In the midst of the water bandits' warships, a cacophony of conch horn calls resounded incessantly.
Wang Batian saw that the situation was turning sour, so he issued the command to retreat.
Over a hundred warships began to head upstream. To Long Fei's surprise, their propulsion was similar to that of a windmill.
This contraption, akin to a propeller, kept churning in the water.
Harnessing the reaction force, it drove the warships against the current.
As for the official families' warships, they still relied on oars for propulsion.
A single massive warship required the simultaneous rowing of hundreds of oars just to slowly advance.
Such primitive technology was no match for the water bandits.
Long Fei made no move to stop them, allowing the water bandits to leave.
Ji Wanyu stomped her feet in frustration, helplessly watching the warships depart.
