"Brothers, hold the line! Behind us are our fathers and elders, our fellow countrymen, and Yue Kingdom's fertile fields—do not let the flood beasts swallow the rich plains, do not let the wicked waters devour our people!"
Zhou Sixun, Commander-in-Chief of the Yue Kingdom Qiantang Navy, personally led his great army in a desperate stand before the torrent!
The navy's tower ships formed a line, blocking the floodwaters. The radiance of all manner of formations shone together in dazzling splendor.
Aside from the formation masters necessary to operate the arrays, all the other naval officers and soldiers leaped into the water one after another, forming a military formation with their flesh and blood to intercept the flood.
Zhou Sixun himself roused his golden body and strode against the torrent, smashing apart crest after crest of floodwater with his fists.
In The Present World, where extraordinary power was sufficient to move mountains and fill seas, ordinary floods were not truly a calamity. Especially in a place like the Qiantang River, cultivated and managed for so long, its ten thousand acres of surging waves had long since been tamed. Formations built around the river regulated its tides without rest for a thousand years. Over those long years, the Qiantang River had only two functions: "irrigation" and "scenery."
A folk saying went: "Whenever floods arise, a great demon is behind them; whenever mountains collapse, some spirit monster is at work."
It meant that whenever these so-called "natural disasters" caused harm, extraordinary forces were usually at play.
For instance, in Maple Forest City, what had swallowed people—was that truly an earthquake fissure? In Fuji City, what had burned down the Ge Clan—was that truly an accidental fire?
At the moment the Qiantang burst its banks, the Yue Kingdom navy's [garrison count] along the Qiantang