Half a month was not long, yet another matter of far-reaching consequence had occurred on the Primordial Continent, shaking Luoyi to its core.
The three commanderies of Zou Prefecture bordering the West Sea had come under attack from the West Sea Aquatic Race.
Unlike the North Sea Aquatic Race's assault on North Sea Commandery, which Ye Zhen had quietly suppressed beneath the depths of the sea,
even though the North Sea Aquatic Race had been slaughtered until corpses lay piled like mountains and blood dyed the ocean red, few people knew of it on the surface. The entire North Sea remained calm and peaceful.
But things were different in the West Sea.
Twelve million Water Clan troops split into three forces, stirring up wind and waves and unleashing torrential rain that filled the sky. Under cover of that downpour, they charged into Changye, Yuanye, and Jiufeng, the three commanderies of Zou Prefecture.
Although the coastal prefectures and commanderies had let their military preparations slacken over the years, they often clashed with small groups of aquatic demons, so matters had not deteriorated to the point of uselessness.
Zou Prefecture had one million permanent provincial troops. Each commandery had at least forty to fifty thousand commandery soldiers, and at most one hundred thousand, while every county within them possessed another three to five thousand county troops.
The coastal commanderies of Changye, Yuanye, and Jiufeng all had their commandery forces at the upper limit of one hundred thousand.
Great Zhou's territory was vast. Even a lower commandery spanned thirty to fifty thousand li in every direction. One hundred thousand permanent commandery troops were still clearly insufficient.
Not to mention the tens of thousands of yamen runners, patrol inspectors, and soldiers within the commandery. Only with such forces could Great Zhou's rule be maintained