The Southwest Allied Army was far less efficient than expected.
For a while, Shen Tang suspected they planned to surround the Kang forces without attacking, hoping to trap Kang's main army here until they starved to death. But given the pressure of supplying food and fodder from the rear, it was anyone's guess who would wear down whom. With the allied forces making no move, Shen Tang was happy to keep drilling the navy. You could never have too many experience points.
The real reason?
Well, that brought us to Cui Zhi.
Cui Zhi's early departure from the main camp had thrown the Southwest Allied Army's battle plans into disarray. As one of the leaders of this campaign, his absence meant more than simply losing a man. Even though he had recommended Mei Meng, Mei Jinghe wasn't a member of the Cui Lineage, and the generals with ties to the Cui Lineage wouldn't readily obey her. The Southwest Allied Army's two heavyweights, Luo Yuan and Gongyang Yongye, were even less likely to take orders from her.
This was why the delay had exceeded expectations.
Misfortune lurked within good fortune, and good fortune within misfortune.
No one knew whether it was because this world had supernatural powers like the Literary Heart Martial Gall, or for some other reason, but changes in the weather were more complicated here. The wind shifted at a different time every year. Even fishermen who had spent their whole lives making a living on the river wouldn't claim to have figured out its patterns completely. Fortune and misfortune went hand in hand. Mei Meng had been entrusted with command in a crisis, buying them time—but that also gave her the chance to wait for the wind to shift.
The weather was governed by the laws of the