"Where is Baipi?" Ma Yue asked.
"She went out to sea with more than a dozen ships. You don't expect to trade, she likes to explore the sea." The chair said helplessly. In theory, the chair can't control the white skin. The white skin is similar to the sea and belongs to the trading team of the sea tribe.
"Do we have enough boats?"
"It's not a big problem. There hasn't been much trade in recent years, and we've built some ships. It's no problem to have a hundred ships. That's enough to support the military and immigration."
There were originally 2,000 immigrants going to the headquarters, but there were only 50 ships.
"Let's reorganize and train the army. There's still enough time." Among the able-bodied men brought by Ma Yue, three hundred were newly purchased and had never been reorganized. If they were going to fight, they couldn't be in a mess, right?
During this time, Ma Yue also had more contact with these new recruits to consolidate the depth of their faith. Of course, since they were all new recruits, it was unrealistic to expect them to have a deep faith.
The White Mist branch tribe hadn't been out to sea much for the past two or three years, so their inventory had increased considerably. With these four hundred extra men, food wouldn't be a problem. Of course, the food inventory was limited, so fishing was still the main source of food.
It's very troublesome to organize the new recruits into a team during military training, and it takes time to distinguish left from right. Ma Yue doesn't have any hard and fast rules for this. Military training is always better than no training at all.
"Yes, we've woven quite a few Teng shields." The White Mist branch tribe had been working hard for the past two or three years. The wooden-framed Teng shields were essential for sword and shield soldiers, and the Sea Tribe's flying spear team also needed small Teng shields. Whether attacking or defending, having a Teng shield to cover them would always reduce casualties.
With the Teng Shield in hand, the soldiers feel more secure.
"There's really not much arable land here. We have to do something besides boiling salt, right?" said the chair. To be honest, it was a bit comfortable and even boring in this White Mist tribe.
"I'm glad you think that way." Taking the initiative to find work is a good thing, and your attitude deserves recognition. There's no bamboo here, so all these wooden flying spears are made by sharpening them bit by bit, which is also very laborious.
Of course, Ma Yue was out for war, so he brought plenty of necessary weapons, including bamboo spears and flying spears. He had plenty of weapons for the war, which made things much easier.
Of the four leaders, Yizi was the most capable of organizing things. Ma Yue didn't specify who was the boss, and he was implicitly the leader. This was something Yizi had earned through his usual performance, so there was nothing wrong with it.
Primitives are a bit slow, but the advantage is that they are obedient. They just do what you are told to do, so the progress of military training is quite good, and the integration of various arms is quite interesting.
When it comes to flying spears, once the number of people reaches a certain level, the accuracy requirement is no longer so high. It's similar to a bow and arrow, relying on range and numbers to win. Watching rows of flying spears fly out is terrifying; it's not something that can be stopped by one person.
It goes without saying that no matter how powerful a cultivator is, a few volleys of flying spears will make you flee in panic. Cultivators are also mortal, and a piercing spear will kill them.
Of course, if you have a shield, it would be much better. Of course, a shield can block a lot, but it can't block everything. Sometimes, life and death on the battlefield really depends on luck.
Time passed little by little, and it was almost a month. If we didn't leave now, the ocean currents would probably change.
We gathered more than a hundred wildebeests in the Baiwu branch tribe, a total of more than four hundred able-bodied men, and two hundred deputy soldiers. At least we left some regular and deputy soldiers for the Baiwu branch tribe to defend itself, right?
For so many years, everyone has relied on ocean currents to travel back and forth. Ma Yue believes that his luck will not be so bad that he will encounter a storm at sea when it is his turn.
It was not only Yizi who had been to the Ghost Mountain Peninsula. Many sailors had also followed Yizi and Baipi to the Ghost Mountain Peninsula, so they did not get lost.
Only ten ships were left for the Baiwu tribe, and a mighty force of more than one hundred ships, carrying more than six hundred people, set off.
Ocean currents aren't always straight. Every time Ma Yue saw a coastline, he felt a surge of joy. But, Yizi said, some rivers flowing into the sea along the coast can replenish fresh water. It wasn't the destination, so he had to keep going. How many times? When would we arrive? Drifting in the sea, I felt truly uncertain.
Although most of the ships were connected by ropes, Ma Yue became upset again once the coastline was no longer visible. This happened several times over the course of several days.
"God damn it, we might be in for a storm." The chair was also very depressed. The sea couldn't always remain the same. When you're unlucky, you might be in for a storm.
The sky was dark, and the waves seemed to be growing larger and larger. Could these ten-meter-long boats withstand a major storm? It was unrealistic to even think about it. Not only was I in danger, but there were also six hundred soldiers. Damn it, maybe I had it too easy to get to this point, and this was God's retribution.
The rain was pouring down, and a huge wave broke the rope somewhere. Several boats were submerged by the huge waves. Life is so fragile under the majesty of nature.
Ma Yue, who was sitting on the boat, felt that his boat might capsize at any time.
There were over a hundred boats, a fleet of over six hundred people, and five or six people on each boat. Ma Yue's boat had a few more, but still fewer than ten. Ma Yue was born with a fear of the sea, and he swore that after returning to Poseidon Island, he would never go out to sea again.
"Holy cudgel! Coast!" The chair exclaimed in surprise, "It must be the blessing of the sea god!"
What a waste of blessings! Dozens of ships have been overturned.
The fleet was almost destroyed by the waves and storm, and was really surging towards the coastline.
The boat was tossed violently by the storm and the waves, and several people on Ma Yue's boat were thrown into the sea, and Ma Yue was powerless to do anything.
Ma Yue's boat was "sent" onto the beach by waves seven or eight meters high. The boat was broken into pieces and Ma Yue himself was knocked unconscious.
Oh my god! I have to run quickly, otherwise I will easily be swept into the sea by the next big wave.
Ma Yue picked up Chun Wu and Xia Wu, who had fainted beside him, and tried to save both if he could.
A person couldn't run faster than the waves, so Ma Yue simply took Chun Wu and Xia Wu and hid on the other side of a large reef a few meters away, leaning against it tightly. Huge waves swept onto the beach, but thanks to the reaction force of the large reef, Ma Yue was finally prevented from being swept back into the sea.
Driven by the instinct of survival, almost all the people of the Sea Tribe adopted Ma Yue's survival mode, and many hid on the large reefs on the beach...
"Woo-ah!" Wangcai was used to following Ma Yue, and at least he managed to save his life.
Even so, being hit by huge waves is not a pleasant experience.
Chun Wu and Xia Wu were awakened by Ma Yue. At this time, it was very difficult to pull the two people against the reaction force of the reef. Chun Wu and Xia Wu had some ability to resist, and Ma Yue felt much more relaxed.
After all, Yizi had more experience in going to sea and had already hidden behind Ma Yue's big reef. The other four people on the same boat were probably all finished.
The loss was heavy, and even his life was almost thrown into the sea. Regardless of whether it was bad luck or not, the decision was made by himself. Ma Yue felt distressed and a little guilty!
The storm lasted for more than half an hour and finally subsided.
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