The Yin Shangwu ship streaked across the water like a swordfish, maneuvering in a slanted line to block the path of the Vietnamese sister's warship.
"Change course!" The Vietnamese sister shouted, her face flushed with urgency, but it was already too late.
The other four warships surrounded them with the forceful presence akin to Mount Tai.
"Open fire, sink them," Jiang Xiuming gripped a curved knife, fiercely swinging toward the enemy ship.
The sound of cannons roared, the naval battle commenced.
Although the four ships were lacking in accuracy, they made up for it with a sufficient number of cannons. Even if only a fifth of the shots landed on the deck, it was still a significant blow.
"Fight back!" The Vietnamese sister pondered an escape plan, only to find there was no way out.
