"San brother, look at what's in front of me? Why do I look like a warship?" Guo Polu shouted in the distance.

Zhang Shun, who closed his eyes and rested, slowly opened his eyes, looked in that direction and jumped up suddenly. His sleepy eyes just now had become energetic in a blink of an eye.

"Come on, take out all our abducts, and your enemies come to your door!" Zhang Shun screamed without looking back, but the excitement could be heard easily in the screams.

"I've been ready for a long time, I'll wait for your order." A thicker voice appeared behind him.

Zhang Shun looked back in a daze and saw Lao Xu standing behind him with a loaded cannon in his arms with a smile. He couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Why are you on the boat? Aren't you going to stay in Xiangyang City?" Lao Xu is the supervisor of the arsenal, and it is indeed surprising that he got on the boat for no reason.

Lao Xu smiled and said, "Why can't I come up? Tell you, not only I came, but I also brought my son and all my apprentices. This time, everyone involved in the production was on the boat, and no one ran away."

"Why?"

"I've told you a long time ago that my family made fireworks several generations. In the past, this thing was just to help you liven up. Even if it was used in combat, it was just a scare. It really didn't have the lethality at all. But this time I think there will be a change. The time for fireworks to become famous is now. If I'm not on the scene in such a big scene, how can I brag about people in the future?"

"This is a battlefield, aren't you afraid of death?" Zhang Shun suddenly asked with a smile.

Lao Xu curled his lips, "I'm afraid to see my ancestors after death. They asked me where you went when I had such a long face? I can't answer, hehe, I'm not afraid of anything else. Who can never die? What's the difference between death today and death fifty years later?"

Zhang Shun really didn't expect that this person who seemed to be quite confused could say such words, "Then why are you bringing so many people here?"

Lao Xu approached and smiled and said, "I don't hide it from you. I've thought about it for a long time. There will be no good end to doing this. Think about it, if this thing is done, then the Tartars will definitely regard him as a thorn in their eyes. Whoever will do it will become the target of public criticism. These young people have only two ways, either they would rather die than surrender or be forced to be traitors. Instead of letting them make something to harm our own people at that time, it would be better to bring them all now and die together even if they die."

The smile on Zhang Shun's face froze, and after a while, he bowed to Lao Xu solemnly, "I've been taught! Thank you on behalf of all my brothers!"

Lao Xu laughed, "You Zhang Laosan saluted me. This incident made my face shine, but this is not an example. I got on the boat because you, Zhang Laosan, are a character, not because you want to be a hero. To be honest, my son has not yet married."

"San brother, look at the warships that do not have the Song Dynasty flag floating on them."

Zhang Shun and Lao Xu looked over together. Sure enough, some shadows of warships appeared in the mist between the sky and the water. The bows of several ships were fluttering red war flags. Zhang Shun snorted, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, and turned around and asked Lao Xu, "Do you have the courage?"

"It depends on what you want to do?"

"Do you dare to shoot me at the largest warship?"

Old Xu was stunned for a moment, "Isn't that Fan Wenhu's ship?"

"Bad Fan Wenhu!" Zhang Shun cursed indifferently, "That bastard has already run away, otherwise wouldn't his handsome flag be on his boat?"

"You mean the Tartars on the boat now?" Old Xu opened his eyes wide. He couldn't believe that Fan Wenhu had thrown away his own boat.

Since leaving, Zhang Gui moved a chair and placed it on the bow of the boat, leaning on it and sleeping soundly. Even when he was fighting with the Tartars just now, he just opened his eyes and looked, and then continued to sleep, as if all this had nothing to do with him. However, when he heard the Song Dynasty warship appeared in front of him, he suddenly opened his eyes.

He suddenly jumped up, reached out and grabbed the giant axe that had been placed beside him and shouted loudly: "Brothers, we have finally arrived at the place. In front of us is our own camp, and the end of the Tartars is coming." Everyone also felt that they saw hope. Although everyone had put life and death aside, once they heard that they could survive, everyone would still feel relaxed and happy.

"Tell me the order, everyone should sail and approach our fleet at full speed." Zhang Gui had been raising his energy. He was waiting for this moment. According to what the third brother had explained to him before, today's battle was only at this time, so he would keep sleeping. Only in this way can he face the enemy in the best state. Everyone agreed happily, and everyone immediately became more excited.

More than thirty ships all opened their sails and sailed towards the Song army as fast as possible. Just now, they were still far away from the sky. In a blink of an eye, they could already see the Song character on the battle flag. It was like hope, a little closer to survival. Zhang Gui stood at the bow of the boat, holding an axe and staring at the other party excitedly. As the distance got closer, his heartbeat was getting faster and faster. Is this Fan Wenhu or Tartar?

Just when Zhang Gui was still thinking about this question, he suddenly heard a strange loud noise at the bow of the boat next to him. When he looked over, he saw Zhang Shun standing there, and there was a strange thing next to him that was still emitting black smoke.

A firework was sprayed out of that thing. In fact, the navy had already started to use this kind of fireworks to communicate when fighting at night. This thing can be seen by people far away in the night, but almost no one can use it during the day. After all, it has no lethality and is not as obvious as it looks at night. What's more, the third brother's attack was in the wrong direction. Most people fight to the sky, but how could he fight out flat?

The thing was like a broom star with its tail dragged, flying straight out against the water surface. At this time, the fleets of both sides were about 500 steps apart, which was the limit of all weapons. So the third brother's approach should not be a battle, but what was that? Was it really just that he accidentally made the mistake?
Chapter completed!