In a war, any act that underestimates the enemy will be extremely tragic.

Lu Yongyi clearly understood this from beginning to end.

But others

The raft warrior, the captain of the sand boat, and even the captain of the big boat, has not been learned from the successive deaths until today.

"How many people died"

Sitting on the Tundra, which had been covered with blood, looked at the alien corpses around him, Lu Yongyi covered the bleeding wound on his shoulders, with sharp eyes.

At this moment, he remembered his old friend Qiu Xinghuo.

He even thought in his mind whether Spark is alive now, and the fleet will not encounter the dilemma of today.

"Lu Suo, our battle loss rate is more than 50%"

"Data.Data is still under statistics."

"There are 7 big ships, 18 small boats, and twenty-two rafts and ferries!"

Zhang Long, who was slumped on the ground, also had bloody mouths on his body, and there was an extremely terrifying blood hole on his legs.

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

His current injuries alone, let alone statistics, would have to save half of his life even if he said something.

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

The battle loss rate of more than 50% means that the tundra fleet had 400,000 people. In this battle alone, more than 200,000 people would fall into this sea area forever.

Moreover, the large ships that had been maintained at more than 15 ships were sunk halfway through this battle.

The boat was even more pitiful. Nearly 40 ships fell in one battle, setting an unprecedented battle loss.

As for the raft ferry, because the target of the alien race's general attack was not on them at the beginning, but in this battle, they were the most preserved.

“How much ammunition is there in our place”

Before, Lu Yongyi was the most taboo issue and did not let everyone know about the ammunition issue.

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

But unfortunately, the sound that would have replied 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 after being cut twice by the alien race, but he didn't cry when he was stabbed in the shoulder by the alien race, and he didn't cry without a complete skin.

But for some reason, at this moment, two invisible tears were flowing down his face, which was covered in blood, and took away some of the ash.

Behind him, there was a man.

A man with a body covered with cracks and his body seemed to be bathed in blood.

He died and supported his body with a knife.

He died, and he looked ahead with a fierce look.

He died, and he was not willing to leave his last bullet to end the pain.

He bleeded alive and suffered a lot of pain.

Feeling Lu Yongyi's sadness from the inside out, all the survivors on the deck did not speak out.

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

They roared in their mouths and licked the "wounds" on their bodies.

Like those soldiers on Earth who will participate in the war, they are the "losers" in this battle.

But there are always exceptions in things.

Suddenly, crisp sounds sounded from behind Lu Yongyi.

"Our machine gun bullets are finished, there are still 1,800 rifles and 9,300 pistols."

"There are fourteen explosives, four of 3kg, two of 5kg, and one of 10kg, and the remaining seven are 1kg."

"We have 6,200 crossbow arrows, 3,910 bow arrows, and spears. We have 300 swords, and 120 spears, and 220 spears!"

"We have 322 people!"

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

The next second, anyone whose injuries were enough to support his body turned around in shock and looked at the place where the sound was heard.

In their sight.

The entrance to the main deck, which had been crushed by the collapse of wood, was suddenly lifted up.

At first, one arm supported a little gap, but then more than a dozen arms spread out from the gap and pushed it up.

Then, five spears appeared at the gap.

Using the lever principle, the wooden mast pressed at the entrance is pried very slowly.

But as time passed slowly and the amount accumulated, the wood was slowly pried open and rolled into the distance, revealing a gap below that was enough for one person to pass through.

From this gap, a face that looked tender but had a tough look on its face rose up.

Her pace was firm, and she was holding a steel knife in her hand that did not match her face shape. Although the smell from the outside was extremely pungent, she still walked out as if she hadn't smelled it.

Then, familiar figures walked out from behind her.

In just less than a minute, a second spring broke out on the "barren" deck!

All the crew members who had been suddenly triggered due to the battle and were unable to be driven out at the first time, walked up from the cabin with weapons when the fleet was about to survive and die.

No matter how much fear there is on their faces, no matter what fear it shows in their eyes.

At this moment, they can stand here.

Enough!

"Okay! OK! OK!"

He said three times in a row, mixed with a little crying voice, and Lu Yongyi shouted loudly with grief.

"I announce that the Tundra Emergency Disaster Rescue Team was established, with the first captain Kong Yangyu, deputy captain Yang Chan, and Dang Qi!"

"Captain Kong Yangyu led 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 and does his best to treat all the wounded at all costs!"

"Deputy captain Dang Qi led the third team to the bottom of the ship with materials to repair the damage of our ship. In any case, the Tundra cannot sink!"

"promise!"

Watching the three hundred people turn into three teams in an orderly manner, they begin their division of labor.

Lu Yongyi did not refuse the rescue team to choose the first decision to save himself.

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

There are only about six hours left before the arrival of the "strongest" reinforcements on 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 even more that at this moment when this fleet reached the "death battle", there were still those alien races who dared to come up and die with humans!

"Brothers, are there any living brothers? Let's say, let's save you!"

"I'm here, there are more than a hundred people in our boat. We're stuck, help us!"

"Be careful and wait for us to come!"

There are basically five hundred people on each large ship. Even if it sinks, hundreds of people still survive because of the good internal structure.

In half an hour, through internal and external cooperation, the number of people in the search and rescue team increased, reaching a total of 1,500 people.

As the number of people increases, the efficiency of search and rescue has also improved a little.

Before the next tsunami came, all the big ships and half of the small ships were finally searched and rescued.

As for what is left, everyone did not give up. While preparing for the defense measures to fight against the tsunami, they continued to struggle to hit the gaps in the hull.

During this process, the raft warriors were not idle either. While gathering the treasure chests dropped on the sea to strengthen their strength, they counted the data of the previous battle.

The Tundra fleet, which had a population of 398,000, currently only 167,000 people remained, and a total of 231,000 people were killed in the last battle.

Convert to percentages, this time the fleet's death rate reached

57%!

At 6 p.m. in the wasteland, with an average combat loss rate of 21.3%, this combat loss is scary enough and enough to make the insider despair.

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

In this battle, they occupied 60,000 alien races!

Originally, the number of sneakily gathered to 100,000, but by the end of this battle, the death rate of alien races was even more terrifying than that of humans, reaching more than 60%.
To be continued...