The fleet hoisted its sails and set off. Little Flying Fish led the way, charging forward like a galloping horse. Its blade-shaped bow cleaved through the river, its streamlined, slender hull slicing swiftly across the water. Five sails, each slightly wider than the ship's beam, provided immense power, sending the Flying Fish racing ahead as though it were truly flying over the water.
Just over ten minutes later, after rounding a bend, the ordinary cargo ships behind could no longer see the Flying Fish.
The passengers aboard were astonished by the ship's speed. Even the sailors operating it were steering such a fast sailboat for the first time.
The voyage from Weishan Commandery to Liuyang Commandery's docks normally took a full day, but the Flying Fish arrived in only a few hours. The three-day journey from Liuyang Commandery to Dongxin Commandery took this ship less than a day.
Faced with such speed, even the dozen or so people from Moxin's group aboard the ship were deeply shocked.
They had specialized in building boat models before and were extremely familiar with every type of sailboat in the Han Tribe. They knew the performance of every design by heart, yet not a single ship could match the speed of this Flying Fish.
Little Flying Fish continued speeding southward day and night without pause. At last, on the evening of the eleventh day after setting out, it reached the docks of Tohai Commandery.
The photographer traveling with the ship immediately disembarked and took a photograph on the docks with the harbor in the background. He also took a group photo of the Flying Fish Boat with the Tang Tribe's city behind it. These would serve as proof that the Flying Fish Boat had reached this place. He then had someone find Dashu of