Wounded personnel lay everywhere, wailing and screaming.
Behind the World Government lines, the wounded soldiers' camps were scenes of human misery.
There were injuries of every kind.
Under these circumstances, the medics in the rear prioritized those with lighter wounds who could return to the battlefield quickly.
Those with severe injuries had to be abandoned in most cases.
The scale of this war was immense, and there were nowhere near enough medics.
Disaster was everywhere on the seas, even on the Grand Line, where the Golden Sea lay.
The only places that could be called peaceful were the New World and the southern waters of the North Blue.
The New World was quieter than ever. Most of its pirates had left.
Even if some pirates crossed the North Blue Navy's defensive line and reached the southern waters, the North Blue Navy and the Dark Sun Order could detect them immediately through their intelligence networks.
They could then contact powerful fighters across the region to drive the pirates out or surround and destroy them.
Pirates ran rampant in this era. More and more people joined their ranks, spreading the disaster further.
Whether they had started out trying to survive or for some other reason, once they had done certain things, there was no turning back.
Perhaps when the disaster ended, they would take their riches and retire.
But the pain they had caused could never be erased.
Aware of the terrible toll this disaster was taking, many powerful fighters unaffiliated with the warring sides knew the war had to end as soon as possible. They had traveled a great distance to get here.
The Golden Sea War had begun less than a month ago.
The longer it lasted, the more unimaginable the suffering it would bring to the seas.
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