Anrield led his men in boarding the enemy ships by force, and close-quarters combat began.
How could Lodun's forces, without any expert stationed among them, possibly be a match for Anrield? The situation immediately became almost completely one-sided again. Wherever Anrield went, all who stood in his way were crushed, and the Lodun defenders leaped into the sea one after another to save themselves.
They had the courage to resist, but not the strength. After two consecutive major battles today, the Third Fleet's sailors had been thoroughly roused to bloodlust. Nearly every one of them wore a savage expression and hacked down anyone they saw, every strike fatal, leaving no survivors.
The Lodun forces had not resisted for long before they were utterly routed. They directly abandoned their mission to reinforce Island Group Two, forsaking their ships and jumping into the sea to escape. What a joke. They could not even defeat the Third Fleet now; they themselves needed reinforcements. Where would they find the strength to support Island Group Two?
The Commander of Island Group Two instantly went pale. The small island was still desperately holding out and had not yet suffered any casualties, yet the reinforcements over there had somehow been turned into a sieve by the enemy first.
"Pull yourselves together!" The Commander took a deep breath and shouted sternly, "Even if only one man remains, we must let the enemy know that setting foot on this island will not be so easy!"
A soldier beside him pointed toward the beach with a mournful face. "Sir, they've already reached the beach!"
The Commander was greatly alarmed and hurriedly looked over. Sure enough, a small number of ships had broken away from the Second Fleet's formation, accelerated their advance, and charged forward by force, reaching the shore. To