The Wei River surged onward, its currents swift and violent. Even at its narrowest, the entire river channel was nearly over ten kilometers wide. The remnants of the Devil Race's Ironclad Devil legion that had rushed to the riverbank plunged into the water without hesitation, crowd after crowd diving in like migrating herds crossing a prairie river, splashing up countless sprays and waves.
The Ironclad Devils wore no armor. The skin and shells covering their bodies were smooth and streamlined, making them even swifter in the water. One after another, the Ironclad Devils clamped their weapons in their mouths and, like amphibians that lived in the water, used both hands and feet to charge toward the far bank of the Wei River. The sight of that dark, teeming mass of Devil Race Warriors surging through the water was truly rather terrifying...
The Winged Devils in the sky also rapidly flew toward the Wei River.
Several thousand meters upstream from where the Devil Race's Ironclad Devil legion was crossing, dozens of Great Xia armored warships prowled upon the river.
From the moment the first Ironclad Devil leaped into the water, piercing battle alarms rang out aboard those dozens of Great Xia vessels. The Great Xia sailors, who had long been holding their breath in anticipation, immediately sprang into action, completing their battle preparations faster and more accurately than they ever had in training.
"Targets have entered the water..."
"Range: 4,800..."
"Bearing: 3..."
"Water speed: 7..."
"Set depth: 5..."
Several lookout posts reported through the ships' voice tubes, and the information was gathered in the fleet command room in the briefest span of time.
In the ship's command room, the captain—a hard-faced man in his fifties wearing a Great Xia naval uniform—lowered his binoculars. Murderous intent flashed in his eyes. "Deploy the