Huyang, Dingbo Mouth.
When Zhou Jing and the others came here through the rain, the nearby area had already turned into a swamp. A large area of land was flooded. Even where they could dismount, the water level was close to their waists. It was extremely muddy, and it was difficult for them to move forward.
Not far away, the broken part of the dike had expanded countless times. The turbid river water wrapped in sand and mud rushed out along the gap, emitting a rumbling sound like the roar of a yellow dragon.
Moreover, at this moment, the heavy rain was continuously falling, constantly increasing the momentum and water level of the Sha River, and the flood showed no signs of subsiding.
"Aiya, this flood is too serious. What should we do?"
"Chief, why don't we retreat? How can we resolve such a huge flood?"