything in the world into endless chaos.
The waves crashed one after another, like angry beasts baring their fangs and claws, lunging at the warship. The warship rocked violently in the waves, emitting a dull, heavy creaking sound.
Every sound seemed to tell of the tension and grimness of the impending war, the sounds mixed with fear, unease, and a vague worry about an unknown fate.
Qi Meng was dressed in a long black robe, the hem of which fluttered wildly in the wind, outlining her tall and mysterious figure.
She stood silently on the warship's lookout tower, like a cold, austere sculpture, her posture upright, as if she were one with the surging sea.
The gale, like a mad beast, wildly tousled her hair, with stray strands whipping against her cold, austere face.
But it was like an ant trying to shake a tree; it couldn't disturb her unwavering gaze in the slightest.
Her eyes, like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, were fixed on Qin Qianluo, who was leading the army to land on the Japanese coast.
In those deep eyes, possessiveness surged like a turbulent tide, growing ever stronger until it almost overflowed.
The fervor and obsession revealed in his eyes made it seem as if everything in the world had turned into nothingness.
Only Qin Qianluo's every move was the focus of her eyes and the only pursuit in her life.
Her breathing was slightly rapid, her chest rising and falling gently with the fluctuations of her emotions, and every time she looked at Qin Qianluo, her eyes were filled with complex feelings.
There was obsession, there was longing, and even more so, there was madness.
Qianxi's squad did not disembark and fight with the main force, but instead remained on the warship in high alert, following Qin Qianluo's orders.
Like loyal guardians, they are always ready to fight to protect Qimeng.
The other members of the squad all wore expressions of anxiety, their eyes drawn to the distant battlefield where smoke was rising, as if drawn by a magnet.
On the battlefield, shouts of battle could be faintly heard, smoke filled the air, and flames soared into the sky. It was a contest between life and death, a choice between glory and destruction.
The figures of the soldiers fighting bravely were faintly visible in the thick smoke, and the blood stained the beach and their eyes red.
The squad members were taut like arrows about to be released from a bow, their hands unconsciously gripping their weapons tightly.
His joints were white from exertion, and blood seemed to seep between his fingers, as if he were ready to leap into the midst of a war-torn battlefield at any moment.
They went to support their comrades who were fighting a bloody battle. Their eyes were filled with anxiety and worry. Their concern for their friends and their fear of war were intertwined in their complex gazes.
Only Qianxi stood quietly to the side, seemingly blending into the tense atmosphere around her, but in reality, she was secretly on guard.
Her gaze seemed to wander casually around, sometimes sweeping across the turbulent sea, sometimes landing on the busy crew.
In fact, he had been secretly observing Qimeng from beginning to end.
Just as Qi Meng was looking at Qin Qianluo, her eyes revealing an undisguised and frantic possessiveness, Qianxi accurately captured this.
In an instant, her heart clenched as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and a strong sense of foreboding surged into her heart like a tidal wave.
Qianxi had always known that Qimeng's behavior and way of thinking were different from ordinary people, and her style of doing things always exuded an elusive mystery and strangeness.
She was also well aware that Qimeng harbored deep hostility towards King Zhao, after all, as Qimeng's confidante, she knew more or less about these matters.
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