The world was pitch-black. Ordinary people's eyesight was too poor to make out what happened to those who jumped down. Cultivators' vision differed from that of ordinary people, and they clearly saw the rolling river swallowing people whole.
Even so, great batches of soldiers still leaped down one after another, pressing forward without regard for their lives.
The cultivators were deeply moved by the sight, yet helpless. There was no way around it—there truly was no way around it. Time—they were fighting for time!
Though this place was not heavily guarded due to the terrain, that did not mean the enemy would leave it unprotected. Before the operation, they had repeatedly scouted the area. According to their calculations, they had half an hour—only half an hour.
Song Kingdom cultivators conducted crisscross patrols along the riverbank, leaving them only a half-hour gap.
How many men could cross within half an hour had also been calculated. Within that half-hour, the army not only had to cross the river, but also swiftly leave the riverbank and withdraw. Otherwise, they would be discovered.
Once discovered, Meng Shanming's battle plan would come to nothing.
Fifty thousand troops were crossing the river this time, and there had to be enough men. Otherwise, it would have little effect on the next stage of the plan.
For fifty thousand troops to cross the river in half an hour, at such a dangerous spot, was simply far too rushed.
But this was a surprise attack. It meant turning the impossible into possible, making a move where the enemy believed no move could be made.
Whether cultivators helped or a temporary zipline was set up, there was no way to get fifty thousand men across within half an hour.
They could only use the fastest method—and the most dangerous one—to