Hua Mantian didn't know who the barbarian general was, nor did she care.
She only hoped this flood of water rushing down would drive back the enemy.
Qingxi was more than just a river. It gathered countless mountain streams, building up a terrifying force along its course.
Jinling Ferry lay just ahead. The surging waters were about to empty into the Qinhuai River.
But no one had expected the river to burst its banks here.
This was beyond the power of ordinary people—and yet it was also the power of ordinary people.
Just as Wang Xian had told her earlier, first crush the enemy's morale, then return to Jinling Ferry and wear them down slowly until the two sides finally settled the score.
The breached Qingxi River charged down like ten thousand horses at a gallop, sweeping around the rocky mountain and pouring through the valley mouth with enough force to topple mountains and overturn seas.
The barbarian army charging toward them happened to be in a low-lying area.
For thousands of years, the authorities had reinforced the embankments around Jinling Ferry countless times so this stretch of river could flow smoothly into the Qinhuai River.
They had done so to guard against a breach one day, when floodwaters might flow backward and endanger the nearby people.
The force of weak waters could sometimes be as frail as the breeze.
But once the mighty river burst its banks and came pouring down, it carved a new channel across embankments hundreds of yards long.
With the force of rivers overturning seas, it swallowed the barbarian vanguard in an instant.
At that moment, Hua Mantian wanted nothing more than to return to the Imperial Capital and roar in the ears of those women, "Come and see this! This is a battlefield soaked