"Is there no other way to go?" Julion Johnsons asked casually.
"There is..."
Isabella Lindsey tilted her body slightly, pointing to the sea behind her, "Swim across from here."
Obviously, she was also speaking off the cuff.
Because everyone swimming across the ocean with their heavy weapons, even if they managed to get around, most likely wouldn't have the energy left to fight a fierce battle.
Julion Johnsons certainly understood, he quickly sorted through the route map in his mind, and arranged, "Then we'll attack from the front. Isabella Lindsey, you're in charge of taking out that sniper at the first opportunity. Louisa Foster, Nella Crassus, and I will take care of the remaining fifteen gunmen. Everyone else, act according to the situation when the time comes."
"My gunmanship is not inferior to anyone's." Sophie Foster expressed her cold protest.
