Bilida nearly spat blood at that honest answer. Seeing Anrield fighting until he was covered in blood had set his blood boiling; he had even wished he could rush up and take a couple of slashes himself just for the thrill of it. Yet now he was faced with this outcome, and he immediately fell apart.
On the small boat, Ronglin saw that the artillery fire from the battle on Island Number Two in the distance had suddenly gone completely silent. He was instantly filled with uncertainty.
With the spyglass in hand, he could still clearly see that after Bilida led his men ashore successfully, they had not even charged up to the fortress yet. Why had the enemy's attacks stopped?
Could they be out of gunpowder? Ronglin thought. But then he reconsidered. No, that's not right! Even without gunpowder, they still have cold weapons. Yet the defending troops don't seem to be putting up any resistance at all?
The possibility of the enemy surrendering had not crossed Ronglin's mind at all. Island Number Two had rejected Island Number One's offer to surrender not long ago. If they surrendered now, it would be rather absurd.
Even the distant Third Fleet was startled by the sudden turn of events. Their fierce advance slowed, and they actually deployed into a defensive formation as they slowly pushed toward Island Number Two, fearing that the enemy might have some trap or secret weapon.
Before long, Hawkins's Den Den Mushi called. "Boss, Island Number Two has surrendered!"
"What?" Ronglin could hardly believe it. "They really surrendered? They're not fooling me, are they? Could it be a trap?"
Hawkins replied in an equally puzzled tone, "We have no idea what's going on over there. Bilida is even kneeling and begging them to resist fiercely and not