As the mainstay of naval warfare, tower ships were enormous, their decks rising high above the water. From a distance, they looked like giant beasts crouching on the river. When one broke through the fog and cleaved through the water, the beast bared its fangs, unleashing a suffocating sense of oppression. Ordinary light boats and assault ships were less than one percent of its size.
Forget standing alongside one. Even getting close was difficult.
Cui Mi was thrown about so violently that, if he hadn't grabbed the railing, he would have lost his footing and gone flying. He had to cling to it with both hands and feet, his furious roar piercing the wind and waves to reach Shen "Nonexistent" Tang's ears. "Brutes! A bunch of brutes!"
These people from Kang Country didn't understand the art of naval warfare at all.
"Brutes the likes of which you see once in ten years—no, once in a hundred!" Cui Mi had barely gotten out a couple of curses when a towering wave crashed over him. Icy, fishy-smelling river water filled his mouth. He couldn't open his eyes, and he was too choked to curse. With the wind and waves still raging, all he could do was keep his mouth shut.
Otherwise, he'd end up swallowing a few more mouthfuls of river water.
At last, the rocking that had felt like it would send his heart flying settled somewhat. Cui Mi raised an arm, blue with cold from the river water, and roughly wiped his face. He managed to open his eyes. "...These brutes from Kang Country—are tower ships for ramming?"
Their troops had been ordered to circle around and whittle down Kang Country's rear fleet. Under the cover of night, with two Guan Nei Hou drawing Kang Country's attention, there was little