"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Three cannon shots roared, shaking the heavens with the sound of golden drums.
Zheng Gongcheng left Chen Guang, Yang Zu, Lin Fu, and Zhang Zai, four generals, to lead the troops in guarding Penghu, then raised his command flag on his own flagship, ordered the sails be hoisted and the anchor weighed, and set sail directly for Treasure Island.
Thrusting through the waves, the warship sliced the sea into long skirts of water.
Li Changzhou stood on the deck, his light cotton robe and the three mast's white sails bulging with the soft sea breeze.
"This journey likely won't be peaceful," Yang Qinglan said, standing beside him, her black hair blowing in the wind, as if ready to ride it away.
"If an enemy comes, we'll confront them, and if trouble arises, we'll cover it up; and if it really comes to it, we'll strike first and you guys will have to complete the mission," Li Changzhou said, his elbow resting on the ship's railing unconsciously.