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Chapter 513 Wind Chime Beach Sniper Battle (5) (Thanks to Wei Wukong for the May ticket)

One night passed, and the time came to July 7.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, the captains of the troop carrier received a report from the accompanying military doctor:

Instead of getting better, the soldiers' diarrhea got worse.

The captains hurriedly went to investigate in the cabin, and found that many soldiers had only mild diarrhea last night, but by this morning, they had turned into "dehydrated vegetables" one by one, with weakness, pale complexion, and curled up like shrimps.

Moreover, the scope of diarrhea is also expanding. By this time, one-third of the soldiers have curled up in every corner of the cabin, and some have even passed out!
The captains knew that things were getting serious, and they wanted to report to Consul Black, but Black still couldn't find it.

In desperation, they spontaneously organized and gathered on the lead "Intrepid" troop carrier to discuss this matter.

In addition to the captains of the six troop carriers, there was also the chief chaplain of the Marine Corps-Ben Seaver.

The six captains are all at the same level, so Hunter, the captain who launched the "Dreadnought", presides over the meeting.

Captain Hunter did not refuse, and immediately asked after all the personnel arrived:
"Do you know where Commander Black is?"

The captains shook their heads.

One captain said: "I remember that Commander Black went to the main ship of the Southern Navy yesterday, but I went there to ask just now, and they don't know where the Commander is."

Captain Hunter sighed: "Alas! Such a big thing happened. The Commander is missing again. We have no way to contact the Southern Navy through the Commander. So this big thing can only depend on us."

The other captains nodded.

Captain Hunter continued: "Now let me count the number of people with diarrhea on each ship. No need to give specific numbers, just give an estimate. Let me start with the number of people on the Dauntless, 369 people, and there are probably less than 200 soldiers with diarrhea. people."

The other captains also responded one after another:
"There are 345 people on the 'Heroic', and about 150 patients."

"There were 323 people on the 'Patriot', and about 150 people were poisoned."

"'Surprise'."

The captains each told the situation on the ship.

The results obtained were shocking. About 2000 of the 1200 marines had diarrhea, and as many as 700 had severe diarrhea. It can be said that 1/3 of the soldiers have lost their combat effectiveness!
Coupled with the gradual worsening of the diarrhea, by the time they landed on Fengling Beach in the afternoon, about half of the army would have lost their combat effectiveness.

The faces of all the captains became extremely ugly.

Captain Hunter asked the Chief Chaplain of the Marine Corps: "Dear Sir Sif, do you know the cause of this diarrhea?"

Ben Seaver shook his head: "I don't know very well. Generally speaking, diarrhea is caused by eating unclean food. But such a large-scale diarrhea, I think it is very likely that the devil is behind the scenes."

"The devil is at work?"

The captains began to panic: "Master Nasif, can you cure these soldiers?"

"I can't guarantee it, I can only try my best." Ben Sifer crossed himself on his chest.

"Okay then, the wounded will be handed over to you." Hearing Ben Seaver's solemn assurance, the faces of the captains improved a lot.

Captain Hunter also said: "That's it! Everyone will cooperate with Lord Sif to treat the wounded after returning home, and ask the first officer to find Lord Black, and act quickly!"

"No problem." The captains replied one after another.

Then they went back to their respective ships, treated the wounded according to what they had just said, and at the same time looked for the fleet commander—Black Iris.

Three hours passed, 11:00 AM.

Ben Seaver's treatment of the wounded did not have any effect, but the soft holy light made the wounded feel better, that's all.

In three hours he only cured single-digit wounded.

As for the chief mates, they almost turned over the six troop carriers, and ran several times on the ships of the Southern Fleet, but they did not find Commander Black.

Even the first officers wondered if the commander stumbled and fell into the water, and then a sky-level shark just passed by.
Otherwise, there is no way to explain the sudden disappearance of a commander at the peak of gold.

Finally, there is the situation of the wounded with diarrhea. The diarrhea situation of the soldiers has not improved. Now about half of the army has completely lost their combat effectiveness, and they will definitely not be able to recover when they land in the afternoon.

So the six captains once again gathered on the "Intrepid" and started another meeting.

Only this time, the faces of the captains were much uglier than before.

In the "Intrepid" conference room, Captain Hunter asked the other captains: "Has Commander Black not been found yet?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Oh!" Captain Hunter sighed again: "Isn't it really missing?"

Said one of the blindfolded captains in his seat:
"We can't wait any longer! We must now send a representative to tell the commander of the Southern Fleet the situation here, and let him make overall arrangements. It is best to allow us to stop the ship and suspend the landing."

Captain Hunter pouted and said, "You think I don't want to? I went to the main ship of the Southern Navy two hours ago, but they didn't pay me any attention."

"Why?" the captains asked one after another.

Captain Hunter shrugged: "The commander of the Southern Navy doesn't care about anything at all, and he is still sleeping soundly.

The real person in charge is said to be the chief of staff of the fleet, but their chief of staff also disappeared inexplicably, so the situation on our side is not known to their high-level. "

One of the captains suddenly panicked: "Then what should we do? Do we order the ship to stop?"

"Are you crazy?" Captain Hunter stepped forward and smashed the captain's head with the parchment:

"You are violating military orders, do you know that?! If we stop the ship and affect the entire campaign, we will all be court-martialed and imprisoned for life!"

"Then what shall we do?" asked the captain.

"We can only land according to the original plan." Captain Hunter said helplessly: "We will rescue the wounded after landing."

"That's the only way to go." The other captains replied.

Another hour passed, 12:00 noon.

Troopship Commander Blake Iris tidied up his messy clothes before walking out of Southern Fleet Commander Cameron Shancha's room.

Reminiscing about the madness of last night, what a night to remember!

Blake looked at the sun, which was at its highest point now, clearly noon.

He was taken aback immediately, he didn't expect it to be so late!
The troop carrier landed at one o'clock this afternoon, and I don't know how the six captains are preparing.

Thinking of this, Black left the main ship of the Southern Navy with a small jump, and jumped towards the troop carrier.

(End of this chapter)