One fast and one slow, under the effect of the speed difference, Zhao Yuanming and the others were quickly caught up by the "warlord" sea ships.
"It's over, it's over!"
Zhao Yuanming and the others were pale, their legs weak.
The other side had as many as over fifteen hundred ships, while our side had only a few dozen.
The numbers were nearly a hundred times different, how could we possibly resist?
Facing the opponent's cold cannon barrels, Zhao Yuanming and the others' legs trembled, and they loudly called out to the leading sea ship, "We surrender, we surrender, don't attack us, we can join the marine warlord camp and fight for you!"
But at this moment, Zhao Yuanming saw a familiar figure slowly walking onto the deck of the command ship.
Then an angry voice rang out from the command ship:
"What did you just say?!!"
Zhao Yuanming was stunned, his gaze turned to the person who spoke.
