Xiling Gorge, the river surged violently.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky, as if ink had tainted the heavens, resembling heavy mountains pressing down on the earth.
Upon the river's surface, war drums pounded furiously, roaring like thunder.
Several warships cleaved through the waves, their bows sharp and broad, their sterns proud and high, constructed of solid wood and steady amidst the wind and waves, as immovable as Taishan.
These were the Great Xuan Navy's Jiujang-style patrol ships.
The sails billowed, and soldiers scurried back and forth on the decks, patrolling and keeping watch. Some even climbed the masts to look out from a high vantage point and scout the surroundings.
On both sides of the ships, rows of cannons and crossbow machines were evenly spaced; the wolf-toothed arrowheads at the front, thick as an infant's arm, glinted with a cold light.
The Great Xuan Dynasty flourished, and the Navy's equipment was indeed lavish.
