"Uh, if you put it that way, I don't want it anymore either." Li Qianxia withdrew her hand.
"Take it." Li Changzhou tossed the storage bag to his sister. "People of the martial world don't care about such things."
"What if Qinglan wants it?"
"Want to test the sharpness of my flying sword? Don't go looking for trouble."
"You try! I'll put my neck here, you try! If you don't try today, you're my little brother!"
Okay, she's impressive.
After a brief argument, Li Qianxia happily played with her storage bag.
She took the Vampire Gun and Desert Eagle out of her backpack and put them into her storage bag—the Mech Speedster motorcycle was too big.
This can save the time required to retrieve the item, which is equivalent to 5 heartbeats.
This approach has both advantages and disadvantages: the storage bag could be stolen, and it would be inconvenient for Li Changzhou to use it.
She hung the storage bag around her waist, and judging from her expression, if she had a phone, she would definitely take a selfie and post it on social media.
"With the Sword Control Technique, the attack range increases, giving us another way to deal with the Hell Path tomorrow," Yang Qinglan mused.
"This is the blessing I, 'Queen Mother of the West,' bestow upon you." The murderer, Yaochi, felt no shame, but rather pride.
"It doesn't really matter if I go through the eighteen levels of hell." Li Changzhou was speaking from the heart.
When the Value Game first started, he almost ran himself to death on the University of Minnesota's playground, learned the Flame Wave, and then put his hands on the fire to roast.
It's not that he's not afraid of pain, nor does he like pain; he just doesn't take pain seriously.
To succeed, you need three things: background, talent, and hard work. Hard work is the least important, but it is the most basic.
I can avoid hardship, but I'm not afraid of hardship either.
That being said, the pain inflicted by reaching the S-level Hell Path is definitely not as simple as putting your hand on a fire.
The next day, at dawn, the location was shrouded in thick fog.
"All soldiers, listen to my command!" Zheng Chenggong drew the imperial sword bestowed upon him by Emperor Longwu from his waist.
"Looking towards the direction of our vassal's bow (a term for the prow of a ship), we will advance in a swift and decisive manner, crush those barbarians, and reclaim our homeland!"
"Give us back our homeland!"
"Give us back our homeland!"
Tens of thousands of people roared in unison.
Zheng Chenggong immediately ordered the sails to be raised and anchor to be pulled up, taking advantage of the soldiers' high morale to approach the island.
The Luermen Channel is very shallow, and the Dutch sank some of their ships there. Logically, it should be impossible to pass through, and historically, the Dutch have never bothered with this area.
In the end, thanks to He Bin's knowledge of Taiwan, he predicted a high tide that would make the water more than three meters deep, allowing Zheng Chenggong's navy to secretly land on the island.
At this time, Luermen was already heavily guarded by the Dutch.
Amidst the fog, a red light flashed, and the 36 cannons of the 'Beckedea' fired first!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Another large warship, the 'Hekto,' led three smaller warships in, closing in and firing their cannons.
"Lord Guoxing!" Commanders Chen Guang and Chen Chong rushed over.
Zheng Jun attacked Luermen with only forty ships, all of which were hastily requisitioned, shallow-draft sailboats, each with only two cannons, making them extremely inferior in size and firepower.
Moreover, they were ambushed and surrounded!
"Attack!" Zheng Chenggong uttered only one word.
"Understood!"
Chen Guang and Chen Chong were experienced in battle and had simulated this battle countless times in their minds. They immediately took advantage of their numerical superiority in ships and adopted a strategy of encirclement, attacking from various directions.
In an instant, artillery fire raged through the Luermen waterway, and smoke filled the sea.
Li Changzhou and his three companions stood on the deck, watching the soldiers coming and going, loading shells, their eyes wide with amazement.
I've traveled back in time a few times, but this is the first time I've witnessed a real battlefield.
"Bang!"
The Dutch cannons had a long range and hit a Zheng ship that was trying to get close.
The ship's hull cracked, splinters flew everywhere, and a soldier was blown into the air. The mast also flew off and fell into the sea, resembling a corpse.
"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Land on the island!" He Bin and Huang Zhao, leading the special forces—the Iron Man Army, rowed their small boats with all their might, shooting towards the land like arrows.
On the other side, dozens of men were also rowing their oars with all their might. Five or six fire boats sped toward the Dutch ship amidst the sound of cannon fire. The boats were loaded with hemp and palm leaves that had been soaked in grease and sprinkled with gunpowder.
They were heading to the bomb depot!
"Shoot down those small boats," the Dutch officer on board the 'Beckedea' ordered, having already been warned.
The cannons of the Hongyi army were turned around and aimed at the charging troops.
"Jump ship! Quickly!" Zhou Bin, the leader of dozens of men, roared.
"Splash!" Everyone plunged into the water like fish.
At the same time, with a loud "boom!", the fire ship turned into a fireball, with flames shooting into the sky.
Zhou Bin dived into the sea and looked at the crimson surface of the ocean; his heart pounded.
Having fallen into the red-haired devils' trap, the fire ship's sneak attack failed, and this time... it seems we're going to lose!
He pulled his stunned comrade beside him, pointed in the direction of Zheng's ship, and signaled for retreat.
Dozens of men, all excellent swimmers, reminded each other and swam back like arrows, their legs thumping.
"stop!"
"Hmm—"
Zhou Bin stared wide-eyed as his friend sank to the bottom of the sea.
"Rest!" "Rest!" "Rest!"
"Ugh!" "Ugh!"
They couldn't even scream in the sea; they could only see dozens of men losing their strength one after another, floating in the water.
One by one, the bullets whistled into the water, drawing white lines around Zhou Bin.
Impossible! Absolutely impossible! A musket couldn't possibly have that kind of power!
A musket that couldn't even penetrate a cotton-padded coat in the rain wouldn't have the power to kill anyone in such deep seawater!
This is not a musket!
We must go back and tell Lord Koxinga!
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