At the same time, urgent footsteps and the clash of metal echoed from outside the pier.
Xu Zhenshan was seen leading the Law Enforcement Hall disciples and the Yangzhou Captaincy troops, swarming in.
Each had a grim expression, with swords and spears drawn, firearms in hand glinting with a cold sheen.
"Form ranks! Open fire!"
The hoarse shout of a Captaincy officer rang out.
The heavy fog had long been dispelled by the river breeze, clearing the view.
The remaining pirates, having lost their cover of smoke, panicked at the sight of the approaching official army.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Amidst the dense and chaotic gunfire, bullets swept through like a violent storm.
Many pirates were hit, blood splattering like ripe berries bursting, falling in batches.
Those who resisted stubbornly were soon torn apart by the organized volleys of the navy.
Yet, there were still among the pirates those who were brave and skilled in strange arts.
