Ming Dynasty: Gain one supernatural power every day

Zhu Gaoxi used his mental power to scan the opposite bank. The entire river defense camp had approximately four thousand people.

Along the river, continuous wooden palisades and low rammed earth walls were built, with poisoned crossbows hidden in the gaps between the wooden palisades, and a small arrow tower every thirty steps.

There are traces of a stone bridge to the north, but the bridge surface has been destroyed by the defending troops themselves, leaving only a few bridge piers standing alone in the middle of the river.

In order to block the Ming army from crossing the river, these people cut off their own escape route. Let's see how they run when the flood comes.

On the high ground in the center of the ferry crossing was the general's wooden tent. Next to the tent were two skinny war elephants, which were tethered and gnawing on a pile of dry banana leaves. They didn't even bother to look up at the roars of the Ming army.

Zhu Gaoxi glanced at it and sighed inwardly, "With such a shabby appearance, how dare they challenge the Ming Dynasty? I really don't know where they get their courage."

"Wait a moment." Zhu Gaoxi took out the light blue gourd. There were arrow towers and poisoned crossbows on the opposite side. Although a direct charge could be effective, casualties would be inevitable.

He needed to finish quickly; he had been fighting all day and wanted to wrap things up as soon as possible.

This water hyacinth can hold the water of an entire lake; it's perfect for giving these Annamese a bath to wash away their bad luck.

"Go." He tossed the blue gourd into the air.

The gourd spun twice in mid-air, its entire body shimmering with a light blue glow, and suddenly a tremendous suction force emanated from its mouth.

Suddenly, waves surged on the calm surface of the Changjiang River, and a thick column of water rose from the river, like a water dragon drawn out of thin air, continuously being sucked into the mouth of the gourd.

The water column rose higher and higher, and the suction became faster and faster. From a distance, it looked like a waterfall cascading down from the sky and flowing upside down.

The Annamite warships on the river were suddenly pulled about by the suction force, and several were overturned in the middle of the river. The soldiers on board fell into the water like dumplings, thrashing about and shouting for help.

The entire Changjiang River seemed to be stirred up by an invisible giant hand, with the river water surging and splashing, even the black mud at the bottom of the river was sucked up.

"Fourth brother, how many gourds do you have?!" Zhu Gaoxu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The spectacular sight of this "reverse waterfall" once again astonished the man.

"The Emperor's divine powers are invincible!" The officials of Prince Rui's mansion reacted the fastest, shocked but not forgetting to flatter him.

After all, the job market is tough these days, and the military circles are also very competitive. If they don't praise him, there are plenty of others who will. Qiu Sheng and Zheng Cong have developed a conditioned reflex along the way. When they see Prince Rui make a move, their words of flattery come out faster than their brains do.

"The Supreme Emperor of the Central Heaven, whose power is boundless!" Zheng Heng quickly added, afraid that he would appear unrepentant if he was too slow in saying it.

The Annamese camp on the opposite bank was in complete chaos.

All the soldiers ran out of their tents, staring in disbelief at the spectacle on the river.

The soldiers standing on the watchtower were so engrossed in watching that some of them fell off the wooden stairs.

Everyone was looking up with their mouths agape, like a group of puppets frozen in place.

"A gourd... floating in the air absorbing water... were the people of the Ming Dynasty immortals..."

"There are immortals in the Ming Dynasty, what should we do!"

"We've offended the gods, are we doomed to die?"

"General, let's surrender! Surrender now! The gods are angry!"

Cries and pleas for mercy echoed throughout the camp.

The Annamese garrison commander stood on the arrow tower, his legs feeling like they were made of lead, unable to move.

He was about to shout "sleight of hand" but he swallowed the words back. With so many people seeing it, how could it be a sleight of hand?

He looked down at the river and saw that the water level of the Changjiang River was dropping significantly.

"Collect." Zhu Gaoxi gave a soft shout, and the water-blue gourd stopped absorbing water, turning into a beam of blue light and flying back into his hand.

He casually tossed it in his hand, and the water inside the gourd made a gurgling sound, like a lake compressed to its limit churning inside the gourd.

He glanced at the opposite bank, a slight smile playing on his lips. It was time for his bath.

"Fourth brother, how come this gourd can hold water? How much water can it hold?" Zhu Gaoxu leaned closer, his eyes fixed on the light blue gourd.

Zhu Di and the military officers beside him also pricked up their ears.

"Not much, just the water of a lake," Zhu Gaoxi said casually, tossing the gourd in his hand.

"Hiss—" A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

The water of a lake? Contained in this tiny gourd? Zhang Fu and Zheng Heng exchanged a glance, both seeing undisguised shock in each other's eyes.

Qiu Fu counted on his fingers for a long time, thinking that if all the water in a lake were released, wouldn't it flood the entire Changjiang ferry crossing?

"Fourth brother, can you show this gourd to your second brother?" Zhu Gaoxu looked at the gourd, his heart itching with desire.

"Second brother, this is filled with the water of a lake. You can't lift it. Be careful not to crush it." Zhu Gaoxi joked in a serious tone.

"Really? Fourth brother, don't scare me! Never mind, never mind, I won't watch!" Zhu Gaoxu was startled and subconsciously shrank back.

He didn't want to become the first prince in history to be crushed to death by a gourd. It would be too shameful to talk about such a death, and the civil officials wouldn't know how to write his epitaph.

It is written: Zhu Gaoxu, the Prince of Han, died at the age of thirty-five under a gourd. Just thinking about it is shameful.

"Just kidding, take it and look at it." Zhu Gaoxi laughed and tossed the gourd to Zhu Gaoxu.

Zhu Gaoxu hurriedly caught it, his arms already tense, prepared to bear the weight of a lake. But the gourd felt light in his hands, no different from an ordinary gourd.

"You scared me to death, Fourth Brother!" He let out a long breath and held the gourd up to his eyes, turning it over and over to examine it.

The gourd is entirely water-blue, with faint, fine ripple patterns visible on its surface, like water flowing slowly across the gourd's surface.

The more he looked at it, the more curious he became. He then brought it close to his ear and shook it. He heard a muffled sound of water coming from inside the gourd, as if there were huge waves churning inside.

"How can such a small gourd hold the water of a lake... It's truly amazing. Father, take a look too." He handed the gourd to Zhu Di.

Zhu Di took it and held it in his hands, examining it carefully for a long time.

The military officers nearby all craned their necks to get closer, their eyes glued to the gourd.

Zhu Di ran his thumb along the wavy lines on the gourd's surface a few times, then nodded and said, "Hmm, truly amazing. Who would have thought that such a small gourd could hold so much water? If the Fourth Prince hadn't told me himself, I would never have believed it."

After saying this, he returned the gourd to Zhu Gaoxi and asked, "Fourth brother, you've collected so much water, are you planning to use it to wash these Annamese?"

"Yeah, Fourth Brother, you're not really planning to flood them, are you?" Zhu Gaoxu chimed in, asking.

Suddenly, the scene of freezing on the left, burning on the right, and being struck by lightning in the middle on the city wall flashed into his mind. If the seven armies were flooded again this time, and all the water in a lake was poured down, wouldn't the camp on the other side turn into a fishpond?

"As expected, old ginger is spicier, and Father guessed right. I'll give them a bath first, and then you can charge straight in." Zhu Gaoxi shook the gourd, smiling innocently.