"Aguda! What is he saying?"
"Haha! I couldn't understand the latter part of what he said. But the first part was a plea for help... He mistook our fleet for some Ming Dynasty's Chieftain... Then, he claimed to be the Chieftain of the Ming Dynasty's Harman Tribe, our ally, and requested reinforcements from us!..."
"...?! How could he mistake us for the Tribal Chief of the Ming Dynasty? Could it be that his vision is better than the Canine Descendants, and he saw this official seal?..."
"Ha! Zu, it's probably because of our large ships! In this Great River, even those tribes with two to three thousand people couldn't build such large ships! It's said that only the Ming Dynasty in the South has such large ships!..."
Maha Agudah grinned widely, gripping the big hammer at his waist. With a hunter's gaze, he stared at the six Shushu Jurchen Armored Cavalry before the fleet, lowering his voice like a lurking tiger or wolf.
