"General, these bastards are already more than half dead, why aren't they retreating? Aren't they just looking for death?"
Beside Li Bao, watching the Japanese people, like moths flying into a flame, charge towards his warships one after another, the young officers could no longer help but ask.
"What else could it be? Looking at them like this, they're preparing for close combat to capture our ships."
"Close combat to capture ships? With them?"
As the captains spoke, they all burst into laughter.
"General Li, the scholar said you should leave more survivors, otherwise, when we get on land, there will be no one to work!"
Just as Li Bao was about to order the use of the naphtha bombs, a soldier suddenly rushed over.
"How could I forget this!"
Hearing him say this, Li Bao suddenly remembered.
Their ships were large, and ordinary docks wouldn't be enough for them.
Repairing the docks was a strenuous task. If all the people were killed, it would be quite troublesome to use their own soldiers for such work.
"Someone, scatter the caltrops! Prepare the net and ropes. Oh, and stop shooting the iron crossbows. If we continue like this, not a single one of these scoundrels will survive. If they all die, who will work for us?"
Looking at the naked feet of the Japanese soldiers, Li Bao chuckled sinisterly.
The Song soldiers were now wearing iron boots with iron spikes on the soles. The caltrops posed no threat to them, but the Japanese were different.
He was actually looking forward to seeing how these bastards would land on the ships!
"Yes!"
Upon receiving his order, the soldiers began to scatter caltrops on the ships with mischievous laughter.
"General, they seem to be out of iron spears!"
On the Japanese warships, seeing that the iron spears that had been terrifying them were no longer being fired, almost all the Japanese soldiers became excited.
"May the Emperor and Amaterasu Omikami protect us! Pass down the order, everyone kill! If we capture ten such warships, we will be heroes of Chikuzen Province!"
Looking at the warships that were now within reach, Kurozawa Akime was completely excited.
The Japanese had always coveted these massive warships. With their shipbuilding technology, the ships they currently possessed were already their limit.
If they could possess ten such warships, they dared not speak of the distant future, but at least in the vicinity of Tsukushi Island, the national strength of their Chikuzen Province would immediately skyrocket.
However, ideals are often beautiful, while reality is often cruel.
Upon receiving his order, all the Japanese warships began to advance rapidly towards the Song warships, as if they had no regard for their own lives.
The distance between the two sides was not far. Without having to dodge the iron spears shot by the iron crossbows, it only took less than the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn for the remaining Japanese warships to surround the Song warships.
As grappling hooks were thrown onto the sides of the Song warships, Japanese soldiers, with their upper bodies bared and their feet bare, began to climb onto the Song warships desperately.
And throughout the entire process, the Song soldiers, after a token resistance, actually let them board the ships.
After finally climbing onto the ships from the grappling hooks, countless Japanese samurai began to roar with victory.
However, as soon as they jumped down from the ship's railing, a piercing pain brought them back from the frenzy of victory.
Seeing the caltrops that almost covered the entire deck, even the most good-tempered person would feel the urge to curse.
And on the deck of the entire ship, there were only a dozen or so Song soldiers scattered near the stern, close to the cabin.
This meant that to engage those soldiers, they had to advance dozens of steps on the ground covered with caltrops...
"General, another one fell! Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's too tragic. His foot is already pierced!"
"Who says not? When they jump down, don't they look at their feet to see if there's anything there?"
"What's the big deal about a pierced foot? Look at that one!"
Listening to the discussions of the officers around him, Li Bao pointed at an unfortunate soldier at the stern.
As he jumped down, perhaps pushed by someone behind him or for some other reason, he lost his footing and landed flat on his face. The whole body was instantly opened with countless blood holes by dozens of caltrops.
These things were specially cast by Han Mo before they came. Unlike ordinary caltrops, all the protruding spikes on these things had barbs.
These things looked unremarkable usually, but once they pierced the flesh, it was not so easy to pull them out.
Unless a small knife was used to cut along the wound, and slowly taken out along the barbs, using brute force would only result in tearing off a large piece of flesh.
At this moment, they were on the battlefield. Not to mention whether they had enough tools to use, even if they had tools, they didn't have the time!
If they were pierced elsewhere, perhaps some tough guy could directly tear off the flesh along with the skin. But with these things piercing the soles of their feet, the situation was completely different.
Anyone whose feet were pierced by these things immediately lost their combat effectiveness.
As for the unfortunate fellow who was covered all over with them, perhaps even Amaterasu Omikami descending in person could not save him...
"Baka! Why is there no sound of fighting? What are these bastards doing up there?"
Seeing that more than half of his soldiers had already reached the nearby large ships, but there was no sound of fighting from the ships, Kurozawa Akime became a little angry.
This opportunity was exchanged for by him sacrificing nearly half of his warships. These bastards actually didn't cherish it at all!
"General, what are you doing?"
Seeing Kurozawa Akime starting to remove his armor, his subordinates quickly asked.
"This is the only chance for me and the Kurozawa family. I cannot fail! I cannot let these cowards ruin the future of the Kurozawa family!"
"But General, what if something happens to you, then how will this battle be fought?"
Hearing him say this, his subordinates were immediately terrified.
He was the commander of the navy. If he were to die, who would command this war?
"Pass down my final order: everyone must capture the enemy ships at all costs. Once successful, immediately sail back in triumph!"