"Uh, if you put it that way, I don't want it anymore," Li Qianxia retracted her hand.

"Take it," Li Changzhou threw the Storage Bag to his sister, "As members of the jianghu, should we even care about such things?"

"What if Qing Lan wanted it?"

"Want to test if my Flying Sword is sharp or not? Don't go looking for trouble where there is none."

"You try! I'll put my neck right here, you try! If you don't try today, then you're my younger brother!"

Fine, she's tough.

After a simple quarrel, Li Qianxia happily played with the Storage Bag.

She took out the "Blood-sucking Gun," the "Desert Eagle," from her backpack and placed them into the Storage Bag—the Mecha·Supreme Speeder was too big.

Doing this could save the time of five heartbeats when retrieving items.

There were pros and cons to this, as the Storage Bag could be stolen, and it would be inconvenient for Li Changzhou to use as well.

She hung the Storage Bag on her waist, and from the look on her face, if she had a mobile phone, she would definitely have taken a selfie and posted it on her circle of friends.

"With the Sword Control Technique, the attack range has increased, giving us one more method to deal with Hell Road tomorrow," Yang Qinglan murmured thoughtfully.

"This is the blessing 'The Queen Mother of the West' has given you," the murderer Turquoise Pool said, not ashamed, but proud.

"Actually, it's no big deal to take a walk through the eighteen layers of Hell," Li Changzhou spoke in earnest.

When the Value game first began, he had nearly run himself to death on the playground at Ming University to learn "Flame Wave," and then he had placed his hand over a fire to roast it.

It wasn't that he wasn't afraid of pain, nor that he enjoyed it, but rather that he didn't take pain seriously.

To succeed, you need background, talent, and the ability to endure hardship. Enduring hardship is the least important, yet most fundamental.

You can succeed without hardship, but you're not afraid of it either.

That being said, the S- grade Hell Road can inflict pain far beyond simply burning one's hand over a fire.

The next day, in the early hours, a dense fog enveloped the area.

"All soldiers, heed my command!" Zheng Chenggong drew the Imperial Sword bestowed by the Emperor from his waist.

"Look at the prow of our ships, follow in each other's wake, break through those red-haired barbarians, and reclaim our land!"

"Reclaim our land!"

"Reclaim our land!"

Thousands roared together in anger.

Zheng Chenggong immediately ordered to set sail and weigh anchor, seizing the overwhelming morale of his soldiers to approach Treasure Island.

The channel at Lu'er Gate was very shallow, and the Hollanders had sunk ships there; by rights, it should have been impassable, and historically the Hollanders hadn't bothered with this area either.

In the end, however, relying on He Bin's knowledge of Treasure Island, they calculated that there would be a high tide, deepening the water by over three meters, allowing Zheng Chenggong's Navy to sneak onto the island.

By now, Lu'er Gate was heavily guarded by the Hollanders.

In the mist, a red glow flickered—the 36 guns of the Beckerdeya fired first!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Attack! Attack!"

Another large warship, the 'Haektora,' along with three smaller warships, converged on the scene and began firing as well.

"Generalissimo!" Commander Chen Guang and Chen Chong hurriedly approached.

Zheng Chenggong's attack on Lu'er Gate consisted of only forty ships, all temporarily conscripted sailing ships with shallow drafts, each armed with just two cannons—a severe disadvantage both in size and firepower.

Moreover, they were ambushed and surrounded!

"Fire!" Zheng Chenggong ordered succinctly.

"At once!"

Chen Guang and Chen Chong, experienced in combat, had simulated this battle countless times in their minds. They immediately took advantage of their superior number of ships, adopting encirclement tactics, and attacked from various different directions.

For a time, the channel of Lu'er Gate was filled with the crisscrossing fire of cannons, and the sea was shrouded with gunsmoke.

Li Changzhou and his group stood on the deck, watching the soldiers come and go, loading the cannonballs, and opened their eyes to a new experience.

Even though they had been back to the past a few times, this was their first time witnessing a real battlefield.

"Bang!"

A Dutch cannon fired far and hit directly a Zheng ship trying to get close.

The hull splintered, wood chips flew, a soldier was blasted into the sky, the mast flew out as well, falling into the sea like a corpse.

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Land on the island!" He Bin and Huang Zhao led the special forces—the Ironmen—setting out in small boats, pulling the oars vigorously, heading for land like arrows.

On another side, dozens of men were also frantically paddling, five or six fireboats, amidst the sound of gunfire, raced towards the Dutch ships, laden with greased and gunpowder-doused coconut husk.

They were planning to bomb the gunpowder magazine!

"Take out those small boats," the Dutch officer on the Beckerdeya, who had been forewarned, ordered.

The mouths of the red-barbarian cannons were turned and aimed at the charging boats.

"Jump ship! Quick!" The leader of the men, Zhou Bin, roared furiously.

"Plop!" The men dived into the water like fish.

At the same time, with a "boom!" the fireboats turned into huge fireballs, lighting up the sky with flames.

Zhou Bin dived into the water, seeing the sea surface turned a menacing red, his heart pounding wildly.

Caught in the trap of the red-haired devils, the fireboat sneak attack had failed. This time... they were likely to lose!

He tugged at a combatant beside him, who was still in shock, and pointed in the direction of the Zheng ships, signaling retreat.

Dozens of men, excellent swimmers, reminded each other to kick their legs and swam back towards their own ships like arrows.

"Whiz!"

"Hmm—"

Zhou Bin's eyes widened as he watched his comrade beside him sink to the bottom of the sea.

"Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!"

"Hmm! Hmm!"

In the water, even screams were inaudible; only seeing dozens of men losing strength one after another, floating in the water.

Bullets whistled through the water, leaving white trails all around Zhou Bin.

Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Firearms couldn't possibly have such power!

In the rain, even a cotton jacket couldn't be penetrated by a firearm, let alone kill a person under such deep water!

This wasn't a firearm!

He had to get back and tell the Generalissimo!

Zhou Bin twisted his body and surged upwards; suddenly, a white line flashed, warmth flooded his forehead, blood filled his vision, his body lost strength, and his corpse slowly floated to the surface.

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