Everyone in the conference hall was silent. Just now, their hopes crushed to the ground. They stood up as if they went numb. The sudden feeling of loss rose. At this moment, one thing was clear, it's a well planned cunning trap for Korea. Everything is already planned against them. Those corrupt officers, send their loyalty to England. Now, it's their wish, Do or Die.
Namjoon finally exhaled the air out of his lungs which he was holding for minutes. His hands curl up in a tight fist, veins popping out. His huge desire to punch or break something. He shut open his eyes to calm down. He needs to think and make decisions for them.
"We've 180 sailors left." Hoseok made sure to collect the data from the battleship.
"Everyone, get back to work." Namjoon's confidence was enough for them to get motivated. Chairs were shifted to the large table. Maps, telescopes, pen, paper, small cartoon models of ships, etc. were placed on the table in front of the heroes.
"Only five cruisers are remaining." Hoseok shattered the small models of the ships.
"Enough or not, but we've to use them." Namjoon hurriedly moved them to attack ports.
"180 soldiers and 5 ships." He denoted the data on his paper, making something out from this.
"36 soldiers on each ship and six groups of them with two of them."
"Now these six groups will split as front and back."
"Three groups to the front, keep firing continuously."
"On the other side, the back groups having six numbers of soldiers have important work."
"Three would prepare and set the timings on bombs."
"While three would go under the water and make sure that bombs are well aligned."
"Now when four ships were firing. The last one, that's the fifth, will have us."
"We will make sure to supply the extra rifles and nuclear weapons."
