Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 - 2 | Page 79

Zheng He’s hands were suddenly clammy with sweat and his tongue seemed to have disappeared. More soldiers would perish, like this unfortunate soul, if he didn’t do something quickly. Zheng He tried to raise his voice. “My soldiers!” The sound of his weak voice barely escaped his lips. Drawing in a breath, Zheng He tried again. “My soldiers! We must drive these pirates back before they do anymore damage to our fleet!” The soldiers raised their swords with renewed spirit and rushed towards the pirates. As the tide of battle turned, and more pirates fled, Zheng He smiled proudly. His crew really was the best he could ask for.