On the ships Li Tao brought, people were stationed, ready to kill as soon as the time ripened.
So, before the prefects arrived, more than half of Li Tao's men had been lost, and the remaining prefects just needed to capture Meng Su and Song Xian.
But what if it wasn't the prefects who came?
Ding Jun's eyes narrowed, fearing to think further, he stared intently at those warships, silently counting. When the twentieth warship appeared, Ding Jun's legs went weak.
Just the large warships numbered twenty, not to mention the smaller ones behind. The prefects couldn't possibly deploy so many men.
Not only Ding Jun, but others on the ships also felt something was wrong.
Just as Ding Jun was about to order the ships to retreat, arrows were immediately shot from Meng Su and Song Xian's ship.
The ship was already in chaos due to the massacre, and now suddenly under attack, the people on board had no strength to fight back.
