Needless to say, Mr. Jason Brown, I am willing to fight for humanity, and it is not only your compatriots who are dying, but my kind as well. ”

Moussa said.

Now, the sailors of the Fassal Free Federation fleet are his only companions.

He also has a lot of trust in these partners.

He won't let these people die in vain.

After all, he was just a fourteen-year-old naïve teenager, how could he give up.

The young man was hot-blooded, Jason Brown nodded solemnly, and said to his deputy: "Let Musa eat more, he can eat whatever he wants, and let him sleep better, we will enter the real battlefield tomorrow, Musa is our most important combat force!"

After saying that, he exchanged a few more words with Mousa and left.

The deputy nodded his head and obeyed, and after seeing the captain leave, he began to instruct his men to prepare a meal for Moussa.

No one went up to the deck anymore to chat with Moussa.

This Mousa was a little uncomfortable.

But the captain's lieutenant explained to him that it was not only Moussa who needed to be ready for battle, but also the soldiers of the Faisal Free Federation.

And they could not come up to the deck to disturb Mosa.

Musa ate to his heart's content, and then, in the cool breeze of the sea and the peaceful moonlight, he used the rocking boat as a cradle for a baby, and fell asleep peacefully.

The Seventh Fleet of the Faisal Free Federation entered silence and sailed to the southernmost battlefield of the country, which was also the most severely invaded by demons.

The silence didn't last long, though.

Musa had only slept for four hours when he heard the sharp sirens ring and the sailors busily prepared.

In the darkness of the night, the right wing of the Seventh Fleet of the Faisal Free Federation, the Rest and Sunset, was sunk by demons.

When the blazing high beams flashed, the entire fleet of crews gasped and were shocked by the scene before them.

I saw that in the direction of the right flank of the fleet, there were twenty or thirty demons more than ten meters tall, and they were like those deep-sea beasts in mythology, casually stretching out a tentacle to roll up the entire ship.

There was a huge splash of water in front of him, and before the captain of the fleet could give the order, Mosa jumped into the sea in the next moment, and swam straight to the enemy, completely ignoring the demons who were one or two times his size.

Then, as if they had come to see a play, the Seventh Fleet of the Faisal Free Federation watched as Mosa tore apart the demons that dominated the seas one by one.

It was still a bit difficult for Musa to deal with them.

But it didn't hurt much.

He had grown to a point where it was difficult to get hurt, and perhaps, after experiencing this annihilating war completely, Musa would become a true god of war like the ancestor Phinesack!

In about thirty minutes, all the demons were destroyed.

Clothed in green blood and filled with glory, Musa returned to the deck, and all the soldiers revered him.

Jason Brown, commander of the Seventh Fleet of the Faisal Free Federation, stood on the deck and saluted Musa.

"Sorry, Musa, all the shells of our fleet have run out ..."

And all these shells were used on Moussa, so they were so passive just now.

"It's okay, just stay away, those two ships... I'm sorry, I couldn't get them back. ”

Mousa felt guilty.

At this, the ship fell silent, and a solemn atmosphere enveloped everyone.

This is not even close to the battlefield, and there are already such heavy losses.

They knew with their toes what kind of blow the fleet would suffer if they went to the battlefield.

They don't have wizards on board, so what should they do if they encounter those powerful demons?

Those companions who have been with them for several years, and now there are no two boatloads of people, even veterans who have experienced more than ten wars do not know how to accept this cruel fact, and they have many bad thoughts about the most cruel battlefield.

Moses looked at them and said in a loud voice: "From now on, leave it all to me!" ”

Fenisac's blood flowed through his body, not allowing him to retreat and throw in the towel here, and it would be the first time that Musa would openly fight for humanity.

Jason Brown was silent, he sighed in his heart, he also knew that this fleet had no effect other than being able to act as a decoy.

And that's exactly the last thing he wants to do.

Originally, they were going to rescue the southern battlefield, but they didn't expect to run into Musa on the way, and they used up all the loaded artillery fire, so they can only hope to find the sea city of Helsinki, where the navy is in Hong Kong to replenish its armament.

But judging from the current situation, even the city of Helsinki, which is full of cannons, should have fallen, otherwise they would now be discovered by the fleet defending the city.

However, there were only the corpses of demons on the black sea, and nothing else.

Not even a ghost.

Everyone acquiesced that the southern battlefield of the Fasalal Free Federation had reached the final result, although they did not say it verbally, but they all knew that it would be difficult to win the southern battlefield.

Just the encounters with these sea demons cost them their lives.

"These monsters are the ones who killed your country. ”

Jason Brown stood on the deck, looking at the magnificent and terrifying demonic bodies, and for a long time he was silent, his mouth tightly closed, and then his eyes.

Silently, two lines of tears flowed out.

After the deputy finished translating, he saw the embarrassment of the chief, and suddenly fell into a state of depression.

Hundreds of their companions have died not long ago, the homes of millions of people behind them are on the verge of extinction, and the Faisal Free Federation will soon be wiped off the map by demons.

Perhaps, history will not leave the mark of the Faisal Free Federation at all.

Perhaps, all the history that belongs to mankind will be wiped clean.

Jason Brown was angry and powerless, he had never fought a battle that he was not sure of, and before every march he knew what he was going to do to the battlefield.

But what is clear in front of him is a game that cannot be won if it is clearly unwinnable.

The admiral of the Seventh Fleet of the Fasalal Free Federation opened his eyes and let out a long sigh.

Without waiting for the deputy to translate Musa's words, he directly asked the deputy to ask all the crew members below if they were willing to continue to travel with him and go to the southern battlefield.

"You can also see that the southern battlefield is likely to be destroyed, and our Fasar Free Federation will soon be destroyed, even so, are you still willing to go with me?"