The Wyvern Riders' aerial bombing brought shock and destruction to the Barton fast ships attempting to outflank the Great Zhou fleet, plunging the entire situation into chaos.
Meanwhile, the Great Zhou fleet, which swept past at top speed and charged toward the outer waters, had not been idle during that brief encounter.
As they passed, they directly fired a volley from the Three-bow Ballistas at the enemy.
Their motto was simple: never mind whether they hit—fire first and talk later!
As it turned out, they really did hit quite a few targets. For the Barton fast ships, which had only just endured the Wyvern Riders' bombardment, this was undoubtedly adding frost to snow.
"Launch the assault ships! Launch the assault ships!!"
Having lost control of the situation and been led around by the nose from start to finish, the North Sea Fleet was clearly getting frantic.
At the same time, they realized that they absolutely could not let the enemy leave just like this. Once the enemy successfully withdrew and returned next time, it would be the moment of their total annihilation.
Fully aware of this, the Barton Navy lowered assault ship after assault ship at top speed, sending them straight toward the retreating Great Zhou fleet.
This battle would not end so easily. White Butcher had been mentally prepared for that long ago.
At this moment, both the enemy's large warships and fast ships were lowering assault ships as quickly as possible.
Especially those two large warships. The troops stationed aboard them and the number of assault ships they could deploy were far beyond what the fast ships could match. This was one of the great advantages of large warships.
"Pass my order to the entire fleet. Form a single line. All matchlock gunners stand by. Once we enter