Although the overall situation had already been decided, victory or defeat was no longer the issue. The Barton fleet was indeed quite large this time. The forces assembled from fifteen Fast Ships, before and after, were absolutely not something that could be dealt with in a short time.
If the enemy's remaining forces chose to resist to the bitter end and fight to the death, Great Zhou would also have to pay a considerable additional price in casualties.
Taking that into consideration, persuading them to surrender was still very necessary.
Once successful, they could reduce their own casualties while capturing even more cheap labor.
And even if the attempt failed, damaging the enemy's morale would still be a good thing.
The soldiers of the Barton Navy clearly were not fools either. They knew that in this naval battle, they were at an all-around disadvantage.
At this moment, as the chant of "The enemy general is dead! Surrender and you will not be killed!" echoed among the various ships, quite a few Barton Navy soldiers also noticed the head hanging from the flagpole of their flagship.
"Major. It really is the major!!"
After recognizing the head, the Barton soldiers could not help crying out in alarm, making the scene even more chaotic.
Seizing the opportunity, the Great Zhou troops immediately shouted the chant of "The enemy general is dead! Surrender and you will not be killed!" even more loudly.
Many Barton soldiers were clearly shaken, but quite a few others wore savage expressions and began entertaining extreme ideas.
"What are you afraid of?! We'll fight them to the death!! At worst..."
Before he could finish, there was a soft bang, and his voice abruptly stopped. The Barton soldier had been shot in the head on the spot!
Scalding blood mixed with