Ming Dynasty: Gain one supernatural power every day

The Annamese commander on the opposite bank had already planned to surrender. He had just come down from the arrow tower and was preparing to lead his personal guards to the south gate to make contact, since surrendering would only mean losing half the battle, and saving his life was the priority.

As he walked, he was still thinking about what to say when he met the Ming army. He would first lower his stance and then offer them the map of the ferry crossing's defenses, hoping that he could save his life.

Seeing the water-absorbing technique that the other side just displayed, which caused the water level of the entire Changjiang River to drop, he felt terrified.

But before he could take two steps, he heard the soldiers' heart-wrenching screams coming from the arrow tower.

"Ah! Run!"

He looked up abruptly, his face turning deathly pale.

A wall of water several meters high was rushing in from the south bank, the turbid river carrying mud, sand and gravel, like a mad beast, swallowing everything in its path.

That's water being released from the gourd; the volume of water from a lake is being released.

After all, it is taken from the people and should be used for the people.

The sound of water was like thunder, and the waves were splashing. The wall of water advanced at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye. Just a few seconds ago it was on the horizon, and in the blink of an eye it had reached the front of the camp's wooden fence.

"My darlings, let's take a shower," Zhu Gaoxi murmured to himself, activating the blue gourd.

What poured out of Hulukou was not a column of water, but a whole river, flowing directly down from mid-air, as if the Changjiang River had been moved to the sky and then poured down.

The waves were several meters high, uprooting wooden fences and collapsing watchtowers like building blocks. Tents, vehicles, weapon racks, and grain piles were all swept away by the turbid river water.

"My goodness! With such a huge flood, these barbarians must have all drowned!" The Ming soldiers below were dumbfounded. An old soldier wiped the water spray from his face, his mouth agape.

"This flood is terrifying! Who would have thought we could fight like this before? The enemy hasn't even drawn their swords yet, and people are already dead."

"The Emperor is all-powerful; he's turned these barbarians into kimchi." A young soldier shrank back; he had just been thinking about how to rush over and fight the Annamese with knives, but now it seemed like it wasn't his turn at all.

"Old Qiu, the water's so strong, why don't you go take a bath too?" Xue Lu leaned in and winked at Qiu Fu.

"Go to hell, why don't you go? I, Old Qiu, don't want to be reincarnated so early." Qiu Fu spat to the side, but his eyes still couldn't help looking at the wall of water.

He watched as the water from a lake was poured directly onto the other side, giving them no chance to react. He sighed, "Is this the difference between gods and mortals?"

The Annamese soldiers didn't even have time to escape before they were overtaken by the waves. They rolled and struggled in the water, like meat filling being stirred around in a pot of boiling dumplings.

"Gods, spare me! Gods, spare me!" The lucky ones standing on high ground waved their hands desperately, begging for mercy. Their voices were torn apart by the roar of the water, and even they couldn't hear them.

After the flood, the entire camp looked as if it had been plowed by a comb.

The wooden palisade was rotten, the arrow tower collapsed, the wooden tent was gone, and even the two emaciated war elephants were swept away, leaving only two huge mud pits in their place.

Of the 4,000 people in the camp, only a few hundred remained standing after this flood. They were either swept into the river or choked and passed out.

Zhu Gaoxi used his spiritual power to keep a close watch on the entire process. Seeing that the Annamese soldiers who had been swept into the river were about to drown, he took out his alchemy gourd and carried out a final "rescue" for them.

"Come in." He activated the gourd, and a dark green light swept precisely across the water's surface.

"I'll take you in first."

"I'll take you in again."

"You come too."

"Come on, everyone, let's go."

As he muttered to himself, he collected everything into the gourd, like ordering food, including those still struggling on the surface, those washed ashore, and those stuck in tree branches.

These Annamese people first rinsed it with water until it was completely clean, so that the inside of the gourd wouldn't get dirty when they put it into the alchemy gourd, which would be perfect for refining the elixir.

Clean and tidy, it won't make you sick.

The Annamese soldiers, who were completely disoriented by the water, thought they had been saved by a god. The next second, they found themselves plunged into an endless dark space.

Before they fainted, their last thought was: at least we're saved.

It's okay, feeling dizzy is normal. You'll feel better soon, because you'll die soon.

The two Annamite war elephants that were just discovered by the river were also put into a gourd by Zhu Gaoxi, who planned to release them later and incorporate them into the Ming army's elephant unit.

The scattered weapons, crossbows, and warship fragments were all collected as well; otherwise, it would have been a waste for these supplies to be washed away by the flood. Collecting them would allow them to be used by the subsequent troops. After collecting everything that could be collected, Zhu Gaoxi put the gourd back, shook it gently, and nodded in satisfaction.

Okay, bath time is over, alchemy time begins.

"Second Brother, did I use too much force?" Zhu Gaoxi looked at the opposite side and saw that there was basically no one left standing. He used water to rinse and gourd to collect them. After a series of operations, he accidentally put all four thousand people into the gourd.

He had originally planned to let his second brother and the others go upstairs to stretch their muscles after he finished rinsing, but in the end, none of them were left.

"Fourth brother, look at this scene. Need I say more? If you poured the water from this lake, even an army of 100,000 would be wiped out. It's just that my second brother's sword was wiped for nothing." Zhu Gaoxu laughed when he heard his fourth brother say, "Did you use too much force?"

"Second brother, fourth brother has saved us so much trouble, and you're still not happy about it?" Zhu Di glanced at Zhu Gaoxu, his tone tinged with a hint of reprimand, but a smile also graced his face.

"If we had had the help of the fourth prince back then, we wouldn't have had to fight so many bitter battles," Zhu Di said thoughtfully.

As emperor, Zhu Di was very satisfied with this tactic.

Zero casualties, fast speed, and high efficiency. If every battle could be fought like this, how much military spending could the Ming Dynasty save on its national treasury?

He himself can live a few more years.

"Hehe, Father, I didn't mean to be unhappy. I was just marveling at how capable my fourth brother is. I didn't do anything after coming out with the army, and I feel a little embarrassed." Zhu Gaoxu knew that Zhu Di was referring to the Jingnan Campaign. He scratched his head, and with his full beard and this expression, he looked rather simple and honest.

"No need to be polite, Second Brother. I mainly wanted to test the power of the supernatural ability, so I just took them all without hesitation," Zhu Gaoxi said with a smile.

"Oh, right, these are the two war elephants from earlier, and the scattered weapons. Take a look at them." Zhu Gaoxi said, tilting the gourd mouth to the ground.

A flash of light appeared at the mouth of the gourd, and two war elephants, soaking wet, appeared out of thin air on the ground. They were looking around in confusion, swinging their trunks. Then, weapons fell to the ground with a clatter, and swords, spears, and halberds were piled up into a small mountain, covered with water plants and mud.