At the rear of the entanglement at the crossing, nearly two hundred thousand cavalry had already regrouped, poised and ready to launch. Their gazes were firmly fixed on the direction of the warships, eyes filled with ferocity as they spotted the Earthshade Monastic Soldiers disembarking.
"I told you to let your army come ashore directly. Relying on these four planks for a slow landing means you all might end up staying here today. Master Wufa, won't you reconsider?"
These seven warships were all manned by martial artists. Even the one farthest from the shore was only two or three miles away. Mobilizing their internal energy, they could easily tread water and come ashore. Should the thirty thousand-strong army abandon the ships and land all at once, the battle situation would definitely reverse in an instant.
However, hearing Hou Yuxiao's words, Wufa's expression turned even grimmer, his demeanor hesitant and indecisive.
