"Kill them..."
The reinforcements surged onto the shore like ravenous wolves and tigers, relentlessly, pushing the already faltering morale of the Wokou to rock bottom. Large numbers of the Wokou began to abandon their attempt to land, turning back toward the sea.
But the ships moored at the coast had already been stranded by the crossfire of the cannons, and although a few could still barely move, with Wang Zeng's Five Peaks Fleet lurking on the sea, the sea was no escape route either...
Hence, even Zhou Fu gave up on holding the strait's entrance, pounded the advance drums, and commanded the conscripted soldiers and the Ming Sect members ambushed on both hill slopes to rush into the coast...
Five groups of soldiers, under the leadership of their respective commanders, shuttled back and forth through the crumbling ranks of the Wokou, segmenting them into isolated clusters before surrounding and slaughtering them.
The Wokou roared, howled, and screamed as they fell in swathes.
