The Woking Church has not yet learned about the situation of the Wanderers’ War Chapter, but considering the previous experience of the Chenxi Church, the senior management has silently made a fork for the Wanderers’ War Chapter. From the perspective of the chess players, their layout is still one step late.

But for the chess pieces below, such as the remnants of the Wanderer's Chapter and the Priest Kidd, this is a very different situation.

The Wanderers fleet wasted a lot of time in panic. Most of the fallen people who struggled in the sea were mercenaries with poor water properties. They basically offered their sacrifices to the sea with a lot of despair.

There was no way, their leader, the second leader, and the think tank of the battle group - a special team composed of four mages, all hit the corpse in the sea after the previous shelling, disappeared without a trace, and the entire battle group had no heads.

This is not the worst. The worst thing is that a large number of sharks were attracted to them, playing with their prey like hunting under the water, biting their thighs, and taking them quickly across the sea, leaving a dark red bloody path.

Charles successfully obtained command of a warship. When he boarded the warship, the deck was filled with soldiers with low morale. He used to describe them as a bit overestimating. These people were so numb that they were too lazy to move. Even if their comrades were bitten by sharks, they had no response.

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

The soulless person can easily obey authority, and the first soldier who stood up quickly stood around him.

Several fast-responsive soldiers quickly moved boxes of muskets from the warehouse. These unopened muskets emitted a smell of grease, well-made, but meaningless because their enemies could hit them outside their range.

But these weapons can at least help their comrades relieve their pain.

"Rise the gun!" Charles waved his command knife, his eyes red: "Don't close your eyes, look at your comrades and send them the last journey!"

The sharks on the sea below have begun to attack lifeboats in groups. This powerful marine creature specialized in the far south is smaller than three meters long. The larger ones can grow to more than five meters. They will not attack humans on weekdays. However, recently, the coastal areas in the far south are polluted by chaos, and their difficulty in foraging has increased exponentially.

These crazy sharks were in groups of three or five, and they could overturn a lifeboat with one charge and eat up all the survivors inside.

"Fire!" Charles waved his command knife vigorously. The fierce gunshot also alerted the other surviving ships. They began to consciously stop the sharks, and lined up in a circle to protect the lifeboats in the middle, and finally drove the group of sharks away.

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

In three hours, seven more of the fifteen injured warships sank due to their severe injuries.

The members of these ships were quite lucky. They had enough time to take off their excess armor and weapons. Even the people who had not boarded the lifeboat caught a few pieces of wood and jumped into the sea, following the waves.

Thirty-five warships, three thousand well-trained soldiers, including sailors and officers of each ship, there were nearly four thousand people.

Now there are only fourteen warships, dozens of lifeboats, and fragments spread throughout the sea. This is all the remaining possessions of the Wanderers' Group.

Charles estimated that the entire Wanderer Group would not have more than one thousand survivors, and almost all the supplies were lost, and more than half of the warships could not sail at full speed.

What's even more stunning is that in order to get a chance to survive, more than one survivor fought against each other in the chaos before. In fact, the artillery captain who was on the same ship as Charles had also survived successfully and has now obtained the command of a warship.

There are also many ships who refuse to rescue the fallen water in the chaos. Those fallen water were not all drowned. The only reason why the Wanderers' battle group did not fall apart is that most people don't know where they are going next and what they are going to do. After all, this is the sea rather than land.

At this time, Charles was gathering with a few surviving captains for a meeting. They gathered on an intact battleship, and all the surviving captains were also held together.

Fourteen ships, nineteen captains, and five mercenary leaders.

"Take us home. We won't accept the employment this time. This battle cannot be fought!" A musket captain said first: "At worst, we can refund the money!"

This is an idiot who comes in by nepotism. Charles knew from the beginning of his entry into the Wanderers' War, but he didn't expect that the other party would be so idiot.

"We don't have enough supplies to return to Far South, and there is not enough 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 your own boat."

Now no one will give him face, because his backer in the Wanderer Group has already sunk to the sea of ​​corpses with the fire.

The Musketeer Captain obviously understood his situation, closed his mouth tightly, and said nothing.

"Say something meaningful gentlemen, the warship was coming from Gothrem City, and the direction we left was also there, and our destination was Gothrem City." A captain knocked on the table: "So where should we go next? Should we still venture to Gothrem City as planned, or do he think about it?"

"I don't agree to the adventure. The warship has enough power to wipe out us. It may be because of insufficient ammunition. We will not be so lucky to encounter it next time." Another captain shook his head and raised his objection: "We must go to other cities, which are likely to have fallen into the hands of the Cyris."

"No, we have insufficient supplies. Several ships were hit by the supplies cabin before, and several ships had just thrown away some of the supplies in order to save more people." The mercenary in charge of logistics shook his head: "We have food for up to three days. I don't know how far away the city of Gothrem is, but I know that it is the city closest to us."

"He is right. Our speed is only one-third of the previous one. Many ships need maintenance and a storm can ruin us all." A captain raised an objection: "I agree to go to Gothrem as planned."
Chapter completed!