Anrield immediately understood what Ronglin meant. He would still lead the attack on the Lodun Islands, but those who fought halfheartedly were no longer qualified to remain under Ronglin's command. If they could be used to wear down the Lodun Islands' strength, then use them all up. If they died, there was no need to feel sorry for them.
"One more thing." Ronglin continued speaking. Anrield hurriedly tilted his head over and heard Ronglin whisper in his ear, "Although I don't particularly like you, it would be best if you tried not to die. Otherwise, all the trust I gave you would have been wasted!"
Those words made Anrield shudder. Ronglin had always seemed approachable to him, yet cold at heart. Even gaining a little of his trust had been difficult. But from those words today, Anrield finally realized that Ronglin had always been giving him chances. Instead, he had continually let Ronglin down, never once completing the tasks Ronglin had assigned him.
Anrield's eyes suddenly sharpened, as though his fighting spirit had been ignited. He nodded fiercely at Ronglin. "Captain! Don't worry. This time, even if I'm the only one left, I will never retreat unless I take that island!"
Ronglin nodded, then gestured for Anrield to take the prisoners down and make the necessary preparations.
Bilida and Hawkins of the Second Fleet also departed one after another, beginning their preparations to support the battle at any moment.
Ronglin returned to his small ship with Burgess, then slowly pressed toward the Lodun Islands once again.
After Anrield returned to the fleet this time, he held only a brief meeting. He noted down all the captain-level figures who had fought halfheartedly before and assigned them to the relevant formations. The prisoners were deliberately mixed into the various ships as well.