One night passed, and the time came to July 26th.
At 8 a.m., the captains of the troop ship received a report from the accompanying military doctor:
The soldiers' diarrhea showed no signs of getting better, but became more serious.
The captains quickly went to the cabin to investigate and found that many soldiers had only mild diarrhea last night. By this morning, they had turned into "dehydrated vegetables", with weak limbs, pale faces, and curled up like skinny shrimps.
Moreover, the scope of diarrhea is also expanding. As of this time, one-third of the soldiers are huddled in various corners of the cabin, and some are even unconscious!
The captains knew that the matter had become serious and originally wanted to report to Archon Black, but Black was still not found.
In desperation, they organized spontaneously and gathered on the leading troop carrier "Dreadnaught" to hold a meeting to discuss the matter.
In addition to the captains of the six troop carriers, the meeting was also attended by the chief chaplain of the Marine Corps, Ben Seaver.
The six captains were all on equal terms, so he launched Captain Hunter of the "Intrepid" to preside over the meeting.
Captain Hunter did not refuse. After everyone arrived, he immediately asked:
"Does anyone know where Commander Black is?"
The captains shook their heads.
One captain said: "I remember that Commander Black went to the main ship of the Southern Navy yesterday, but I just went there and asked, and they didn't know where the commander was."
Captain Hunter sighed: "Alas! Such a big thing happened, and the commander disappeared again. We have no way to contact the Southern Navy through the commander. So this big thing can only depend on us."
The other captains nodded.
Captain Hunter continued: "Now let me count the number of people with diarrhea on each ship. No need to give specific numbers, just give an estimate. Let me start with, there are 369 people on the Dauntless, and there are probably less than 200 soldiers with diarrhea.
people."
Other captains also replied:
"There are 345 people on board the Valiant, and there are about 150 patients."
"There were 323 people on board the Patriot, and about 150 people were poisoned."
"'Surprise'..."
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The captains each told the situation on the ship.
The results obtained were shocking. Nearly 1,200 of the 2,000 Marines had diarrhea, and as many as 700 had severe diarrhea. It can be said that 1/3 of the soldiers have lost their combat effectiveness!
Coupled with the fact that the diarrhea is gradually getting worse, by the time they land on Wind Chime Beach in the afternoon, about half of the army will have lost their combat effectiveness.
The faces of all the captains became extremely ugly.
Captain Hunter asked the chief chaplain of the Marine Corps: "Dear Lord Seaver, do you know the cause of this diarrhea?"
Ben Silver shook his head: "I don't know very well. Generally speaking, the cause of diarrhea is unclean food. But with such a large-scale diarrhea, I think it is very likely that the devil is at work secretly."
"The devil is at work?"
The captains began to panic: "Lord Sifu, can you cure these soldiers?"
"I can't guarantee it, I can only try my best." Ben Silver crossed himself on his chest.
"Okay then, I'll leave the wounded to you." After hearing Ben Silver's solemn assurance, the captains' faces improved a lot.
Captain Hunter also said: "Then it's settled! When everyone goes back, we will cooperate with Lord Silver to treat the wounded, and let the first mate go find Lord Black. Act quickly!"
"No problem." The captains replied one after another.
Then they each returned to their respective ships, treated the wounded as promised, and at the same time looked for the fleet commander, Blake Iris.
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Three hours passed, 11:00 am.
Ben Silver's treatment of the wounded did not have any effect, but the soft holy light made the wounded feel better, that's all.
In three hours, he only treated a single number of wounded.
As for the first officers, they searched almost all six troop transport ships, and also made several trips to the Southern Fleet ships, but could not find Commander Blake.
The first officers even suspected that the commander had slipped and fallen into the water, and then a sky-level shark happened to pass by...
Otherwise, there is no way to explain the sudden disappearance of a golden peak commander.
Finally, there is the situation of the wounded with diarrhea. The soldiers' diarrhea situation has not improved. Now about half of the army has completely lost their combat effectiveness. They will definitely not be able to recover when they land in the afternoon.
So the six captains gathered on the "Intrepid" again and started another meeting.
Only this time, the captains' faces were much uglier than before.
In the conference room of the "Intrepid", Captain Hunter asked other captains: "Commander Black hasn't been found yet?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"Alas!" Captain Hunter sighed again: "Isn't he really missing?"
One of the captains sitting in the seat wearing an eye patch said:
"We can't wait any longer! We must now send a representative to tell the commander of the Southern Fleet about the situation here and let him make overall arrangements. It is best to allow us to stop the ship and suspend the landing."
Captain Hunter curled his lips and said, "You think I don't want to? I went to the main ship of the Southern Navy two hours ago, but no one paid attention to me."
"How could it be?" the captains asked one after another.
Captain Hunter shrugged: "The commander of the Southern Navy doesn't care at all and is still sleeping.
The person in charge is said to be the chief of staff of the fleet, but their chief of staff also disappeared inexplicably, so their senior officials have no idea about our situation."
One of the captains suddenly panicked: "Then what should we do? Should we order the ship to stop ourselves?"
"Are you crazy?" Captain Hunter stepped forward and hit the captain on the head with the parchment:
"Do you know that you are violating military orders? If we order the ship to stop and affect the entire campaign, we will all go to military court and be imprisoned for life!"
"Then what should we do?" the captain asked.
"We can only land according to the original plan." Captain Hunter said helplessly: "After we get ashore, we can rescue the wounded."
"That's all." The other captains replied.
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Another hour passed, 12:00 noon.
Troopship Commander Blake Iris straightened out his messy clothes before walking out of Southern Fleet Commander Cameron Shancha's room.
Looking back on the craziness last night, it was truly an unforgettable night!
Blake looked at the sun. It was now at its highest position, and it was obviously noon.
He was suddenly surprised. He didn't expect it to be so late!
The troop transport ship will land at one o'clock this afternoon. I don't know how prepared the six captains are.
Chapter completed!