Ujiya did not jump into the water. In this sea far from the mainland, losing a ship meant certain death. He fought to the last moment. His ancestral armor was cracked in many places, his scimitar was full of nicks, and his legs had lost their strength. He could collapse at any moment.
"Leave him behind!"
Ujiya couldn't understand the enemy's words, but when he saw an armored soldier with a rope approaching, he knew he had a chance to live, albeit a humiliating one.
In the distance, the naval transport fleet anchored and watched the fierce carnage unfolding on the lagoon side. They had the confidence to observe, as the fleet had more than two thousand crew members and sailors. The powerful support of the naval forces alone guaranteed their assertive style in Southeast Asia.
"Send a boat over there, let them name a price, and if the price isn't right, we'll set it on fire."
Han Kun's men, who were acting as guides in Southeast Asia, sailed towards the convoy of transport ships in Taiwan with a sense of tragic heroism, and were then lured onto the largest galleon.
“Their name is Chabang. My chieftain asked you to give him a price, and if it's appropriate, those ships are yours.”
Cui Laosi looked at Chabang with a mocking expression and asked in a low voice, "Who is your leader? What is his name?"
Chabang began to shake his head like a rattle-drum. Han Kun had long ago taught him that when encountering people from the Great Xia, he should pretend not to understand anything except when absolutely necessary.
"What if I don't give him the money?" Old Cui also lost his temper. The escort fleet had just left, and the ghost ship came. It was clearly done by his own people. They were trying to fool him and think he was an idiot.
Chabang held up one finger and said three words: "A fire..."
"I....."
Old Cui almost slapped the Southeast Asian monkey to death, but in the end he held back and said to a burly man behind him, "Seventh Brother, go and estimate the price."
Although Ugiya's hands and feet were bound, he received excellent treatment. After his wounds were bandaged, he was thrown into a corner to get some fresh air.
Ujiya watched as the Great Xia's transport fleet returned, docked at the Sharma Great Rao cargo ship, unloaded pepper, sandalwood, gems, and other goods onto their sailing ships, and then set fire to the Zhu fleet, burning it to the ground.
"You... are people of Great Xia?"
Ujiya asked a question with trembling hands. Even if he was stupid, he would understand that these ghost ship pirates had an inextricable connection with the Great Xia.
A cold-faced young man glanced at Ugia and said indifferently, "Greed drives people mad, madness leads to destruction, and curiosity... is the same."
A new part of the story is about to begin, so I'm writing a bit slower. The next chapter will be posted a little later.
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