On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Chapter 1292 Surrender? Too late!

The deathly silence was torn apart.

Having lost its upper half, the "Victory" could no longer maintain its balance and disintegrated amidst a tooth-grinding metallic wail and the cracking of wooden planks.

Countless broken pieces of wood, along with the sailors' short, shrill screams, were mercilessly swallowed by the icy seawater.

The entire East India Company fleet collapsed instantly.

The sailors watched as the once majestic warship was now reduced to burning driftwood on the sea.

Then look at that black mountain range in the distance, which remained completely still from beginning to end, and that terrifying steel behemoth.

Only one word remained in everyone's mind.

escape!

Like a pack of terrified dogs frantically trying to turn their boat around and escape this hellish place.

However, Lin Zhen did not give them that chance.

"Yue Fei".

His voice rang out calmly.

Yue Fei jolted awake, snapping out of the mind-blowing vision of divine punishment. A soldier's fervor and awe flashed deep within his eagle eyes as he pondered how this weapon could reshape the world order.

"Your Highness!" He bowed, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Let your recruits go out and see some blood."

A cold smile curved Lin Zhen's lips, his murderous intent permeating the air.

"Pass the order."

"Issue Date Masamune to lead the first auxiliary fleet of the Toyo Protectorate to encircle from the left and right flanks."

"I want prisoners. Capture every single one of these runaway 'heroes'!"

"As ordered!"

Yue Fei strode quickly to the communications station and, in an unquestionable and authoritative voice, delivered the divine decree to those mad dogs eager to prove themselves.

soon.

Behind the massive array of the Zhenyuan Fleet, hundreds of warships bearing the crests of various Japanese daimyo families burst forth, breaking through the shadow of the steel behemoth.

They were a group of sharks that had smelled blood.

On the deck, Japanese samurai brandished their katana, emitting fanatical and twisted roars, their eyes gleaming with an endless thirst for slaughter and glory.

They charged at the East India Company's routed soldiers, who were utterly terrified and wished they had two more legs.

A chase and hunt with no suspense thus begins.

On the observation deck.

Murong Yan gazed silently at the sea in the distance, stained red with blood and fire, her beautiful face expressionless and unmoved.

In her eyes, these so-called Western powers were no different from stray dogs that had broken into her backyard.

If you dare to bare your fangs, you must be prepared to have your spine shattered.

She was still wearing that phoenix-themed dress today.

The strong sea breeze lifted her five-zhang-long (approximately 10 meters) dark gold silk train high, the black background contrasting with the blood-stained azure in the distance, creating a cruel yet magnificent scene.

The giant phoenix embroidered with real gold thread on the hem of her skirt has wide-open eyes and looks down on the world.

It declares in the most direct and bloody way that any ant that dares to provoke its master will be torn to pieces by this ocean that belongs to them.

"Your Majesty!"

Yue Fei's voice rang out again, breaking the bloody silence.

"Enemy flagship wreckage, raise the white flag!"

"They surrendered!"

white flag?

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhen's face showed a hint of amusement.

He looked through the huge crystal porthole at the wrecked sea, at the half-finished ship hull billowing smoke, and at the white flag made of bedsheets.

That look in his eyes was the mocking gaze of a cat deciding how to enjoy a mouse after catching it.

Want to surrender?

late.

"Elizabeth."

His voice was cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Elizabeth immediately responded, her beautiful face filled with excitement at the impending death hunt.

"Send a destroyer over there."

"Bring the captain and all the officers back to me."

A cruel smile crept onto Lin Zhen's lips.

"As for those useless underlings..."

"Let them, along with that ridiculous 'Victory,' sink forever on this cold seabed."

"As ordered!"

Elizabeth licked her scarlet lips, her sapphire eyes gleaming with a morbid excitement.

This is the true conqueror.

Ruthless, decisive, and domineering!

A menacing-looking Dingyuan-class destroyer hurtled toward the dying wreckage of the HMS Victory like an arrow released from a bow.

On the other side, the pursuit led by the auxiliary forces was nearing its end.

After losing dozens of warships and thousands of samurai, Date Masamune and his rabid dogs finally managed to surround the remaining eleven galleons.

Facing those deadly demons wielding samurai swords and roaring as they climbed onto the deck.

The East India Company sailors completely broke down, throwing down their weapons and kneeling down to beg for mercy.

However, what awaited them was not forgiveness.

Rather, it was Date Masamune's cold, obsequious, and cruel commands.

"His Highness has given the order!"

Date Masamune's voice, amplified by a magical instrument, transformed into cold, ironic law that struck every galleon.

"Those who surrender will not be killed!"

He paused, a morbid, fawning grin spreading across his face.

"But the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped!"

"Cut off the hands and feet of all prisoners and throw them into the sea!"

"Let these red-haired bastards also get a taste of the hospitality of the Yamato samurai!"

This order was like a key, instantly unlocking Pandora's box in the hearts of all the auxiliary soldiers.

Suppressed gasps turned into frenzied roars as they brandished their katanas and charged at the East India Company soldiers who had just laid down their weapons and whose faces still bore the relief of surviving a close call.

On the deck, the final cries and pleas for mercy were cut off by the blade.

The next second, one mutilated body after another was thrown into the sea like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Crimson blood mist quickly spread across the azure sea.

Beneath the surface of the sea, countless shadows, drawn by the scent of blood, slashed through the water with their black dorsal fins, like scythes of death, rushing headlong into this gluttonous feast.

The waves surged and quickly swallowed up all sound.

All that remained were the dark red seawater and the dense, horrifying shark fins, silently recounting this one-sided massacre.

On the bridge of the "Dingyuan", all was silent.

Lin Zhen and Murong Yan stood side by side, gazing indifferently at the bloody scene in the distance.

War is inherently the most extreme form of cruelty.

Murong Yan gently rested her head on Lin Zhen's shoulder, feeling the reassuring aura emanating from him. The slight throbbing of life within her helped her pull herself out of that hellish scene.

She didn't ask those vague and abstract questions.

She murmured softly, her voice tinged with dependence, "My husband, I'm a little tired."

"Ah."

Lin Zhen turned her head and looked away from the distant sea of ​​blood, her gaze softening instantly as it fell on her slightly pale face.

He reached out and took her slightly cool little hand in his palm.

“We are the rule-makers, Yan’er.”

"We don't need to empathize with the fate of the chess pieces."

"You just need to focus on your pregnancy and then stay with me to watch the world turn upside down under our feet."

His voice was calm yet powerful, instantly soothing all the ripples in Murong Yan's heart caused by the bloodshed.

Yes.

With this man by her side, she only needed to quietly lean on him and watch him reign supreme.