The next morning, Raphael and his group, who were moving slowly but at a very rapid pace, came to the outside of Banjul City with tens of thousands of abandoned soldiers gathered in the later period. What they brought were not hope for life, but a despair from the deepest part of their hearts.

Looking back at the pursuers who had appeared at the end of the horizon, and looking at Banjul, who had established dense fortifications and was flying with the black demon flag, Raphael closed his eyes in pain.

"Who can tell me how Banjul was lost? And how did the enemy come behind us?"

"Your Excellency Commander, now is not the time to say this. Please give orders quickly. There may be a way out of life when you advance and break through. If you hesitate, you will only have a dead end!"

Deputy Commander Philip's words were no longer respected. Commander Raphael, who was still hesitating at this critical moment, was a serious dereliction of duty in his eyes, including all preparations for this war.

Raphael did not mind the other party's tone, but said lightly: "Dear Philip, order the soldiers to open a passage for ourselves."

The desperate soldiers did show 100% combat effectiveness, but unfortunately, not many weapons were in their hands. The guys who added weight to themselves slightly on the way to escape had been thrown away by them. They rushed towards the fortifications outside Banjul City with bare hands, just adding some results to the enemy and only increasing casualties.

The pursuers were already in front of them, and the remaining soldiers and officers of the coalition forces who were trapped in the narrow area outside the city were soon submerged in the sound of gunfire until there was no sound.

A raft floated from afar on the Gambia River, and the six people on the raft were stunned when they looked at Banjul, which was filled with smoke.

"Bergrade, are you sure you are the fisherman's child?"

Ever asked with a suspicious look on his face.

"Of course, you also see that only I can control the direction of the raft." Bergrade shrugged to express his dissatisfaction with Ever's Qiying.

"Damn it, haven't you noticed that the raft you controlled is not as fast as the land march?" Raymond shouted anxiously.

"Guys, don't you know how fast people are when they run away? Besides, there are pursuers behind them." Bergrade was also a little helpless. The children of fishermen's families did not mean that they could master the raft.

"Okay, stop arguing, what should we do now? Should we go back to Europe on this small raft?" Ever said in despair.

"This may be a good idea. Banjul can't go anyway. Didn't you see that the city wall has been replaced with the black demon flag?" Raymond said dazedly. It is true that the current blow is very big for him. He finally survived the chaotic battlefield and faced with death. No normal people can accept this cruel reality.

Bergrade also threw away the wooden poles and sat decadently on the raft, staring blankly outside Banjul, which was covered by gunfire.

After the small raft lost control, it followed the flow and circled the water from time to time. The six people on the raft didn't want to pay attention to the others. It would be better if they could float to Europe.

"Hi, sir on the raft..."

Ever poked Raymond with his elbow and asked, "I seem to hear someone calling us."

Raymond, who lowered his head, said weakly: "The only ghosts appear here, it cannot be humans. You are thinking too much."

"Gentlemen, Hi, here..."

The raft floated unknowingly to a distance of only a few dozen meters from the shore, and a black man was constantly waving at them in the grass.

"Damn it, there are enemies!"

Bergrade immediately picked up his rifle and aimed at the black man jumping on the shore.

"NO, NO, he seems to be that dark-skinned freeman."

Ever stopped Bergrade's next move.

"That guy named Balagan? It seems that he is also a coward. With his usual style, he will definitely not be able to return to the embrace of the Demon Empire."

Raymond smiled with some gloating grief.

Bergrade also smiled maliciously, but he still controlled the raft to approach Balagan.

"Freeminist, can you still go back to your demon empire? It is said that you have escaped once, and it is impossible for you to have another next time, right?"

Balagan looked at the six people on the raft, looked at the other party's ridiculous look and said awkwardly: "Yes, gentlemen, I can't go back to the knees of that strange demon empire, I can only escape as soon as possible, hehe..."

"Do you think we can escape? Dear Mr. Baragan." Raymond smiled helplessly.

"Of course, I know where there is a ship that can take us back to Europe, at least it has not been occupied by the Demon Empire. Gentlemen, follow me quickly. We don't have much time."

"God, is this true?"

Six people, including three wounded, shouted in surprise.

"Yes, I'm sure no one is more familiar with Banjul than me, right?"

Balagan showed a proud smile, but was still as vulgar as ever, but it surprised the six people.

After receiving a confirmed reply, Bergrade came to Balagan with a raft. He jumped down without stopping, hugged Balagan and shouted: "Balagan, I have never found you so cute! Take us there quickly, I can't wait to go home."

"Wait for a moment." Baragan said, reaching out to drag a bag out of the grass. The jingling sound seemed to have gained a lot.

"This is the foundation of my survival on the European continent, aren't it gentlemen?"

The six people looked at their harvest on the raft at the same time and instantly expressed their agreement: "Yes, this is our spoil, and our survival in the future is fundamental."

It seems that everyone is tacit. As a deserter? No, he is a survivor. He can't go back in a big way. He has to give himself some protection, right? Besides, the sacrificed comrades no longer need these things. This is called waste reuse? Yes, this is true.

"Well, we don't have much time left. The enemy will come here to search at any time, take a raft, listen to my directions, and there is a hidden harbor in the cove ahead, where there is the ship we need."

As soon as Balagan finished speaking, a sound of speaking came from afar.

"Baragan, you crow's mouth, run..." Raymond exclaimed. He didn't want to let himself lose his only hope of life.

Bergrade tried his best to let the raft leave the shore at an unprecedented speed and quickly leave downstream. He found that the soldiers of the Demon Empire had their guns and could only aim at them from afar and fire a few shots, and then prepared to chase down the river.

Maybe they were lucky enough, weren't they? Because they got rid of the pursuers and successfully boarded a small sea boat that could hold on to Europe, at least taking them home.
Chapter completed!