Chapter 407 Desperate Situation, Lies

In a war, any act of underestimating the enemy will be met with an extremely tragic price.

Lu Yongyi clearly recognized this from beginning to end.

But others

The raft warriors, the captains of the sand boats, and even several captains of large ships, have not learned from the successive deaths until today.

"How many people died"

Sitting on the Tundra, whose decks were already stained with blood and dyed red, looking at the bodies of the aliens around him, Lu Yongyi covered the bleeding wound on his shoulder with sharp eyes.

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

He even thought in his mind that if Xinghuo was alive now, the fleet would not have encountered today's predicament at all.

"Lu, our combat loss rate exceeds 50%"

"The data is still being counted"

"There are still 7 large ships, 18 small boats, and 22 rafts!"

Zhang Long, who was slumped on the ground beside him, also had bloody wounds on his body, and there was an extremely terrifying blood hole on his leg.

If it weren't for the use of some game props to stop the bleeding of these wounds.

Just his current injuries, let alone statistics, even saying a word would cost him half his life.

And the numbers that came out of his mouth were also shocking!

The war loss rate of more than 50% means that the 400,000 people in the Tundra Fleet before, more than 200,000 people fell forever in this sea area in this battle alone.

Moreover, half of the large ships that had been maintained at more than 15 before were sunk in this battle.

The small boats were even more pitiful, with nearly 40 ships falling in one battle, setting an unprecedented war loss.

As for the raft ferry, because the target of the aliens' initial general attack was not on them, this battle actually saved the most of their numbers.

"How much ammunition do we have left?"

Before, Lu Yongyi was most shy about the ammunition issue that he didn't let everyone know.

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

But unfortunately, the voice that would have responded immediately in the past did not sound.

Today, his question was not answered.

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 aliens, he didn't cry when he was stabbed in the shoulder by the aliens, and he didn't cry when there was no intact skin on his body.

But for some reason, at this moment, two invisible tears flowed down his gray and black face mixed with blood, taking away some floating dust.

Behind him, there was a man.

A man with cracks all over his body, as if he was bathed in blood.

He died, and he also used the handle of the knife to support his body.

He died, and he also looked forward with his eyes wide open and vicious.

He died, and he was unwilling to leave himself the last bullet to end the pain.

He bled alive, and died of pain alive.

Sensing Lu Yongyi's sadness from the inside out, all the survivors on the deck did not make a sound.

Sitting on the deck smelling of gunpowder, everyone is a "lonely" beast.

They roared in their mouths and licked their "wounds".

Like those soldiers on Earth who would go into PTSD after participating in a war, they were the "losers" in this battle.

However, there are always exceptions.

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

"We have run out of machine gun bullets, but we still have 1,800 rounds for rifles and 9,300 rounds for pistols."

"There are fourteen explosive packs, four of 3kg, two of 5kg, and one of 10kg. The remaining seven are all 1kg."

"We have 6,200 crossbows, 3,910 bows, 300 spears, 120 knives, and 220 long guns!"

"We have 322 people!"

Compared with the crackling sound of burning wood and the screams under the boat, this sound was like a living spring, instantly irrigating everyone's dry hearts.

The next second, anyone whose injuries were still strong enough to support their bodies turned their heads in astonishment to look at the place where the sound came from.

In their sight

The entrance to the main deck, which had been pressed by the collapsed wood, was suddenly lifted up.

At first, an arm propped up a little gap, but then more than ten arms spread out from the gap and pushed it up.

Then, five spears appeared at the gap.

Using the principle of leverage, the wooden mast pressing at the entrance was pried very slowly.

But as time passed slowly, after accumulating little by little, the wood was finally pried open and rolled away, revealing a gap below that was large enough for one person to pass.

From this gap, a face that looked young but full of toughness rose up.

She walked firmly, holding a steel knife that didn't match her face shape. Although the smell outside was extremely pungent, she still walked out as if she didn't smell it.

Then, from behind her, familiar figures walked out.

In just less than a minute, the "barren" deck had a second spring!

All the crew members who were unable to rush out in the first place because of the sudden outbreak of the battle came out of the cabin with weapons at this moment when the fleet was about to die.

Regardless of the fear on their faces and the fear in their eyes.

At this moment, they can stand here.

Enough!

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times, mixed with some crying, and Lu Yongyi shouted loudly with grief.

"I announce that the Tundra emergency disaster relief team is established, the first captain Kong Yangyu, deputy captain Yang Chan, Dang Qi!"

"Captain Kong Yangyu leads the first team to other ships, search and rescue the remaining survivors, restore our contact with the raft team, and reorganize our defense line!"

"Deputy Captain Yang Chan leads the second team, at all costs, to treat all the wounded!"

"Deputy Captain Dang Qi leads the third team, with materials to the bottom of the ship, to repair the damage to our ship, no matter what, the Tundra cannot sink!"

"Yes!"

Watching the three hundred people orderly divided into three teams, they began to perform their duties.

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

He glanced at the time, it was already 6:08 in the afternoon.

There were only about six hours left before the arrival of the "strongest" reinforcements in the wasteland!

He knew that before he fell, the fleet still had hope and could wait for the arrival of real reinforcements.

But he wanted to know more, at this moment when the fleet was at the brink of a "fight to the death", what kind of alien races dared to come up and perish with humans!

"Brothers, are there any brothers still alive? Squeak, we are here to save you!"

"I'm here, there are more than a hundred people in our ship, we are stuck, help us!"

"Be careful, wait for us to come!"

Each large ship basically carries more than 500 people. Even if it sinks, there are still a few hundred people surviving because of the good internal structure.

Within half an hour, through internal and external cooperation, the number of search and rescue teams increased, reaching a full 1,500 people.

As the number of people increased, the efficiency of search and rescue also increased.

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

As for the rest, everyone did not give up. While preparing defensive measures to fight the tsunami, they continued to hit the gaps in the hull vigorously.

During this process, the raft warriors were not idle. While they collected the treasure chests that fell on the sea to strengthen their strength, they also counted the data of the previous battle.

The tundra fleet, which had a number of 80,000 people before, now has only 70,000 people left, and a full 10,000 people were directly killed in the previous battle.

Converted into a percentage, the death rate of the fleet this time reached

57%!

At 6 pm in the wasteland, with an average loss rate of 3%, this loss is scary enough and enough to make those who know it despair.

But fortunately, compared with such an exaggerated death rate, the aliens attacking the tundra fleet also suffered heavy casualties.

In this battle, they lost 60,000 aliens!

The number that was secretly gathered was 100,000. After this battle, the death rate of the aliens was even more terrifying than that of humans, reaching more than 60%.

This number made them feel pain.

This pain brought a lot of rest time for humans.

At least in this period of time, humans can use the one and a half hours before the tsunami is about to come to quickly organize the construction of a defense circle.

"Who sent you?"

"Yingtian!"

It was 7:42 in the wasteland time, and there were still 18 minutes before the tsunami came.

The wounded on the Tundra had been treated. Because of the use of some magical drugs in the game, the humans who were still on the verge of death were "alive" again.

The deck below was in a mess, and there was no time to reorganize and repair it.

So everyone on the ship could only stay on the main deck during this time, and everyone could see this bloody interrogation scene.

One of the spy's hands was chopped off, and blood spurted out.

"I ask you, who sent you here!"

"Ying Laogou, Ying Laogou sent me here. He has completely surrendered to the aliens and is now mixed in the alien team!"

"How many people are there?"

"Three hundred and twenty-five people!"

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

"Because Ying Laogou reached an agreement with the aliens, he helped the aliens to break through the Tundra fleet, and the aliens gave them the Tundra, including everyone on the Tundra!"

After one question and one answer, the man whose hand was cut off was as obedient as a chicken and did not dare to make any rash moves.

From how Ying Tianlong and others colluded with the aliens and how they planned for the aliens.

The man described every detail in great detail, with many details. Obviously, he was also a "general" in the organization.

"Throw it away?"

"Throw it away!"

After a while, seeing that the man had begun to faint due to the continuous bleeding, two soldiers stepped forward and threw him directly from the bow.

Killing such a person

Dirty hands!

His fate should be to go underwater and live forever with the 230,000 dead souls!

"Get ready to fight. There are only four hours left before the clock turns. There are only 40,000 aliens left. We still have 170,000. We can't lose even if we have to use our lives!"

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

"Zhang Long, Liu Neng, you two each take 20,000 people, and the others each take 10,000 people. I'll take the rest!"

"Fight two more waves. No matter what, we have to fight two more waves!"

Seeing the wry smiles on the faces of the people below, Lu Yongyi was speechless. He nodded and turned around and walked into the makeshift command room behind him on the deck.

He said panicked.

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

However, in the minds of the captains, what they think is a lie is:

The so-called reinforcements that Lu Suo said were completely false. He only told this white lie to give everyone a head start.

However, at this moment, they are willing to listen, but they are not willing to refute.

They know they really need this lie.

But what they didn't expect was that the real lie was

The drawing board hanging on the wall of the temporary command room.

Many red dots are quickly appearing on the edge, and at a crazy speed, they are gathering towards the red cloud in the center.

Drawing board!

The name of this chapter is indeed a bit unlucky! (sweat soybeans)