"Captain of the Evil Ghost, let me, Akijiro, impose a punishment for heaven on you!" After the man in the sanitary turban roared, he came over with a knife with his throat and closed his eyes.

"Kingjiro, this name sounds so familiar..."

"There is a flaw!!" Akijiro jumped up and slashed at him.

"Break your grandma." Although the iron plate connecting the two ships was shaking, Fang Xian was able to come and go freely with his own way of walking alone. He only made a step back and then gave way to Akijiro's attacking position.

At the same time, a wave came over and moved the positions of the two ships a little.

When Akijiro Tian was punished, there was no iron plate under his feet and he rushed straight into the sea.

When the sailor on the opposite enemy ship saw Akijiro falling into the sea, he was not surprised, but instead shared the same hatred for the enemy: "Kill!! Avenge Captain Sahiro!"

"kill!"

"What kind of nation is this? Can the captain be sad..." Fang Xian waved his big sword and wanted to kill him.

"Admiral!!!" Behind him, the kiln sailors from his side also arrived, "The admiral has killed the other captain, so let us leave the others!!"

The sailor shouted: "Does the admiral stole the heads of his brothers? Do you agree?!"

"kill!!"

Fang Xian roughly calculated that ten thousand gold coins were enough for them to spend a few years in the kiln. This motivation was indeed enough. He had no intention of fighting with ordinary sailors to consume his energy, so he moved out of the position and retreated to the ship to watch the situation.

The sailors on both sides rushed on the board, and they were not fighting for swordsmanship or light horse stance, but weight!

A brave man wins when he meets a narrow road. When a thin passage hits, it is like a tug of war. If the weight is strong, it can be pushed over.

In this way, it seems that the legendary warriors will suffer.

Although these samurai warriors wearing sanitary blood-red turbans have quick knife skills and reactions, their average height is about 1.60 meters and are basically skinny and bone-ridden.

Let’s look at my team of Dayaozi sailors, serving wine and meat all day long. A big man who is 1.8 meters away grabs one handful of them. Even if he is a shorter person, his chassis is quite stable.

The space is small. The warriors can't play with their swords. As soon as they hit, they were crushed back by the Dayaozi army. It was like a one-sided tug-of-war competition.

Some people who would rather die than retreat would be tragically stepped by the team of my kiln sailors, turning from three-dimensional three-dimensional to two-dimensional flat sheets.

Fang Xian returned to the bow of the ship and watched the situation of the warships.

First, the 10 ironclad ships of the Second Fleet surrounded the four ironclad ships of Laidao family. Based on the 3v1 4p strategic principle, they took multiple measures, blossomed at multiple points, and exploded in multiple pores.

Since the Third Fleet was equipped with fewer sailors and the former Fujian Navy formation, it was afraid that the combat power of real swords and guns was a little weak. So they let this entire fleet deal with the remaining slurry ship. No matter how waste it is, it should be enough.

Fang Xian was fighting just now, Akijiro, the admiral of the Second Fleet of Laijima. He was following the wrong ship. At this time, when he saw So Jing's island actually caused Darba to bump into it.

Fang Xian couldn't help but feel a little panicked. He was so familiar with his disciple. His fighting style was too honest and he didn't have as many tricks as he did. Suo Jinglai Island was the overlord of the unified Japanese water forces. His sword skills must be not weak. If they fight head-on, they may not be able to gain a advantage.

Fang Xian looked from afar and the steps under Darba's feet were much more erratic than he usually did. Their steady and accurate combat characteristics seemed difficult to play. After all, Darba did not have a foundation in light skills. If there was a water battle, his feet were shaking very strongly, and it would not be possible without training.

"No, the disciple's breath is unstable..." The rest of the story was easy to say, Fang Xian found that Darba's martial arts also became vague, "Is it because... his heart has been creeping in his heart recently, which has ruined the Boy's Kung Fu's mind and fortune?!"

Darba's face was flushed and his lips were trembling. Because he could not control his balance, he was suppressed and retreated by Lai Island. Thanks to his strong foundation in practicing martial arts for many years, he did not fall off the boat.

It seems that the island has turned into a mad dog form at some point, and the double-held big swords were smashed down, and it kept roaring and shaking its momentum.

Fang Xian was anxious, but he had no choice but to do anything. As long as he fell into a hand-to-hand combat, he could not get out easily. Otherwise, he would give up the sailors on the board and the sailors on the enemy ships. Fang Xian could not do such a bastard.

He briefly looked at the battle situation of the ship. He defeated Akijiro just now and more or less the morale of the enemy. These kiln sailors had already rushed to the enemy ship. Although this kind of chaos had an advantage over the warriors, the governor personally supervised the army here, and the war was quite damaged by both sides.

The governor immediately gave an order: "No need to support this side, all ships that escaped wiped out the other side's flagship - Yamato!"

I drove here, preparing to support the governor to take the order, and quickly turned the bow of the ship to the Yamato.

In this battle, everyone was arranged to different warships. Except for Darba's temporary losses, both Yueru and Zhang Dashun had an advantage. Yueru, based on the combat characteristics of Xiao Kuailing, mainly whip and trip the enemy. Without falling into close combat, there is basically no danger. The warriors can only hate that they are not ninjas. Zhang Dashun is also an evolutionary version, and has experienced many vicissitudes. Although his sword skills are still urgent, his command is really good. Under his plan, three iron armored ships have been posted on the opposite ships. Three sailors came to fight. The Japanese pirates could not handle it and only barely defended the two routes. The third route was defeated and immediately was raided behind him. It was only a matter of time to retreat.

The only unbearable thing is the Third Fleet.

A whole fleet of five large Chinese sailboats, 250 sailors went to siege the enemy's small Japanese slurry ship, but they were not taken down immediately. Even boarding the ship was not successful, and they were going to be counterattacked by the sailors.

"Huamei! What are you doing?!!" Fang Xian knew that during the war, he complained that his subordinates were wrong, but the battle was too slow.

Fang Xian felt sad as soon as he finished scolding.

Li Huamei also fought with a thin sword, but after all, she had never experienced any big battle. She was covered in scars and her red robe had been dyed purple and black.

"Admiral...I've tried my best... Please wait." Huamei wiped the blood on her mouth and stepped forward to kill again.

Fang Xian couldn't stand it and shouted: "Yang Xien? Where are you fucking?"

After looking again, it turned out that Uncle Yang was already injured and lying on the deck, unable to move.

The sailor who took care of him reported: "Mr. Governor, when he was shooting against the enemy, Director Yang and many of his brothers were injured, and they did not fall until the shells were shot..."

"Don't you say it earlier?! I can arrange other tasks for the Third Fleet!"

"Captain Li... would not let us report it, saying that if the damage is reported here, the admiral is afraid that the admiral will not let us go."

Another stern shout came. Li Huamei finally killed the enemy captain.

"Exterminate...Japanese pirates..." Li Huamei's physical strength had long been overdrawn, and the thin sword in her hand had also been broken. The only belief supported her to walk forward.

"Huamei! Retreat! This is an order!"

"Sorry, Admiral." Huamei led the remaining men of this ship and threw herself into the warriors' ocean without hesitation.

"Damn it." Fang Xian then felt that it was so troublesome to fight a war. Yu Yan was not in this fleet now and went to carry out more important tasks. Fang Xian began to miss Military Advisor Hua.

On the other hand, Darba had been forced to the ship, only one step away from Suo Jing coming to the island to counterattack and board the ship.

"Darba! Retreat and wait for our ship to support!"

"Master..." Darba used an iron stick to block the mad attack on the island again and again. "After Master for so long, Darba has not achieved anything. If he even lost the fight... Darba will not have the qualification to assist Master!"

"Who is it all?" Fang Xian was extremely angry. These guys are all people with temperament. Do they have no idea about tactics at all. They are the fundamental ones who fight more and follow the trend. They just want to go against the current and fight hard against the sharpest part of the enemy.

"Have you fucked it?" Fang Xian shouted at the enemy ship opposite. The kiln watermen were too slow to attack.

At this time, the war loss had undergone a big reversal.

When they first boarded the ship, the two sides had basically the same battle losses. They had the advantage of 70-80 sailors, so Fang Xian let them continue.

But warriors are warriors after all, and they have a paranoid belief that they are pathological and they become braver the more they fight. The more they suffer, the more they are, the more they are afraid of their lives.

Just as Suo Jinglai Island said, it either blooms like cherry blossoms or witheres like cherry blossoms.

This sentence has not been finished - even after blooming, it will still usher in a fallen ending.

It can be said that it is the most perverted part of Bushido. Losing is a shame, and it is a cesarean section; if you win, you have been loyal and unyielding, and you should end yourself with beautiful withering.

Faced with the warriors who held this belief, the kiln sailors were obviously not strong enough. The power of money and the governor were much worse than that of their lifetime beliefs.

These warriors will still bite the enemy hard after opening their intestines and breaking their stomachs, and their broken arms and legs will still burn their last lives. These scenes make the kiln sailors palpitations.

Fang Xian roughly calculated that his side's battle loss ratio was getting higher and higher, becoming more and more terrifying, and it had changed from 1:1 to 6:1, and was still rising.

There are 131 casual people on our side, and 97 enemies are left. If this continues, the situation will be unfavorable.

Fang Xian regretted his decision after all. If the warship had come to support him at that time, he might have won now. His experience in fighting was still insufficient, especially in the face of Japanese pirates, the combat power of this nation could not be calculated.

Now, many warships are in a tough battle, with losses rising steadily, and everyone's combat effectiveness of Japanese pirates fighting against the water is insufficient.

If this continues, it will be difficult to judge the ending.

"Damn it, it's obviously three times the sailor." Fang Xian was angry, but there was no way. He threw down the Admiral's shawl again and went into battle bare shirt.

Fighting with the soldiers will lose a lot of physical strength. If you end up in a one-on-one fight with the captain of Suo Jinglai Island, it may be unfavorable. But now you have no time to consider this issue, otherwise the sailors on your ship will be cut down.

"Get out of the way!" Fang Xian rushed towards the enemy ship at full speed.

"Mr. Governor! It's Mr. Governor!" At this time, the kiln sailor was much weaker. When he saw Mr. Governor coming, he decisively made way for a path as if he had seen a savior.

When the enemy warrior who had red eyes saw the opponent's admiral in person, he shouted without thinking and raised his sword to slash.

"The spirit is commendable, but the strength is insufficient." Fang Xian knew that what he needed most now was morale, so he chose the tried-and-test "one knife and two pieces", bent down at a speed that the other party could not understand, lowered his head, and slashed in the waist.

The warrior finally withered, and his upper and lower bodies were separated forever.

Faced with such combat power, the sailors on both sides were stunned. Is this admiral a human?

Fang Xian swung his knife and swung the blood stains away: "Let them understand what real despair is, and to crush their fighting spirit. Now they are shouting because you have not shown the strength that makes people despair."

The governor personally fought, and the morale of both sides fell sharply again.

When faith meets demons and encounters unbeatable power, it finally begins to shake.

Fang Xian spared no effort to use his sword technique. After all, this is not the Jin Yong world, without internal energy and true energy. The strength and speed of the knife are still difficult to get rid of the constraints of rules. He only wins with moves and consumes huge physical strength.

There is no way. Now you must take over the whole way first to increase your morale, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

After the Master of the slashing down, the battle situation immediately fell one side, and the warriors' hands waved their swords finally became soft. The kiln sailors attacked several rounds of fierce attacks, and lightning took the enemy down.

As the last samurai fell, the sailor raised his sword and cheered.

Fang Xian had no time to be happy at all, so he hurriedly watched other battle situations.

The third fleet finally took down the slurry ship. Huamei was seriously injured and fell down. Unknown to the personnel, the subordinate sailors had followed the orders of the governor just now and began to retreat.

This is also impossible. The Third Fleet won completely by the number of people. After the death battle, there were only a few dozen sailors left, and they basically had zero combat power without shells.

The three ships led by Zhang Dashun also forced the enemy to death. Although the battle loss ratio was astonishing, it was only a matter of time before the number of people could still win, and there was no need for support.

From this point of view, Yueru's side was the most smooth. The sailors who only used two ships to achieve the same battle results as Zhang Dashun. Yueru's whip was indispensable.
To be continued...