On the rolling sea, a container ship that had crossed the ocean was cutting through the waves toward Fries Port with Arman's fleet.
They were only twenty kilometers from the Baiyue Strait!
Then, the ever-changing weather abruptly went from clear skies to a raging storm.
Boom—!
Lightning flashed above the black clouds, silver snakes slithering through gaps in the cloud cover.
Wave after wave battered the hull, making the towering steel body groan under the strain.
Meanwhile, the containers being hauled by the freighter were an utter mess.
Even the slightest sway of the ship was amplified several times over once it reached the containers.
At that moment, each container's space of less than eighteen square meters had somehow been crammed with half of a hundred-man unit.
The Velander soldiers inside sat shoulder to shoulder, knees pressed against their feet, rifles and packs clutched to their chests.
As for waste, they could only use a small bucket and dump it outside while it rained.
However, there was no room at all to move around inside the containers, making that impossible in practice. Quite a few men simply relieved themselves in their pants.
And that was not even the worst part.
The violent rocking had made many of them seasick, and they had vomited nonstop the whole way.
In that respect, the Velanders were truly ruthless.
Almost no one could last one or two weeks in a container full of the stench of piss, shit, and vomit.
Yet they had gritted their teeth and endured what ordinary people could never bear.
Even so, these hardened men were close to their mental limits.
Some had already become delirious, while those still conscious either cursed or prayed.
"Damn it! If I make it back alive, I'm definitely going to beat the bastard who