Mu Ying had already heard the sound of gunfire and shouts of death from the shore in the distance.
He knew it was time to act on his own.
He held the knife in his mouth, and the muscles on his hands swelled, crawling silently on the ship wall like a gecko.
Speaking of which, he learned this unique skill when he was at sea with Zheng Chenggong. Unexpectedly, now that he has left that plane, it will come in handy again.
Behind him were more than twenty subordinates dressed in black, including himself, a total of seven Huajin masters and sixteen Rongjin peaks.
After five years of spiritual energy recovery, coupled with the powerful effects of the thirty-six physical exercises, the number of Huajin masters in the army finally began to increase.
Because he saw the strength of this kind of extraordinary and powerful man in the establishment, after returning to the early Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang gave Mu Ying a task to form the Tiger Camp.
The establishment of the Tiger Battalion is very small and will always be maintained at 120 people.
But we must choose the best from the best, choose the strong from the strong, and always maintain a very high level of survival of the fittest.
If the mission of Jinyiwei is to spy on intelligence and protect Zhu Yuanzhang's safety, then the mission of Tiger Camp is to attack fortresses, assassinate, sneak attack, and take the heads of enemy generals from the chaos.
In short, we must always be at the forefront of the most dangerous war.
To be honest, even Muying couldn't figure out why her original ambition was just to be a charging general, but now she became an assassin.
By the way, if things continue like this, can I continue to live in Yunnan forever and be posthumously named King of Qianning like in the original history?
When these thoughts flashed through his mind, he had quietly climbed onto the side of the warship.
The two British guys on the opposite side were facing away from him, using telescopes to observe the battle situation on the opposite shore, and they were chattering without knowing what they were talking about.
Of course, Mu Ying didn't care what they said, because they were already dead.
"Fake!" Suddenly there was an angry shout from high above.
It was only then that the lookout above the warship finally spotted Mu Ying boarding the ship's side.
Unfortunately it's too late.
Behind Mu Ying, a strong man carrying a bow and arrows quickly set up his bow and shot an arrow. He took action one step faster than the lookout hand, and shot an arrow through his throat.
"Come on, kill everyone who has a gun in their hand!" Mu Ying knew how powerful these fire sticks were, and he didn't want to get shot.
As he gave the order, the Tiger Camp soldiers behind him immediately turned into black shadows and scattered.
When it comes to guns versus martial arts, who has the upper hand? This is a big question.
But according to Muying's personal experience, this problem depends on distance.
If they were in an open space several miles away, how many Huajin masters would rush into the military formation with guns and cannons to deliver food.
If it were ten meters away, a well-trained ordinary soldier holding a firearm would also have a chance to shoot Grandmaster Huajing.
If you only have one meter... or you are in a complex geographical environment, then sorry, guns and guns are not as useful as a knife.
Unfortunately, this is the situation on today's warships.
The two warships have a total of more than 130 people, more than half of whom are ship-operating technicians on board, and there are less than 40 soldiers who actually hold guns.
The Tiger Battalion moved very quickly. The British soldiers often saw a figure and died before they even had time to raise their guns and aim.
The two warships only experienced a quarter of an hour of fighting before changing hands directly. In the whole process, except for a Tiger Camp soldier who was injured by a black gun shot in a sneak attack, no one was killed.
Mu Ying led the people up and down the battleship and found no dangerous factors except for a smoking iron lump that he didn't know what it was.
There was no trace of extraordinary power.
This made Mu Ying completely relieved.
"Recuperate quickly, leave thirty people on each ship to guard, and the rest will follow me to intercept and kill the British devils on the shore!"
At this moment, Mu Ying saw through the telescope that after being caught off guard by the Jin Yiwei at the beginning, the British devils had once again formed a defensive formation, joined forces with the Qing soldiers, and retreated this way while fighting.
They have realized the power of these people, and are obviously ready to distance themselves first and solve the problem with guns and artillery.
But unfortunately, their cannon has been captured by Mu Ying...
Soon sixty Tiger Battalion soldiers followed Mu Ying into the water quietly again and swam towards the shore.
"Farke!"
"Where did these yellow-skinned monkeys come from!"
"You stupid pigs, you killed more than 80 of our brave soldiers this time. This matter will not end like this. I will make stern representations to your emperor. You have to pay the price for this and pay enough." cost!"
Angelou, the commander of the British army, was very angry at this moment and punched and kicked a Qing army commander next to him.
Although the commander-in-chief looked powerful, he could only squat on the ground holding his head and begging for mercy when the black gun was pointed at him.
"General, those people are approaching again!" Someone reported at this moment.
"A group of haunting devils!"
Angelou gritted his teeth and turned around: "Continue to retreat."
"Also, send a signal to that idiot Berger to send those yellow-skinned monkeys to God with cannons."
"There is such a big movement here, is he blind?"
"Your Majesty, those people are probably going to flee!" Mao Xiang came back covered in blood and reported to Zhu Yuanzhang.
Those Qing soldiers were easy to kill, but the key was the two hundred British devils.
The guns in their hands were really useless. Just now, one of his guards was shot in the head and died on the spot.
In the face of such firearms, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, it is useless.
Although the surprise attack killed nearly half of the opponent's people before they could react, the remaining half's hands and feet were instantly restrained when they distanced themselves and found cover.
"It doesn't matter, they can't run away!" Zhu Yuanzhang looked coldly.
He never fought a battle that he was not sure of, let alone a different world like this where ghosts, gods, and guns existed.
As early as when he discovered the powerful power of the cannons on the British Japanese warships, Zhu Yuanzhang secretly sent Mu Ying to lead the Tiger Battalion to lurk there.
Zhu Yuanzhang's order to him was to wait for the opportunity. If a fight broke out here, he must control the opponent's warship as soon as possible and never give the opponent a chance to fire.
If there is no fighting here, then lurk on the ship, wait until it is over, then attack and kill the British devils and seize the two ships.
Anyway, Zhu Yuanzhang has already taken a liking to these two ships, and he will grab them no matter what.
And until now, the cannon over there hasn't fired yet, so it's obvious that Mu Ying has succeeded.
Now they just need to slowly force those people to retreat without giving them a chance to completely distance themselves.
Zhu Yuanzhang believed that soon Mu Ying would lead someone to penetrate the anus of these British ghosts from behind.
