It all happened so quickly that even the enemy captain had barely had time to react.
By comparison, after bearing the Wyvern Riders' aerial bombing, the flanking fleet of the Barton Empire had fallen into complete chaos.
With this attack from both front and rear, their Great Zhou Navy already held a twofold advantage in positioning and numbers. What they needed to do next hardly required saying.
"Attack! Sink them at the fastest speed possible!!"
On the First Fleet's side, Lin Youshu shouted the order.
As White Butcher's adjutant, he now understood what his colonel was trying to do.
Their colonel wanted to wipe out this Barton Empire fleet completely!
According to the intelligence they had obtained, once this Barton Empire fleet was annihilated here, the North Sea Fleet's remaining forces would be negligible.
That meant the North Sea Fleet itself would no longer possess the strength to threaten them.
To launch any further operations, they would have to bring in reinforcements from the Barton Empire's other waters.
Invisibly, this would buy them quite a bit more time.
The ambush force consisted of nine Fast Ships in total, split into two groups that swung around and encircled them from the left and right flanks.
At this moment, five of them were receiving a grand funeral in the distance, while the other four had vanished without a trace.
At this point, anyone should have realized that something was wrong.
[Do we fight? Or retreat?!]
Holding up his telescope, the enemy captain's gaze swept repeatedly across the surrounding sea. After a fierce internal struggle, he finally clenched his teeth and resolutely ordered a retreat.
"Fuck! Retreat!!!"
As mentioned earlier, he was a cautious man. He had taken further action only because he had believed their chances of victory were overwhelming, and even