Qiu Darui was wrapped in a green robe, and his eyes were gloomy looking at the hellish scene in front of him.

The river was full of flickering fires, and people were constantly jumping into the water from burning boats. Cannonballs were constantly whirling through the sky. The sound of artillery was sometimes silent, sometimes one after another, and the shells added to the chaos on the pier. Everywhere there were screaming and running crowds, the pirates were completely in disarray, the docks were filled with smoke, the trestle was damaged by several panicked ships, and everyone was enveloped in an atmosphere of terror. Without a single calm person, Qiu Darui sent all his servants out, mobilized pirates to intercept the fire attack ships, and attacked Hanhai City at night, however, not a single pirate leader could be found, and he could only watch in shock and anger as the situation got worse and worse.

The port of Western Australia is crowded with boats of all sizes, and under the raging fire, there is no way to avoid the river.

The upstream was a constant stream of fire-attacking ships, and the downstream channel was blocked by the shipwrecks of the sailors, and the fire in the harbor became more and more fierce, and more and more ships sank in the sound of beeping and crackling. "Run—" "It's on fire!" "Help!" "Oh my God!" Screams of terror came from all directions. Because the wharf in Western Australia was attacked by stray bullets from time to time, the pirates stayed on the ship at night. Under the threat of fire, countless people scrambled to jump ship to escape, many pirate leaders were busy snatching gold and silver from the big ships, many small boats full of people capsized in the waves, and people struggled and screamed in the fear of death, but there was nothing they could do.

"Damn it, damn infidels." Yasin cursed under his breath. The officers fled to the shore in disarray.

The commander of the fleet, Famaitu, was also the same as the others, his face was pale, and he was draped in a robe that was a nightgown inside. With his hands behind his back and his head bowed, he walked around in a circle of staff officers and personal soldiers. In such a chaotic situation, he had nothing to do or orders to give but to try to rein in the great sailors who had escaped ashore. At first, Famaitu also tried to boost morale, he forced his composure and set an example to his soldiers, but later he found this useless. No one from the officer to the soldier was attentive to the commander, they were afraid, tired, panicked, and none of them were sober, including Famaitu.

"Here we go again," he thought to himself as cannonballs whizzed through the sky, "this can't be for us?" ”

At this moment, Famaitu felt powerlessness and tiredness deeply. In order to hide his panic, he strode back and forth with his hands behind his back, and the whistling sound passed by his ears, "Your Excellency, be careful! Yassin swooped down on Famaitu and lifted him aside, and a round iron cannonball slammed into the place where Famaitu had been standing with a bang, and the splashing stones raised the front hooves of a horse next to him in fright.

The horses broke free from their reins and ran away into the darkness, unable to stop the soldiers around them, and fear infected everyone.

"Damn it." Famaitu rose from the choking smoke and exclaimed, "Shame on you, warriors! ”

Not a single one answered, and the faces of the officers and soldiers turned even paler. I don't know if it's scared or cold, someone's teeth are chattering. In the light of the blazing fire, they could only gather together as much as possible, carefully guarding in all directions. Not far from the Great Cannibal, two groups of Song pirates had an internal strife for some reason, and the two sides drew their swords and flames like different enemies of heaven and earth, and the flesh and blood in the war group flew sideways, not screaming out loud. Surrounded by the city of Hanhai, the dock was cramped, and like the Great Cannibals, the other Song pirates carefully avoided these fire madmen. In the midst of the chaos, the drenched pirates looked depressed, and acquaintances sat or fought in a heap, and no one came to maintain order or listen.

Tonight is a hellish manifestation, and in the darkness and smoke, there are screams and groans.

From time to time, there were terrible screams from the sunken ship, the last screams of many of the women held captive in the cabins.

The dock was full of howling, scolding, shouting and killing, some people were talking nonsense, pulling out knives and slashing people they didn't know in a chaotic manner. Qiu Darui staggered to a slightly safer place surrounded by guards. Around him, several of the shopkeepers who had escaped turned pale, and the bodies of some of them trembled as if they were sifting chaff. Qiu Darui heard the sound of teeth clucking, and only glanced at the shopkeeper, and didn't even bother to scold. He looked at the chaotic docks, a look of despair on his face. He had seen a similar scene in the northern theater. The defeat was like a mountain, the wounded and the dead were all over the field, even a peerless commander like Yelu Dashi could not recover the defeat, what could he do? Failure is unstoppable. Now he is thinking only about one thing, how to escape from this place of death, stay in the green mountains, and not be afraid of running out of firewood.

"These damn guys, don't take Hanhai City sooner," Qiu Darui thought viciously. "These rat-eyed guys!"

The fire burned the entire dock, and the air became very hot and steamy beyond the smoke.

The chaos reached its peak as more and more pirate strips went ashore and the docks were filled with a soaking wet crowd. No leader was able to put order in order, and every pirate leader could only gather a small group of his own soldiers to defend himself. More people are running around on the dock aimlessly, some are huddled in a relatively safe place, some are fighting each other, some are taking the opportunity to take revenge, some are falling into the hands of the enemy, some are looting, some are resisting.

The entire dock area was plunged into complete chaos, with dead bodies and wounded people on the ground.

"This place is ours!" "Why, it's your mother!"

"It's a fight, come on, brothers!"

"Kill these shit!"

"Our men have been killed!" "Help!"

"Beat me to death!" "Cut with a knife......"

"His grandmother's!" "Kill them!"

"Damn dog mongrel!!"

"Still alive?! Don't let them go, kill them! ”

For the unrestrained pirate, fear and panic have long since crushed the inner embankment.

By this time, man and beast were indistinguishable, and the sound of stopping was drowned out by screams and roars. Those who still have a shred of sanity have also fallen victim to the chaos. Once the brawl starts, it's hard to stop. On the crowded docks, any small verbal brawl can turn into an unstoppable scuffle. Groups of people screamed wildly, making a fuss, slaughtering each other, slashing and wanting to slash again. Everywhere there were people with bloody faces, a defeated gang of-hugging rats, and the powerful gang got involved in another brawl before they had time to celebrate their victory. There was blood everywhere, and people were wet, and they couldn't tell which was the river and which was blood.

The pirates cursed loudly in the most vicious words, and they crowded together and fought each other noisily.

On the ship's floor at the mouth of the Pearl River, Zhao Xingde was wearing a big hat and quietly looked at the fire burning in the distance.

The light of the fire was clearly visible even from a dozen miles away, and the screams and moans sounded terrifying in the darkness.

The turbulent fireworks rose into the sky, and all these scenes were mixed with heat waves and the smell of smoke.

Zhao Xingde watched all this expressionlessly, as if he heard the creaking and breaking of the mast, and the people shouted and screamed wildly. It was as if I saw the shipbuilding collapse in the fire, the flames were whistling, the fire spread from one ship to another, one ship after another was ignited, the flames that rushed to the sky rose one after another, and half of the sky was reflected red, as if the whole river was burning, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt and smoky. Everything that happened more than a dozen miles away was projected in his heart like a reflection. However, since the first day on the battlefield, he has made an extremely strange discovery, that is, he has become more and more indifferent to what is happening on the battlefield, neither excited nor afraid, as if what is in front of him has nothing to do with him, although in fact he is the one who started it.

A long time ago, Zhao Xingde no longer bothered himself with these torturous feelings.

Not far away, the sailors' gunboats intercepted a few small boats that had narrowly passed through the blocked waterway, and a few shells hit the water column enough to overturn them. Seeing the opportunity, he immediately shouted forgiveness, threw all his weapons into the water, and then the sailor's knife and axe man leaned over in the boat, threw over a few ropes and let them tie themselves up, sailed the boat to the shore, and then let them float on the river, and everything was collected until dawn.

On this night, the gunboats of the naval division did not fight frequently, and the officers looked at the fire in the distance with mixed feelings.

Even among the officers of the Naval Division, it was not until the last two days that all of Zhao Xingde's arrangements were revealed.

"After this battle," Liu Zhijian's face showed a look of relief, "these outlaws should be cleaned up." ”

"I really didn't expect it," Feng Mi sighed, "What a fire." ”

"It's amazing," Ding Ban looked at Zhao Xingde's boat and muttered, "Da Shuai is really amazing." ”

Among the pirates, there are many brave and ruthless people, who have made a living by licking blood with knives on the sea, and have to fight with the sky, the sea, and people, so many pirates are more fierce than the bandits on land. If such a group of outlaws resists stubbornly, it will be a big trouble. Even if you win in the end, you won't be able to run away if you kill 1,000 enemies and lose 800 yourself. This time, with the help of the power of water and fire, a fire burned these bandits to death on the river, which was the best result for both the officers and soldiers of the Navy Division and the regimental training in Guangzhou.

The fire lasted for two hours before it slowly became smaller.

While the generals breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Xingde passed down a new military order: "In order to approach the thieves who shelled ashore, each ship will send men after dawn to clean up the sunken ships on the waterway. "For such a long time, no matter how many ships near the Guangzhou wharf are almost burned, once the channel is cleared, the sailor gunboats will sail into the Guangzhou River and shell the pirates who have come ashore. And the pirates have lost most of their ships, even the plucked eagles, the sharks that have gone to the fins, and there is no longer any threat to the ships of the sailors. For both the sailors and the pirates, the next battle has not yet begun, but the final outcome is already doomed.