"Understood. Go inform Huang Zu and Guo Jia to wait at the riverbank."

Jiang Siming got up, dressing himself while mockingly muttering to himself, "Trying to pull a 'Burning of Red Cliffs' on me? Quite ambitious."

Exiting the command ship, Jiang Siming arrived at the riverbank, where a middle-aged man was kneeling on the ground, covered in wounds, a shocking sight.

These were all from whipping and branding, his skin torn and tattered.