Under Lin Youshu's command, the First Fleet soon arrived at the scene and successfully rendezvoused with the eighth Fast Ship of their First Fleet.
During this time, their Wyvern Riders had kept watch from the air, observing every move the enemy made.
This meant that Great Zhou basically didn't need to worry about the enemy pulling any tricks within their blind spots. They had also finished counting the enemy's ships.
Apart from the six Fast Ships deployed at the front in a spread-out formation, nine more Fast Ships were hidden farther back.
Without the Wyvern Riders controlling the skies, they would never have discovered this deployment.
These bastards were rotten to the core. It was obvious they wanted to set a trap for them!
After learning the situation, Lin Youshu remained fairly calm and simply decided to turn their scheme against them.
"Pass down my order. Switch to an offensive formation and advance steadily!"
Although this differed somewhat from the order given by his superior, White Butcher, orders were dead, while people were alive.
As White Butcher's adjutant, Lin Youshu knew full well that on the battlefield, he had to adapt to circumstances.
What mattered wasn't the process of execution, but the result.
As long as the result met expectations, the process didn't matter.
Putting aside the ships lying in ambush, judging only by the forces currently revealed, Great Zhou's eight Fast Ships had the upper hand for the moment.
If they cowered now, that would be truly bizarre!
In just that brief span of time, following Lin Youshu's order, the First Fleet had already spread out into formation without haste.
At the same time, after receiving the Wyvern Rider's report, White Butcher—who was leading his fleet in a flanking maneuver around the perimeter—gave it a brief thought before smiling