The Xuanji Guards, who had set out from the capital, were successively dispatched to deliver messages, and now only Yin Zhe and Liu Yan, two powerful experts at the Divine Martial Realm, remained.
Therefore, Yin Zhe borrowed two members of the Mo Group to jointly steer the boat.
The merchant ship was so huge that it came into everyone's view as soon as it got closer.
Mo Er and Mo San worked together to guide the boat toward the breach in the riverbank, with a clear objective.
Such a huge ship, moreover, was fully loaded with stones and had a very deep draft.
The slightest carelessness could cause a second breach, the power of which would be far more terrifying than that iron-cast black turtle.
However, this is the most convenient method if you want to repair the dikes and complete flood control and disaster relief within a day.
As the merchant ship drew closer, everyone's hearts were in their throats.
Ten zhang, five zhang, three zhang... the embankment is about to be hit!
Mo Er almost lay horizontally on the deck, using every ounce of his strength.
She was temporarily assigned to the post, relying on her exceptional explosive power, which was unparalleled among the sixth-rank officials.
But she can't yet precisely control the wind and steer this boat by herself.
"grown ups!"
Just as they were about to reach their limit, Mo Er shouted, and Yin Zhe, who was standing at the bow of the ship, finally moved.
She raised her arms, and a powerful aura enveloped the entire merchant ship.
Not only that, it seems that even the surrounding wind, rain, and water flow have been suppressed.
The merchant ship was still approaching, but at a slower pace. It was about to touch the breakwater, but the touch was as gentle as the intimate touch between lovers.
The position was not off by the slightest deviation; it blocked the breach in the river embankment exactly in the center.
Rustling sounds!
The next moment, a screeching sound of friction suddenly rang out, the golden thread tore open the bottom of the hold, and river water rushed in, causing the ship to begin to sink.
The river water was squeezed and formed waves again, which quickly spread to the vicinity of the high slope.
The rafts and small boats were tied together, managing to withstand the aftershocks, but the porters on board were still in a bit of a scramble.
With his arms outstretched, Yin Zhe stood alone at the bow of the ship, resembling an immortal, wielding such immense power all by himself.
Using the golden thread to sense the water depth, she was about to reach the bottom. At this moment, she was completely focused and dared not be distracted in the slightest.
In the final moment, she frowned, her body tensed suddenly, and she brought her "momentum" to its extreme.
Finally, the merchant ship successfully touched down.
Yin Zhe had already tried its best, and it could control its position by using the river water and the force of floating, but it was not strong enough to lift a merchant ship with a weight of eight or nine thousand shi.
Collisions were inevitable; all that could be done was to minimize the impact, but they still stirred up a large amount of silt from the riverbed.
However, the effect was immediate, reducing the amount of river water gushing from the breach by 70-80%.
Her face beneath the veil turned deathly pale, clearly indicating that she had expended considerable energy.
She walked through the void, and at the same time, two golden threads wrapped around the waists of Mo Er and Mo San, carrying them away from the riverbank.
He descended onto the high slope in front of tens of thousands of people and stood back behind Qin Zhaoyue.
Qin Zhaoyue clearly heard her rapid breathing and whispered, "You've worked hard."
"Commander Meng, Deputy General Hu."
"Your subordinate is here!"
"Organize able-bodied young men to fill the breaches in the river embankment."
"yes!"
Qin Zhaoyue slowly descended the slope, with Shattered Ink and Ink Group following closely behind.
She stood about five or six zhang (approximately 10-20 meters) in front of the people and shouted in a loud voice:
"Anyone who carries stones and hauls soil, regardless of gender, will be given a peck of millet and two ounces of salt; any strong man who digs the stakes and sets the foundation will be given a jar of wine!"
She then went straight to the pile of timber and gestured to the guards to give her a wooden stake.
“Your Highness…” Sui Mo leaned closer, “You don’t need to take the risk.”
Qin Zhaoyue, hidden under the mask, couldn't help but roll her eyes. She had been following her for so long, how could she not understand her personality?
He muttered under his breath, "You think I want this? Enough talk, get on with the help!"
The deeper and wider the involvement in flood control and disaster relief, the higher the merit value will be in the final statistical settlement.
The actual help she can provide is naturally limited, but her hands-on approach can be inspiring.
My elder sister's life is hanging by a thread. To completely eliminate that sorcerer's worthless poison, I wonder how much merit I'll need.
Qin Zhaoyue could only do her best; the situation did not allow her to give up.
Suimo remained silent and could only step forward, joining the Sixth Princess one after the other, to lift a huge wooden stake and walk towards the bridge mechanism.
During the three and a half hours that Deputy Hu was recruiting laborers, the Imperial Guards on the high slope were not idle for a moment.
They felled all the trees, cut off the branches and leaves to make stakes and tools, and also collected all the necessary supplies.
Wang, the chief engineer of the Tiangong Division who survived, was not idle either; he had already devised a plan to repair the dam.
Qin Zhaoyue and Suimo carried one of the poles, while Mo Yi and Mo Er carried the other, thickest one, and they waded across the water side by side.
Meng Jian and Deputy General Hu have already begun organizing the laborers into groups.
The tasks vary from group to group, including weaving baskets, transporting materials, and chiseling piles for foundation work.
But many people's attention was focused on the figure carrying the huge wooden stake forward.
Qin Zhaoyue deliberately chose to carry out the transportation by herself, even though bamboo rafts and boats could have been used. This was to create a visual impact.
The water level dropped quickly, but after going downhill, it still reached chest height.
After walking about ten steps, Qin Zhaoyue began to regret it.
The internal energy circulated on its own, but I still felt a lot of pressure.
"Your Highness, is it alright?"
"Just go your way, don't worry about me!"
The high slope was about seventy or eighty feet away from the riverbank. Qin Zhaoyue's gaze was fixed on Suimo's back, just like when she was running the 800 meters in her student days.
Huff... huff...
Adjust your breathing, one step at a time.
"Your Highness, we've arrived!"
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