The coastline was filled with ships of all sizes, some helping Huaxia's ships unload things, others helping with boarding, and countless emaciated children in the sea doing what they could for Huaxia's fleet.
The children's eyes gleamed, and the adults were simple and hardworking. In no time, they helped hundreds of ships dock. The local authorities, fearing thieves and such, even arranged for many ships to provide protection.
However, Jing Shu wanted to say, there was really no need at this moment.
Why?
Because at this moment, almost all the ships were filled with the stench of rotten corpse insects, a smell so strong that even children had to pinch their noses and retch, or entire ships covered with bizarre green plants.
There wasn't a single normal ship.
Just imagine that reeking ship; any thief who came would probably shake their head, cry out in agony, and then swear never to steal again after leaving their clothes behind.
