Six hours later, the battle on the sea had ended. The entire ocean surface was littered with floating fragments of wood and wreckage of warships, interspersed with numerous corpses.
As Li Yan had predicted, the entire process of the battle was hardly worth mentioning.
The twenty-four ironclad ships were invincible; even their ramming assaults were unstoppable for the Fusou people, lacking any ships that could withstand such force.
Moreover, these warships carried terrifying weapons—those scaffolded rifled cannons, which could easily tear those wooden vessels to shreds.
When they fired in unison, they could rip apart at least ten or more large vessels.
Fire ships were meaningless against them, and boarding tactics were outdated. Under the bombardment of grenades, no ship could get within a hundred zhang of them.
The aftermath unfolded just as Tianjin's deputy Zongbing, Liu Chengli, had predicted—the Fusou Gods attempted to push their ironclad ships into a reef-filled area.
