The morning light sprinkled down, casting the entire lake in a golden hue, and amidst that sea of gold, dots began to appear from afar, slowly emerging on the vast expanse of the lake.
In Changsha territory, at Floating Cloud Crossing.
Huang Xuan stood at the bow, gazing toward the distant ferry. By now, the ferry had already received orders; over a thousand gathered county soldiers had cleared the surrounding area, controlling the entire ferry point to ensure no messages could leak from this place.
"Changsha, we've finally arrived."
The fleet entered the ferry point, and soon countless small boats approached, with Laborers and civilian workers transferring supplies, sending them toward the ships that had come from afar.
The daily consumption of supplies by the fifty thousand Forbidden Army and the ten thousand marines was astronomical.
