The main forces launched attacks in every direction, and the Underworld Moon began a fierce assault in one direction as well!
Surrounded like this, they naturally could not deal with all three fronts at once. They had to focus on one route, pursue it relentlessly, and beat it to death!
By mixing themselves in with the enemy, they could also make the other two fronts hesitate. If those two fronts truly attacked without distinguishing friend from foe, the Pirates would lose their heads and might even start fighting among themselves.
The war officially began. The Underworld Moon charged at full speed into the Pirates attacking from the left, using its speed and massive size to ram over a pirate ship on the spot.
With the distance closed, the cruelty of war immediately revealed itself. The first two wars had been fine, as the Divine Eye Pirates had held an absolute advantage. Now that all the main forces had deployed and Carlos had not personally taken action, the elite West Blue Mafia forces began suffering noticeable casualties against the wolf-pack-like siege. After all, blades and bullets had no eyes.
Carlos did not care about this. As captain, he had already done all he could for them. The first two times, he had given them easy victories to let them adapt to combat at sea, so the total casualties in both battles had been very small.
This time, however, it was real. These elites might have counted as elites in the West Sea, but they fell far short in the New World. They needed to be tempered through blood and fire before they could become elite forces of the New World.
Simply put, those who kept surviving were the elites. He had enough troops in the West Sea. If some were expended,