Impasse, Lies

Anyone who underestimated the enemy would suffer an extremely tragic price in a war.

Lu Yongyi knew this clearly from the beginning.

However, the others…

The raft warriors, captains of the sand ships, and even the captains of a few large ships only learned this lesson after suffering multiple casualties today.

"How many people have died…"

Sitting on the deck of Tundra One, which had been smeared red with blood, Lu Yongyi clutched the bleeding wound on his shoulder; his eyes remained sharp while looking at the corpses of foreign races all around him.

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

He even wondered if the fleet would have encountered today's dilemma at all, had Xinghuo still been alive.

"Shelter Leader Lu, our… battle casualties… are over 50%..."

"Data… The data is still being calculated…"

"There are still 7 large ships, 18 small ships, and 22 more… raft ferries!"