The night was as black as ink, quietly swallowing up San Juan Bay and shrouding the four gigantic Clark galleons. The starlight was faint, the sea breeze moist and restless, carrying with it the clash and shouts from the stronghold, and a faint smell of blood and smoke.
"Almighty! The Barbarians have launched a massive invasion! There's a large group of figures, fighting on the west and south sides! Dim and flickering—no idea if there are hundreds of Barbarians! And I heard the sound of cannon, dozens of them!"
"Idiot! That's not cannon, that's Matchlock Guns! The same kind we usually use on the ship!"
"Matchlock Guns? All our Sailors are on board! Those Holy War Veterans and Shenluo Mercenaries—where would they get Matchlock Guns? Could it be the Barbarians?"
"How is that possible! How could Barbarians have Matchlock Guns? If they've got Matchlock Guns, can you still call them Barbarians?!"
