"Boom boom boom!!" In front of He Fang Island's dock, the pitch-black seawater was ignited into a sea of red by the flames.
At this point, the situation had thoroughly escalated into a fever pitch, and everyone on the battlefield was seeing red, with cannon barrels that never truly cooled down.
The colliding warships had not even steadied before crews swung across on ropes, beginning to board the enemy vessels.
They tore at each other's bodies with various weapons, and at that moment, the animalistic nature within each person completely burst forth.
Governor Arthur stroked the white beard on his chin, sitting on the leather sofa, grimly watching the deadlock unfold before him.
Despite several hours having passed, the battle still bewildered him. Hope Island was nearly a thousand nautical miles from He Fang Island; if he truly wanted to conquer territories, he wouldn't strike here, but would start with the nearby islands.
