The "Lazy Walrus" was subjected to several more volleys from enemy ships after turning and fleeing, and those large solid iron balls easily broke through the hull and penetrated directly into the interior of the cabin from the stern, mercilessly harvesting lives.

It was all over, two of the three frigates had already been sunk, and the rest did not go to the rescue of the friendly troops who had fallen overboard, and Dali watched as the ship quickly fled the battlefield with its light hull.

The poor "Lazy Walrus" and its laden soldiers were left alone in the sea to face the Principality's formidable fleet, and as the stern was shot one after another, the hull began to tilt. And the fleet of the principality had no intention of capturing the ship, and only kept firing cannons...... Fire.

Some desperate sailors began to jump into the sea to escape, a large number of soldiers who did not understand the nature of the water no longer obeyed the orders of the commanders to stand by and wait, they rushed to the deck to fight for places in the dinghy, and once the despair spread, it became uncontrollable, the officers who gave the orders were killed and trampled by the soldiers, and the number of soldiers killed by their own men was far greater than the number of people who died from the shelling in order to fight for a seat in the boat.

The timid sapper Dali Einfurt dodged the frantic crowd far away, and he could not compete with them, so he voluntarily gave up the opportunity to board the dinghy.

Dalí pinned his hopes on the help of the Duchy's fleet, knowing that in a naval battle unless there was a deep hatred between the two sides, he would treat his captives well in most cases, and that the two sides of the battle were Valstads on the peninsula, they were compatriots, but they were loyal to the Duchy and the Noble Alliance respectively, and they should have mercy on each other's survivors, I hope so.

Thinking so, Dalí saw that the hull of the ship began to sink, and he mustered up his courage, took off his heavy uniform and leather boots, and leaped down into the dark waters.

As soon as he entered the water, he regretted it, because the sea was cold and biting, and the waves were interfering with his breathing, and with his water nature and physical strength, he would definitely not be able to swim to the search and rescue range of the Duchy's fleet.

So he changed his goal, which was a large plank floating on the surface of the sea in the distance, and if he could swim there, he could climb the plank and lay on it and paddle with his hands.

So he swam desperately, against the icy waters and waves, and his will to survive allowed him to easily surpass the longest distance he had ever swam, and finally grasped the edge of the plank as he was about to be exhausted.

His hands clung to the plank, one leg desperately tried to catch up, and then slid down, he sank, he could have given up and said goodbye to this life, but he couldn't die, there was a family still waiting for him to return, he desperately kicked his legs under the water with his will, and finally resurfaced and grabbed the plank, and coughed violently the sea water that he drank, this time he used his last will and strength to successfully put his leg on the plank, and then his whole body turned up, lying on the plank where all his hopes were pinned.

At this time, he vaguely heard a cheer from the direction of the enemy ship in the distance:

"Long live the Duchy of Valsta! Long live the Duchy of Valstad! ”

The poor "Lazy Walrus" was sunk, and this unfortunate landing on the island ended in failure.

Dali Elfurt lay on the plank, he dipped his arms in the icy water and paddled in the direction where the cheers came, the cold and exhaustion gradually took away his consciousness, he withdrew his hands and put them at his sides, wanting to rest for a while and continue to row, the last trace of heat in his body was sucked away by the cold, he unconsciously closed his eyes, and remembered the old poem of Valstad that he had read, which was a poem about death:

"Indulge in the memories of the past

A dream that never continued

The dark gods whispered my name

Follow me to the other side, away from all the pains and torments of the world

No more grief

Raise your hand to the sky

Let your mind fly

Forget everything and go to the grave

It's time to die forever

The soul sails to the other side in the shadows

I will no longer grieve and see my friends again

It's time to die forever

It's time to pass away forever."

And so he meditated, silently recited, and soon he knew nothing.

Confused, in a trance.

After a long time, Dalí found himself standing on the water, surrounded by some kind of strange fog, and he couldn't see the moon when he looked up, only a strange blue light illuminated the water through the thick fog.

The deafening sound of artillery was gone, as were the cheers of the enemy and the cries for help from their comrades, and there was only a dead silence in my ears.

(Why can I stand on the water?) There was no pain in the slightest from the few wounds on my body that had been pierced by broken wood, could it be that I was already dead? ）

What made him feel more desperate than facing death was that he would never see his family again, and he decided to join the army without saying hello to his family, and the amnesty, freedom, position, and pension he originally wanted were all in vain. He has never shouldered the responsibility of being the eldest son, is his mediocre life over?

At this moment, some kind of creature appeared in the sky, and it flapped its wings silently, like a huge crow. But the terrifying eyes were not like those of birds, but made him think of some sea creatures he had seen in the fish market, and the huge godless pupils were glowing with a layer of dead ash, and at this moment the terrifying eyes were staring at him, and after a while, Dali finally heard a voice, it was the sound of wings flapping, and then the mysterious creature flew away and disappeared, leaving only a thick fog around him.

Finally, the silence was completely broken, and Dalí could not feel the wind, but could hear a slight eerie howl, and a star-like road appeared on the water in front of him, which seemed to be made up of countless fireflies, winding and long, and it was not known where it led.

Dali looked at the bright points of light under his feet, he stepped on them, there was no feeling in his feet, he didn't have to breathe and he couldn't feel the cold, he was more and more convinced that he had stepped into the underworld.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he came to the end of this dazzling road, and Dali looked down in amazement at his feet, a figure he knew all too well was lying motionless on a plank, and he looked at this strange scene, the man was naked, his face was turned sideways, and his eyes were closed, as if he had passed out.

(God forbid, isn't this me?) I...... How can you see yourself? Am I really dead? ）

He tried to reach out and touch the familiar face, but his hand seemed to dissolve into nothingness, without any touch, and went straight through the body.

At this moment, those eyes suddenly opened! A powerful force pulled and tore him. Dalí howled in horror as his arm was sucked into the motionless body, and then his entire body was sucked in.

When he regained consciousness, he felt a splitting headache, as if countless wriggling carnivorous reptiles were gnawing at his brain in his skull.

He felt the pain of the wound again, felt the fresh sea breeze blowing through his sun-dried hair, felt the less cold water, and he was able to breathe again.

Dalí rolled over and struggled to sit up on the plank, the blazing sun squinting his eyes around him, the sea around him was littered with floating pieces of wood and corpses, and the Duchy's fleet was nowhere to be seen.

(What's going on?) I died, went into another world, and now I'm alive again? ）

Dali sat there in confusion for hours, until he could not bear the hunger and thirst.

He reached out and grabbed a fish that had leaned in out of curiosity, and bit it to death, the flesh and skin, bones, and internal organs were chewed and swallowed together, and hunger made him not feel the slightest fishy smell, but chewed greedily.

His mouth was thirsty, so he put his hands together and drank the seawater, and then he choked and vomited.

Just as he was coughing violently, he suddenly saw a small sloop in the distance salvaging something, and he didn't care about the dry pain in his throat, and shouted frantically in a hoarse voice:

"Help! Help me! There are living people in this! ”

The sailors on the small boat heard the call and headed in his direction.

A couple of calloused hands pulled him onto the boat.

One of the bearded old sailors handed Dalí a water bag and asked, "Friend, which side are you loyal to, the Duchy or the League of Nobles?" ”

Dali drank a bag of fresh water and felt the fire in his throat be extinguished, and he replied:

"I'm a sapper of the League of Nobles, we set out from the port of Tadjawi and were routed by the Duchy's fleet one night, and I don't know how long I fainted at sea."

"Oh, that's right, lad. We're the boatmen at Tadjawi Port, and we'll take you back when we're done with the voyage, and you'll probably have to wait for about half a month, because we're going to another port to fill the boat and sail back. You're lucky enough to find you alive in this sea. ”

Dalí collapsed on the deck of the boat, and he murmured in his heart:

(Yes, I was lucky.) If I tell me about my bizarre experience of coming back from the dead, I'm afraid I'll be taken as a madman, and I'll be sent to an insane asylum when I go back. ）

So he didn't say a word, just lay there, enjoying the fresh, warm sea breeze blowing through his naked body.