Over the sea, the sails of eight hundred ships hung high, densely covering the waters.
The soldiers aboard stood in neat ranks, banners fluttering in the wind, every man silent and solemn.
The ships were linked together, their bows and sterns facing one another. As the sea breeze swept past, only the snapping of sails and the cold clink of armor could be heard; there was not the slightest disorder. From afar, they resembled an iron formation spanning the river, imposing and austere, their momentum bearing down upon the sea.
On the deck of a Floating Battleship, Orlando hovered above the troops below, his face stern and commanding.
"Set out."
The High-rank Silver guard standing behind him turned and went to relay the order.
War drums sounded, echoing across the entire sea.
The two armies began sailing according to plan, advancing toward their designated objectives.
The Tenth Legion remained in place as a reserve force, awaiting orders from Corps Command.
In the sky, the Floating Fleet split into three groups. One escorted the First Legion, one escorted the Second Legion, and the remaining group stayed behind to guard the flagship.
Across the sea, banners filled the sky, and the army's ranks were magnificent.
Watching the great army depart, Orlando's eyes remained utterly calm.
Many people would fall in this battle.
In Luohai Port City of Baimu Province, an army of twenty thousand entered the city in orderly ranks and took up positions at key defensive posts.
The original City Defense Army was gathered together and assigned as Logistics Troops. At the same time, able-bodied young men from the city and nearby villages were conscripted to serve as reserve forces and cannon fodder.
Atop the high walls, a middle-aged general looked down at the burning ships and the foreign merchants who