Chapter Ninety: The Eight Gates Golden Lock—Defying Execution by Cannon!

"Alright, captain of the main deck."

At the order, Zhang Wen immediately and eagerly pulled out a large ceramic basin, first laying a bed of glowing charcoal, then evenly scattering a handful of the incense pellets called “Imperial Concubine’s Pavilion Fragrance” inside.

This type of hehuan incense, used in the palace to enhance the mood, was made from relatively accessible ingredients and ignited quickly and intensely.

According to the Divine Fragrance Manual, among the lower third-grade incense formulas, only the “Red Pellet Pavilion Fragrance” was fiercer, but unfortunately, it belonged to a certain imperial physician’s family secret and was never recorded.

Whoosh—

White smoke twisted by the wind into countless scattering flower maidens, instantly enveloping the Eight Treasures Ship downwind, scattering vast swaths of hazy petals.

“Huff… huff…”

Immediately, one by one, faces flushed red, mouths dry and tongues parched. Even seeing a hole blasted through the ship’s deck by stray bullets sparked some very bold thoughts.

The Azure Robe Ship did not continue approaching. The foremast and mainmast’s sails turned to opposite sides, balancing the wind’s force to brake the sailing ship, quietly halting on the river’s surface.

Just watching the enemy ship opposite become increasingly unsteady.

Zhang Wu came forward to report:

“Captain of the main deck, shall we keep firing the cursed stone cannonballs?”

With the sailing warship losing power, even a single blazing fire ship could turn the entire warship into a torch.

Not to mention one warship, even a mighty fleet, if trapped at anchor and stripped of mobility, no matter the size or the guns, would be condemned to slaughter.

The Eight Treasures Ship was finished!

Logically, this was the best moment to send this warship straight to the riverbed like a target, yet Wang Cheng hesitated.

This sailing warship was already covered in his tally marks.

To him, this was already his lord Wang’s ship.

If he only injured the crew, he could easily take over this warship, which even with money couldn’t be bought in Dazhao, repair it slightly, and return it to the combat fleet.

Owning both the Azure Robe and Eight Treasures sailing warships was enough to uphold the prestige of an eighth-rank captain.

Better to keep it for now, like those intentionally wounded on the battlefield designed to slow down enemy reinforcements.

“Wang Fugui, you’re ruining my big plan—I’m going to eat you alive!”

Pu Shouying was, after all, a mid-third-rank main deck captain. His strength was innate; he was not yet at the end of his rope.

With one palm, he struck down a rugged personal guard who had grabbed his thigh and was about to perform unspeakable acts. He sharply inhaled, then blew hard.

“Whoosh—!”

Suddenly, a fierce gale erupted on the Eight Treasures Ship, scattering most of the Imperial Concubine’s Pavilion Fragrance pellets all over.

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