"Luo'er, what are you doing? Stop daydreaming and come help, Heaven helps those who help themselves!" Cheng Ziang shouted while holding the launcher.
"Right, heaven helps those who help themselves, and besides, Tana is not heaven." For some reason, Luo'er felt deeply moved by his last sentence, finally regaining some confidence, staving off total despair.
"Make way, make way, get a few people ready to set up the cannon!" Hu Daoke, carrying the mortar, ran out from the cabin, followed by several sailors.
As an outstanding student trained by the army, although the Advance Team had not fired cannons much, they at least had some experience and knew how to operate them.
They set the mortar on the deck, while the sailors carefully brought over the ammunition boxes. Seeing this, Hu Daoke hurriedly shouted, "What's the holdup? Hurry up and bring it over, it won't explode!"
