Fishing Boat Model One

The Han Tribe was going to attack Bamboo Island. This was no small matter, and since Luo Chong had said it himself, he clearly was not joking.

Then the Han Tribe really was going to make a move.

Jiaoshi could not help frowning and falling into deep thought. He did not care about the cause of this matter. Whether it was Commander Xin's side or the Han Tribe's side, strictly speaking, neither had much to do with them. What he was mainly considering was what impact the Han Tribe's attack on Bamboo Island would have on his own tribe.

There was also the matter of Luo Chong proposing that he lead his tribesmen to attack Commander Xin alongside him. How reliable was this plan, and how would the outcome differ between success and failure?

Seeing him deep in thought, Luo Chong chuckled, then clapped twice. Someone immediately brought over a map, a Sand Table, and a Boat Model, placing them on the table.

"Old Patriarch, please look. This is the easternmost part of Bamboo Island, located south of Yashan Mountain. It has vast stretches of flat, fertile land. Although it is currently covered only by wild grass and forest, with a little development, it could become farmland no worse than the Food Tribe's.

"There is also a tributary of the Clearwater River here, so you need not worry about freshwater. Moreover, you can enter the main channel of the Clearwater River through the tributary. With water transport, you could reach nearly every region of Bamboo Island.

"There is also this coastal area here, at the foot of Yashan Mountain. The mountain range ends there, and the black Yashan Mountain plunges straight into the sea. There is no beach along the coast, and the water is deep enough—even the shallowest places