The boat had traveled several dozen meters, leaving only twenty to thirty meters to the shore.
Suddenly, a group of burly, broad-shouldered men rushed out onto the reef-strewn shore opposite them.
Their leader spared them a glance, then waved his hand without a word.
The men raised their crossbows and fired at the boat.
"Shit!" Liu Ze's pupils shrank. Without a moment's hesitation, he dropped his oar and dove into the sea.
A dense volley of arrows rained down on the spot where he had just been.
The arrows rained down, landing on the wooden planks with a series of dull THUDS.
The two men rowing at the front were riddled with arrows before they could even cry out, turning them into human pincushions.
In the back, hiding behind another man's corpse, Pu Jia stared at the Iron-Plated Wooden Shield he held, his eyes gaining a sudden, profound clarity.
