"Ahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!hhh

Before the sailor could react to what was happening, he immediately felt a scorching flame envelop him, followed by indescribable pain.

With his screams, the wooden sailboat burst into flames, like a giant torch on the water, reminding the surviving ships around them that they were far from being out of danger.

The young dragon did not stop at all, and according to the master's instructions, climbed to the air again, and looked for the next target with the help of the cover of night.

In order not to turn it into the three stupid dragons under Daenerys Targaryen, Zhang Cheng took great pains to instill in him what is called high-altitude advantage and what is called maneuverability.

As a dragon, the most important thing is not to rely on strong scales, sharp claws and teeth to face the enemy, but to use the advantage of flying to destroy those who are lone and have no ability to resist first, and then slowly deal with the most dangerous enemies after cleaning up the trash fish.

Under the influence of his master, this shameless young dragon finally learned to pick up the soft pinch of the persimmon first, and after a while, he sent all the lone battleships that escaped from the large army into another world.

When there was no lone ship around, it remained in the dark night sky, patiently waiting for the signal from its owner.

At the same time, Zhang Cheng also personally commanded two warships, slowly approaching the remaining fleet of Stannis.

To add to the suddenness, there were no flags on his ship, no lighting tools such as oil lamps and torches, and only a group of hungry and bloodthirsty mercenaries......

"My lord, three enemy ships have been spotted ahead!, are you going to engage in broadside battles, or are you going to destroy them with wildfire?" asked the captain in his forties in a low voice.

Zhang Cheng glanced playfully at the sailors and mercenaries behind him, and then asked with a smile: "What do you think? Is it fun to burn the enemy directly, or is it fun to stab the enemy's body with a sword and enjoy their painful screams and wails? Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you one thing, that is, in this war, no matter what you grab, it belongs to you, and I only want the captured warship." ”

"Really...... Really, whatever we grab is our own?" a mercenary's eyes instantly emitted an oozing green light.

"Of course, but one thing! If I let me know who is fighting for the spoils of war, then I will fight him the way I treat the enemy, understand?" Zhang Cheng warned in a serious tone.

"Hey, hey, don't worry, we understand. The other mercenary cracked his mouth and smiled.

"Broadside battle!"

"Broadside battle!"

"Broadside battle!"

......

With a shout from one shout at a time, the mercenaries and sailors made their choice.

For them, war means not only death, but also wealth.

Especially this kind of open robbery that does not require legal responsibility, which is what they love to do, plus hiding in a dark cave for so long, everyone is in desperate need of a vent, and killing happens to be the ideal outlet for it.

The captain undoubtedly sensed the wild beastliness hidden under the human exterior, and without saying a word, he turned the bow of the ship and rushed straight in the direction of the enemy ship.

Not to be outdone, the other ship charged from the left.

Since the Song of Ice and Fire has no cannon relationship, naval warfare is still in a primitive state of melee, each ship is equipped with long, thick ramming horns, and the only way to attack is to ram the enemy, and then have the soldiers on board engage in white-knuckle combat until the last enemy on the enemy ship is killed.

Because naval warfare is not like land warfare, the enemy has no way to retreat, and usually will resist to the death, and the degree of tragedy and the high proportion of casualties are terrifying.

However, Zhang Cheng obviously didn't want the only troops under his command to lose too much, so he took the initiative to pull out the magic sword that exuded an evil aura and stood at the forefront.

His style of leading by example undoubtedly greatly boosted morale, and coupled with a delicate Dark Guardian plate armor suit, everyone standing around felt inexplicably relieved.

"Hey, who are you, why aren't you flying the flag?" a sailor from a battleship belonging to Stannis asked loudly.

But unfortunately, the surroundings are still so quiet, no one pays attention to him at all.

The sailors who noticed that something was wrong immediately warned their companions: "Enemy! There is an enemy on our port side! Prepare for battle!"

The words just fell!

The horns slammed into the hull, seven or eight unlucky ones who didn't stand still fell straight into the water, and many more hit their heads on the deck or the mast, and their eyes rolled and fell into a coma.

"Kill !!!!"

Zhang Cheng jumped on board the ship first, took turns to detain the soul messenger, and cut off a young man holding a scimitar on the spot, and blood and internal organs were immediately scattered everywhere.

"Hahahaha! Kill all these idiots!"

The mercenary who followed laughed maniacally, and picked up his axe to chop down another sailor.

In the blink of an eye, more than thirty good men poured onto the deck of the enemy ship and launched a massacre against the unprepared enemy.

Considering that Stannis's fleet had just experienced a catastrophic defeat, most people were in a state of shock and depression.

And what about these mercenaries?

They hid in the cave every day except for training, that is, eating and sleeping, and the energy was a mess, coupled with the excitement of being able to plunder the spoils of war, it was like a stimulant.

In addition, mercenaries who often participate in various battles are far more experienced in combat than sailors who have never seen blood a few times, so they can blind their opponents with a single look.

In just ten minutes, more than half of the more than 200 sailors on board were killed or wounded, and the rest threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground and raised their hands in surrender in order to survive.

Zhang Cheng ignored these captives who had lost their sense of resistance, and directly swung to the deck of the second ship with the help of the cable, raising his magic sword and slashing the captain and the sword in half, and the dazzling blood suddenly stained the black armor, adding a bit of hideousness out of thin air.

In particular, a large number of souls that had been killed and imprisoned formed a black mist visible to the naked eye around the sword body, constantly emitting bursts of piercing wails of pain, and even a fool could feel its ominousness and darkness.

"Tell me! Do you choose to surrender or choose death?" Zhang Cheng gave an ultimatum in a cold tone.

He could feel that as more and more enemies were killed, the power of the Soul Emissary became stronger and stronger, and he even impatiently urged his master to continue killing.

If he continues to kill, he will lose his mind and become a monster who only knows how to kill......