Rain lashed the banana leaves, making their lush green gleam vividly.
Ta Ta Kai hooked out his claws, pinched off a broad banana leaf at the stem, and held it over his head. With a fish basket wide at the opening and narrow at the bottom strapped to his back, he jumped into the rice paddy, trudged through the mud along the ridges in search of eels, grabbed one, and flung it into the basket for an extra dish that night.
Alternating heat and cold brought the most rain.
Mist shrouded both banks, smoke-like vapor curling through the air.
Da Shun and Southern Border soldiers faced one another across Linjiang. Now and then, curses in the Jiang Huai dialect and Southern Border dialects rang out, followed by flights of arrows.
Arrows fired by Martial Masters were anything but ordinary. Laden with astral qi, each explosion blasted out a deep pit. Watchtowers on the opposite bank were often insufficiently guarded and collapsed under a single arrow.
Bringing down a sentry post on Da Shun's side was worth Great Merit. The soldiers responded enthusiastically, and it had almost become a game, with both sides trading blows back and forth. It was said that the truly capable had earned three Great Merits in half a month, their limelight unmatched.
Days like this lasted for nearly half a month.
"Ah..."
Meng Yi closed the battle report.
Leaning back in his chair, he rubbed his brow.
Southern Border held the advantage in territory, which looked good on the surface, but beneath it lay a bleak cloud of gloom. The frontline battlefield was like a quagmire.
First, morale was scattered, making it difficult to organize an effective counteroffensive.
Second, even if they did organize one, the moment they thought of the terrifying gorge at Ha Long