1613 Wrong!
Go. Go. Go. Go!
All over the shorelines in various positions, the underwater teams shot out like zombies making from the dead, emerging from the waters.
They took out their targets, though some were almost discovered if not for their quick thinking.
You don't know how they felt, seeing the enemy raise their hands to signal for others.
Phew~
Quick work.
They killed them off swiftly and suited up.
But some teams were unfortunate, allowing one or 2 people from the enemy's ground team to signal others far in the land.
It was good that they didn't scream or cause any overly loud sounds.
With no loud sounds, those signaled might only think the ground was still alive and hiding while observing an enemy, probably a giant who somehow managed to reach the sandy shores.
It's impossible for an enemy to come by ship since the patrol team hadn't signaled a thing by lighting the flames.
What's more, the scouts on the trees, hills and higher landscapes could've also alerted them if so.
Thus, if any ground team close to the stores noticed a disturbance, it should be from the Giants.
Thinking like that, the ground team stationed further back, a good distance from those attacked, aren't only 1 or 2 people to check things out.
They couldn't completely leave their position yet.
If those sent out don't return, they can be sure it was an enemy and would know what to do, climbing up a tree and lighting a torch for all to see.
But how could the Baymardians leave the Kings or go haywire?
The moment they realized the enemy was signaled, they knew they had to go further ahead to clear the next group of Ground team enemies before it was too late.
Like so, they managed to keep the situation under wraps before suiting up.
A key part of their plan was taking advantage of the night and doing at least 50, if not 70%, of their work before the sun rises.
It's good.
As those on ground did their thing, several others also emerged from the waters, climbing onto the ships and taking down their opponents as silently as they could.
And up in the skies, the air force units hovering above the patrol ships were also observant, keeping a close watch on those below
All air force units, whether hovering above land or sea, were not to engage lest they alert the enemy.
For those climbing the ships, their goal was to take over the patrol ships and keep everything as it was, at least until ground team took out the scouts and those that could see the water regions.
Once successful, only then can the main ships sail and dock.
The time was now 4:11 A.M.
They had till 5 A.M. to clear the way.
At 5:15, their main ships should be docked. And by 6:30~7, the sun will rise.
They had to make the most of this darkness before the day came.
You have to know that because it was already well into the night, and no ship could be seen for miles, not many stood outside patrolling on the decks.
They estimated that the ship should carry roughly 15 people at most.
Mind you, they weren't going on some big voyage. So, as controlling guards, their job was to patrol and give out a warning if they saw anything unusual from afar.
After giving word, they would sail back to safety and regroup with the others.
It was also because they were patrolling and not going on some big journey that their ships were smaller than the typical Adonis size.
Again, the slave rowing was chained up. So the few 15 or so patrol guards aboard the ship didn't have to worry about being overpowered or troubled during their patrol.
And no… These slaves weren't giants but the ones that rowed their ships from Lampe to Omania.
They dared not use these undomesticated and aggressive Giants as slaves yet.
How to say it?
These giants need their spirits completely broken and shattered before they can ever be enslaved.
Even then, they still felt a majority of giants might choose suicide or death than becoming their slaves.
Tsk.
These Giants were just too troublesome, the most irksome group to subdue. Thus, their potentials were great.
Just think of how Adonis' strength will double... No! Triple, once the giants acknowledge them?
Hehehehehe~
They could have these giants at the forefront of all battles, slamming and pushing their fierce fists and weapons at the opponent like crazy.
No wonder the Morgs tried their best to belittle these proud giants. Deep down, the Morgs wanted to do the same too.
Omania was a potential power force, with people born with strengths similar to beasts.
No!
They even felt they should capture their women and breed diverse and mixed species with them.
An army of this nature was too eye-catching.
Just imagining it is enough to get them excited.
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All in all, the Adonis flowers patrolling the ships should have few people aboard.
The deck had no more than 6 people there, with the rest within the floors below and above the deck.
Provided they made no sounds and didn't cause any bodies to drop like stones, then their missions would be done and over with.
Lieutenant Avril squinted her eyes, glowing on board, and hid behind a barrel.
6 targets spotted.
So far, so good…
She glanced to the side, noting where another comrade was hiding. He was on the roof, lying on the ground, flat-faced.
He had his weapons on the enemies, like a sniper.
The air was tense, and the choking heat wasn't making it better.
The enemies seemed to feel something off, but seeing no ships in sight for miles, they felt they might be overthinking things.
However, intuition has always led them, trained killers, on the path of survival.
So what was going on?
No.
Something was wrong!
