Upon hearing the order, the mercenaries left on the ship all changed expression.
They knew what a death squad meant, and they were well aware of the danger they would face. But what they had imagined was charging to the front lines in battle.
Kitsuchi's order was clearly treating them as cannon fodder to test the traps.
Dying on the battlefield and dying in a trap were two entirely different things.
The mercenaries immediately began to cause a commotion, but just as their voices rose, the cannon barrels on the warship opposite turned toward them. The samurai drew their blades one after another, and even the mercenaries on that ship—who should have been on the same side—pulled out their weapons as well—
Because if the others did not go, it would be their turn instead.
Kitsuchi's voice came through the broadcast. "After the scouting mission is complete, the survivors' bounty will be doubled."
Under the deterrence of money and force, the mercenaries had no choice but to compromise.
The ship Lin Qing was on slowly sailed into the fog, maintaining contact with the rear through the radio.
The fog grew thicker and thicker, reducing visibility to less than twenty meters.
Standing at the bow, Lin Qing stretched out his hand. Fog curled around his fingers, with faint streaks of golden light flickering within it.
He looked toward the sky. The fog, glowing with a subtle golden radiance, was like a vast net draped over the sky and sea, cutting off the inside from the outside.
"Almost done."
"This way, no information will be able to get out."
Whoosh—
A filthy shoe was thrown at Lin Qing. Just as it was about to hit him, it exploded with a bang and was swept by the sea breeze deep into the fog.