The morning star at dawn adorned the dark blue sky, and behind the mountains and forests, an orange-red ray of light pierced through the spring night, ushering in the dawn.
Gold-red sunlight fell on the Nao'an River, revealing a mist like burning gold.
"Splash—"
The sturdy barges broke through the rolling fog on the river.
Dense black and red flags fluttered like a moving forest on the river, pulling dozens of barges into a long row, sailing in the broad river.
Along the riverbank, sparse fishermen on fishing boats shivered, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, looking at the groups of soldiers standing behind the ship's railings like obsidian sculptures.
"Short, short hair?"
As soon as the young fisherman spoke, his grandfather slapped him on the back of the head.
"These are the gentlemen of the Salvation Army. They'll be docking in the town soon, watch your mouth."
