Jia Rong stopped the ship.
But more and more patrol fast ships—five in total—followed that fast ship and charged forward.
From the looks of it, the leading patrol fast ship carried considerable authority.
Zhao Han was helpless. Sure enough, the soldiers' leader had appeared.
No wonder her companion had been worried.
In ancient times, clan ties, blood relations, and marriage alliances served as the bonds holding an army together.
Superiors cultivated subordinates, and subordinates cultivated those beneath them.
To have fighting strength, they had to nurture more trusted followers.
And they had to provide enough silver.
They would never listen to any of your ideas.
Their only ideology was the bond of blood.
Because in this era, the common people at the bottom had not developed any awareness of a nation-state.
Only the scholar-officials possessed such awareness.
Though people in the West had begun to develop it.
At this time, there was no way to promote any advanced ideas.
What her companion needed now was strict discipline and training.
After all, they had been developing for far too short a time.
Qi Jiguang had trained his troops for a very long time.
And those had been infantry, not naval forces.
The sea was different from land.
It was easy to flee at sea.
The enemy could simply take their ships and go elsewhere to become pirates at any time.
That was why the imperial court hated the sea.
Because it could not be controlled.
Zhao Han had no choice but to have Jia Rong's ship follow at the rear.
He could not possibly tell Jia Rong to turn around and flee now.
His authority would be utterly destroyed.
No one at sea would obey a chief who fled in the face of battle. Years of hard work would have to