'Shuah! Shuah! Shuah! Shuah!'
The waters clashed against the hard wooden bottoms of several ships that were currently on their journey to victory.
The ships all sailed in a triangular formation, with the main ship leading the way.
And on the lead ship, several men were currently going over their battle plans seriously.
"How long before we arrive?"
"Commander Pirus, we have 3 more weeks of travel, before we finally reach Baymard's shores."
"Good!
Even though we didn't get any additional slaves to join our fleet, Terique's victory in this battle will still be reassured.
We have the list of weapons that they use, as well as the way to counter these weapons too.
So tell the men to go over it again.
Out victory in this battle should be completely one-sided with us just winning brutally." Pirus said sternly.
Everyone nodded and felt that this was indeed the case.
