The Waujin Church has not been able to know the situation of the Wanderer Wargroup for the time being, but considering what happened to the Dawn Church before, the higher-ups have silently crossed the Wanderer Warband, and from the perspective of chess players, their layout is still a step late.

But for the pieces underneath, like the remnants of the Wanderer Warband and Priest Kidd, this is a world of difference.

The fleet of wanderers wasted a lot of time in a panic, and most of the overboard people who struggled in the sea were mercenaries who were not good at water, and they basically sacrificed themselves to the sea with despair.

There was no way, their Grand Master, Second Commander, and the warband's brains - a special team composed of four mages all sank into the sea in the previous shelling, disappeared without a trace, and the entire wargroup was leaderless.

And that's not the worst of all, the worst thing is that a large number of sharks are attracted to the surface, playing with their prey like hunting under the water, biting their thighs and carrying them across the sea as fast as they can, leaving a dark red trail of blood.

Charles succeeded in gaining command of a battleship, and when he boarded the battleship, the deck was already full of demoralized soldiers, who were a bit overestimated by the loss of armor, and these people were really numb and didn't even bother to move, even if their comrades were being bitten by sharks, they didn't react at all.

"Pick up your guns, damn it!" Charles kicked down several people who were slumped on the ground one by one: "Listen to my orders!" Lined up! ”

It is easy for a soulless person to obey authority, and the first soldier to stand up is quickly surrounded by people.

A few reactive soldiers quickly removed crates of muskets from the storeroom, unopened muskets that smelled of grease and were well-made, but pointless, because their enemies could wreak havoc on them from outside range.

But at the very least, these weapons can help relieve the pain of their comrades.

"Raise your gun!" Charles brandished his command knife, his eyes red: "Don't close your eyes, look at your comrades, send them on their last journey!" ”

Those sharks on the sea below have begun to attack the lifeboats in groups, this kind of strong sea creatures that are unique to the Far South Sea are small and three meters long, and the larger ones can grow to more than five meters, and they will not actively attack humans on weekdays, but recently the coastal areas of the Far South have been polluted by chaos, and their foraging difficulty has increased exponentially.

These hungry sharks come in groups of three or five, and a single charge can overturn a lifeboat and then devour the survivors inside.

"Fire!" Charles swung his knife hard, and the fierce gunfire also alerted the other surviving boats, who began to consciously stop the sharks, and formed a ring to protect the lifeboats in the middle, and finally drove the group of sharks away.

In the end, it took Charles three hours to reorganize the entire Wanderer Warband, and four or five squad leaders survived in addition to him.

In the space of three hours, seven of the fifteen damaged battleships sank from their injuries.

The members of the ships were lucky, they had enough time to take off their extra armor and weapons, and even those who didn't board the lifeboats fished a few pieces of wood and jumped into the sea with them, following the waves.

Thirty-five ships, three thousand well-trained soldiers, and nearly four thousand, including the sailors and officers of the ships.

Now there are only fourteen warships, dozens of lifeboats, and debris scattered all over the sea, and that's all the Ranger Warband has left.

Charles estimated that the entire Wanderer Warband would not have more than a thousand survivors, and almost all of its supplies had been lost, and more than half of the warships could not sail at full speed.

What's even more head-raising is that more than one survivor fought each other in the previous chaos in order to get a chance to live, and in fact, the artillery captain who was on the same ship with Charles before also managed to survive, and now he has obtained the command of a battleship.

There are also many ships that refuse to rescue those who have fallen into the water in the chaos, and the only reason why the Wanderers have not fallen apart is that most of them do not know where they are going next or what they are going to do, after all, this is the sea, not the land.

At this time, Charles was in a meeting with several surviving captains, and they had gathered on an intact battleship, along with all the surviving captains.

Fourteen ships, nineteen captains, five mercenary chiefs.

"Take us home, we won't accept this hiring, this battle can't be fought!" One of the captains of the musketeers was the first to speak: "It's a big deal, let's return the money!" ”

This is an idiot who came in by nepotism, Charles knew it from the moment he entered the Rangers Warband, but he didn't expect the other party to be so idiotic.

"We don't have enough supplies to return to the Far South, we don't have enough food and fresh water." A mercenary leader in charge of logistics rolled his eyes: "If you want to go back, I can assign you a lifeboat, and you can row back by yourself." ”

No one was going to give him face now, because his backer in the Wanderer Warband had sunk into the sea with that cannon fire.

The captain of the musketeers, apparently aware of his situation, kept his mouth shut tightly, and remained silent.

"Tell me something, gentlemen, the ship came from the direction of Godram City, and the same direction it left was, and our destination was Godrim City." One of the captains knocked on the table: "So where do we go from here?" Will he still venture to Godrim City as originally planned, or will he do something else? ”

"I don't agree to take the risk, that battleship has enough power to annihilate us completely, it may have been because of lack of ammunition that let us go before, and we won't be so lucky the next time we encounter it." The other captain shook his head and objected: "We must go to another city, which has probably fallen into the hands of the Seris. ”

"No, we are running low on supplies, several ships have been hit in the supply compartment before, and several ships have just thrown away some of their supplies in order to save more people." The mercenary in charge of logistics shook his head: "Our food lasts for three days at most, I don't know how far away Godrim City is, but I know that it is the closest city to us." ”

"He's right, we're only a third of what we used to do, and a lot of ships need to be repaired, and a storm can wipe us all out." One captain objected: "I agreed to go to Godrem City as originally planned. ”

"I agree, but I have a balance to settle with Charles before then." The captain of the artillery drew his scimitar, and the man rushed over as he spoke.