A Precarious Situation, a Lie

In a war, any act of underestimating the enemy will come at an extremely heavy price.

Lu Yongyi clearly understood this point from beginning to end.

But other raft warriors, sandboat captains, and even a few captains of large ships, only today have learned from their successive deaths.

How many people died?

Sitting on the Tundra, whose deck was now stained red with blood, and looking at the alien corpses around him, Lu Yongyi clutched the still-bleeding wound on his shoulder, his eyes sharp.

At that moment, he thought of his old friend Qiu Xinghuo.

He even wondered if Xinghuo were alive now, the fleet would never have encountered this predicament.

"Land, our casualty rate exceeds 50%."

"The data... the data is still being compiled."

"There are still 7 large ships, 18 small ships, and 22 wooden rafts Raft Ferry!"

Zhang Long, who was slumped on the ground beside him, also had bloody cuts on his body, and there was a horrifying bloody hole on his leg.

If it weren't for using certain game items to stop the bleeding from these wounds...

Given his current injuries, let alone statistics, even speaking a single sentence would be half his life-threatening.

The numbers that came out of his mouth were also shocking!

A casualty rate of over 50% means that of the 400,000 men in the Tundra Fleet, more than 200,000 perished in this battle alone.

Furthermore, of the large ships that had previously numbered more than 15, half were sunk in this battle.

Small boats fared even worse, with nearly 40 lost in the war, setting an unprecedented record for losses.

As for the Raft Ferry, since the alien races' initial all-out attack was not aimed at them, they were the ones who survived the most in this battle.

How much ammunition do we have left?

Previously, Lu Yongyi was most secretive about the ammunition issue, keeping it a secret from everyone.

At that moment, he seemed to have figured something out and directly asked the guard behind him a question.

Unfortunately, the voice that would usually respond immediately did not ring out.

His question went unanswered today.

Lu Yongyi turned his head, and the next second, he closed his eyes in pain.

He didn't cry when he was slashed twice by the alien race, he didn't cry when the alien race stabbed a hole in his shoulder, and he didn't cry when not a single patch of his skin was intact.

But for some reason, at this moment, two invisible tears streamed down his face, which was covered in blood and grayish-black hues, carrying away some of the dust.

Behind him stood a man.

A man whose body was covered in cracks, as if he had been bathed in blood.

Even in death, he used the hilt of his knife to prop up his body.

Even in death, he stared fiercely ahead with wide-open, angry eyes.

He died without saving a final bullet to end his suffering.

He bled alive and died in excruciating pain.

Sensing Lu Yongyi's profound grief, all the survivors on the deck remained silent.

Sitting on the deck, which reeked of gunpowder, everyone was a "lonely" beast.

They roared and licked their "wounds".

Like soldiers on Earth who develop PTSD after participating in wars, they were "losers" in this battle.

However, there are always exceptions.

Suddenly, a series of crisp sounds rang out from behind Lu Yongyi.

"We've run out of machine gun ammunition, but we have 1,800 rounds left for rifles and 9,300 rounds left for pistols."

"There were fourteen Explosive Pack: four weighing 3 kg, two weighing 5 kg, one weighing 10 kg, and the remaining seven weighing 1 kg each."

"We have 6,200 crossbow bolts, 3,910 bows and arrows, 300 spears, 120 swords, and 220 long spears!"

"We have 322 people!"

Compared to the crackling sound of burning wood and the screams from below the boat, this sound was like a spring of life, instantly quenching the thirst of everyone's parched hearts.

The next second, everyone whose injuries were still strong enough to support their bodies turned around in astonishment to look at the source of the sound.

In their line of sight, the Main Deck entrance, which had been blocked by collapsed timber, was suddenly lifted up.

At first, one arm propped up a small gap, but then more than ten arms emerged from the gap and pushed it up.

Then, five spears appeared at the gap.

Using the lever principle, the wooden mast pressing against the entrance is pried open very slowly.

But as time slowly passed, little by little, the log was eventually pried open and rolled away, revealing a gap large enough for one person to pass through.

From this opening, a face that looked young, but whose features were full of determination, rose up.

Her steps were firm, and she held a Steel Blade that didn't match the shape of her face. Despite the extremely pungent smell outside, she walked out as if she didn't smell it at all.

Then, familiar figures emerged from behind her.

In less than a minute, the "desolate" deck was transformed into a second spring!

All the crew members who had been unable to get out of the ship immediately due to the sudden outbreak of battle came up from the cabin with their weapons at this moment when the fleet was facing life and death.

Regardless of the fear still lingering on their faces, and regardless of the terror in their eyes.

At this moment, they are able to stand here.

That's enough! "Good! Good! Good!"

He said "Good!" three times in succession, his voice trembling with sobs, as Lu Yongyi shouted with grief.

"I hereby announce the establishment of the Tundra Emergency Disaster Evacuation Team, with Kong Yangyu as the first captain and Yang Chan and Dang Qi vice captains!"

"Captain Kong Yangyu led the first squad to the other ships to search for the remaining survivors, restore our communication with the raft team, and reorganize our defenses!"

"Deputy Captain Yang Chan led the second squad, sparing no effort to treat all the wounded!"

"Vice Captain Dang Qi led the third squad to the hull with materials to repair the damage to our ship. No matter what, the Tundra must not sink!"

"Promise!"

Watching the three hundred people orderly divide into three teams and begin to perform their respective duties.

Lu Yongyi did not stubbornly refuse the rescue team's decision to treat him first.

He glanced at the time; it was already 6:08 PM.

There were only about six hours left before the arrival of the "strongest" reinforcements in the wasteland! He knew that as long as he didn't fall, the fleet still had hope and could wait for the arrival of real reinforcements.

But what he really wanted to know was, at this point in the fleet's all-or-nothing struggle, which of those bastards would dare to come up and perish with the humans? "Brothers, are there any survivors? Speak up, we're coming to save you!"

"I'm here. There are still over a hundred people on our boat. We're stuck. Please help us!"

"Be careful, wait for us!"

Each large ship typically carries over five hundred people, and even if it sinks, thanks to its well-designed internal structure, several hundred people still survive.

Within half an hour, through coordinated efforts from both inside and outside, the number of Search and Rescue Team members increased to a full 1,500.

With more people involved, the efficiency of the search and rescue operation improved somewhat.

Before the next tsunami hit, all the large ships and half of the small ships were finally rescued.

As for the rest, no one gave up. While preparing defensive measures to fight the tsunami, they continued to vigorously hammer into the gaps in the hull.

During this process, the raft warriors were not idle either. They gathered the treasure chests that had fallen into the sea to strengthen their forces, while also compiling statistics from the previous battle.

The Tundra Fleet, which previously numbered as many as 398,000, now has only 167,000 left, with a total of 231,000 being wiped out in the last battle.

Converted to percentages, the fleet's casualty rate this time reached 57%!

At 6 PM in the wasteland, with an average casualty rate of 21.3%, this casualty rate was alarming enough and enough to drive anyone in the know to despair.

Fortunately, compared to such an exaggerated casualty rate, the alien races attacking the Tundra Fleet also suffered heavy losses.

In this battle, they lost a total of 60,000 aliens! They had secretly gathered 100,000, but after this battle, the alien casualty rate was even more terrifying than that of humans, reaching more than 60%.

This number caused them pain.

This slight pain provides humans with a considerable amount of rest.

At least for the time being, humanity can still use the hour and a half before the tsunami strikes to quickly organize the construction of a defensive perimeter.

"Who sent you?"

"Yingtian! Ah!"

It was 7:42 PM in the wasteland, eighteen minutes before the tsunami arrived.

All the wounded on the Tundra have been treated. Thanks to the use of some magical drugs from the game, the humans who were on the verge of death have "come back to life."

The area below deck is in complete disarray, and there is currently no time to tidy it up and repair it.

So during the time when everyone on the ship had to stay on the Main Deck, everyone could witness this bloody interrogation scene.

The spy's hand was cut off, and blood gushed out.

"I'm asking you, who sent you!"

"Old Dog Ying sent me. He has completely surrendered to the alien race and is now mingling in their ranks!"

"How many of you are there...?"

"Three hundred and twenty-five people!"

"Why did you come here to attack the Tundra?!"

"Because... Old Dog reached an agreement with the alien race. He helped the alien race to break through the Tundra Fleet, and the alien race gave them... gave them the Tundra, including everyone on board!"

In the question-and-answer session, the man whose hand had been chopped off behaved as obediently as a chicken, not daring to make any rash moves.

From how Ying Tianlong and others colluded with the alien races, and how they devised strategies for them.

The man described every single detail in great detail, clearly indicating that he was also a "general" within the organization.

"Threw it away?"

"Throw it away!"

After a while, seeing that the man was starting to lose consciousness due to the continuous bleeding, two soldiers stepped forward and threw him overboard from the bow of the ship.

Killing this kind of person is dirty-handed!

His final resting place should be underwater, to be eternally accompanied by the 230,000 wronged souls who died!

"Prepare for battle! There are only four hours left until midnight. The alien race has only 40,000 men left, while we still have 170,000. Even if we have to fight to the death, we cannot lose!"

"If we can hold out for these four hours, we can hold out until reinforcements arrive, and then we won't have to fight anymore."

"Zhang Long, Liu Neng, you two each lead 20,000 men, the rest of you each lead 10,000, and I'll lead the rest!"

"We must withstand two more waves, no matter what!"

Seeing the wry smiles on the faces of the people below, Lu Yongyi remained silent, nodded, and turned to walk into the temporary command room that had been set up on the deck behind him.

He lied.

Everyone on deck who received the order knew he had lied.

However, in the captains' minds, the lie they believed was that the so-called reinforcements Lu Suo mentioned were completely fictitious, and that he had only told this white lie to give everyone something to look forward to.

However, at such moments, they are willing to listen, not to argue.

They knew they really needed this lie.

But what they didn't expect was that the real lie was the canvas hanging on the wall of the temporary command room.

The canvas was filled with numerous red dots rapidly appearing at its edges, converging towards the central red cloud at an alarming speed!

This chapter title is really a bit ominous! (Sweating soybeans)