"If we don't go ashore now, we might as well be mistaken for Japanese pirates!"
But after a pause, he couldn't help but add worriedly, "Quick, send someone to fish out those corpses of Japanese pirates from the sea and drag them all to shore."
"With the bodies of Japanese pirates as proof, Old Wang here hasn't been slacking off."
This trusted aide's eyes lit up, and he immediately clenched his fist in salute, "Yes, this underling will dispatch men to retrieve the bodies immediately..."
...
Up in the sky, the moon rose high above the sea.
On the beach, bonfires sprung up one after another, illuminating the whole shore brilliantly.
Members of the Ming Sect, the conscripts, soldiers from the Xiang family, partners from Lianhuan Fort, and warriors from the five divisions of the Embroidered Uniform Guards were slinging arms around each others' shoulders, moving in groups along the coast, cleaning up the battlefield.
