In the fifteenth year of Yong Tai, spring, somewhere along the Longshui River.
At dawn, a medium-sized cargo ship drifted on the water.
The current beneath the ship was gentle, yet the situation onboard... could only be described as turbulent.
The clash of weapons and the cries of fighters rose and fell in succession.
There were more than thirty people engaged in the battle, which seemed lively, but the power disparity between the two sides was stark; the stronger group fought almost bare-handed against those armed with weapons, yet as the fight persisted, they seized weapons from their opponents.
And with the weapons, they also seized the fresh lives...
As splashes of blood stained the deck red, the battle neared its end.
Of the losing side, fifteen in total were nearly wiped out, leaving only one robust man. Even though he was knocked down, covered in blood, he still desperately shouted vows of revenge for his comrades.
