So this time, in order to restore his reputation, Shiryu had volunteered as soon as he received news of the ambush on the Star Alliance, intending to use this battle to win back his name.
His fleet adopted an extremely covert approach, advancing in scattered groups of two or three ships and waiting for the right moment to launch an attack on the Star Alliance's Second Fleet docked in the harbor.
Yet before he could even do anything, the people of the Star Alliance inside the harbor charged out with fierce momentum. Rows of warships formed up without so much as a greeting and immediately opened fire in their direction.
Watching the shells fill the sky, Shiryu was so furious he nearly spat blood. His fleet had not even raised the pirate flag or formed up yet. Why was the enemy reacting so violently?
In the chaos, two ships were hit in quick succession. With their hulls badly damaged, seawater surged into their cabins, and the ships began sinking slowly. Many crew members had already started jumping into the sea to escape.
Shiryu nearly burst into curses. Before setting out, had this not been supposed to be a sneak attack? Had they not said they would swallow this cicada perched on the tree in one bite?
With the enemy's artillery fire this fierce, there was no need to say it—their whereabouts had been exposed.
There Was Another Move!
"Form up! Raise the flag!" Shiryu roared furiously. The surrounding ships promptly shed their disguises, quickly raised Blackbeard's distinctive pirate flag, and began returning fire against the Star Alliance warships.
But the enemy had arrived in formation, advancing and retreating with discipline. Their attacks came in orderly waves, their rhythm tight and swift. In the blink of an eye, Shiryu watched with