Within the span of a dozen breaths after the soldiers departed, tens of thousands of the samurai army swarmed down from the ships, resembling well-trained ants.
"Tatata tatata!!"
The massive sound of military boots reverberated, drowning out the roaring ocean waves. The waves crashing against the shore produced rumbling sounds.
At this moment, the dusky sunset rapidly descended, but the stars in the sky hesitated to appear. The sea breeze halted, and several seagulls flapped their large wings as if they dared not stop for a moment, flying farther and farther.
The cannons on the warships emitted a hissing sound, a noise of iron friction. The cannon mouths, larger than two human heads, all aimed in Ye Tian's direction, ready to fire, releasing wisps of black smoke.
The steel behemoths seemed enraged, with dark clouds covering the sky, leaving no light visible, only the glaring reflections from the soldiers' cold iron armor.
"This is the real battle."
