As the bloody battle ended, the sunset dyed the sea into a blood-red glaze. Shi Feiyang looked at the newly refurbished warship of the Ryukyu Sub-Branch, his skin like glaze reflecting a comforting radiance: "Brother Wu's iron arm skill is worth more than a thousand troops."
He turned to Lu Chengfeng, speaking in a deep voice: "Strengthen the defenses; the Wokou won't give up easily. If we fight, we must fight for two hundred years of peace, making the Wokou too afraid to invade for two centuries. We shouldn't have to always clean up after those Wokou troubles."
