The Yangtze River.
“Elder!”
“Th-this……”
Standing on the riverbank, Jaogae Neung Sam’s eyes trembled. Dozens of ships floated on the Yangtze. One might say dozens are hardly worth making a fuss over.
Especially since they mobilized all sorts of motley vessels, including small skiffs and fishing boats. Yet the reason Neung Sam was flustered was simple. That number of dozens was only the count of what he could see.
The Yangtze is wide.
And long.
It is the Yangtze that splits the Central Plains in half. If such things were happening across the entirety of this vast Yangtze, then how many ships were actually afloat right now?
Hundreds? Or thousands?
Or perhaps—— Jaogae’s back grew damp with cold sweat.
“Have you reported to the main branch?”
“We reported immediately by the fastest red-letter dispatch.”
Neung Sam bit his lip hard. What difference would reporting make? There is no way to respond.
How could they stop those who cross the river in groups of four or five and spread throughout the Central Plains? They weren’t about to guard this long, long Yangtze from end to end.
“What in the world are they thinking?”