Xiang Ying's eyes snapped open as he heard the commotion.
The rain was pouring down, Jie Chen's black boots were soaked with water, making a thudding noise as he walked on deck.
He was surrounded by team leaders and other soldiers.
He was hurrying towards the stern, and from a distance, he could see the soldiers on the second ship incessantly firing signal smoke bombs.
Three loud blasts pierced the air, signaling that the ship was in distress.
Supervisor Wei spoke urgently into Jie Chen's ear, "The second ship is very old and doesn't have watertight bulkheads. The entire bottom hull is flooded. If this continues, the ship will definitely sink before the rain stops!"
Supervisor Ke, beside them, wiped the rain off his face, angry and distressed.
"I've said it before, we should not have taken the water route. You wouldn't listen to me. It's one thing if the exiled criminals on that ship die, but there are also over eighty of our brothers, their lives are so innocent!"
