The soldiers hid behind the ruins of the ship's side, looking at their general with exhaustion and even numbness.
That suffocating desperation and agitation was gradually suppressed and sedimented by a deeper, colder force in this silent ceremony.
Luo Si sat firm as iron, seemingly calm on the surface, but his heart was burning, pondering desperately on how to break through the dire straits.
The main battleships were down to just three, and none of them could rival any of the large ships of the White Bone Fleet. The remaining small boats were numerous, but each could only hold up to five people, what good would they be?
As he struggled to find a solution, his gaze pierced the surface of the river, seeing a faint blue light quietly floating in the water.
It turned out to be a school of small fish quietly approaching like fine dust.
