When Cao Du received the report from below, he was greatly astonished. This was a Frost Continent Fleet of nearly two thousand flying vessels—yet it had surrendered just like that? How long had it even been?
He suspected that something had gone wrong with the dispatch, but after questioning it again and again, he received the same reply every time.
It was not just him. The military officers felt the same way. Though Frost Continent appeared to be finished, it was clearly not yet at the end of the road. Even the Secret Province fleet of five hundred flying vessels had dared to square off against them head-on. This fleet was obviously stronger, so how could it possibly surrender so easily?
Yet as more definite news arrived, accompanied by the seals and tokens of the Solitary Province general, the various fleet commanders, and the guard commanders,
there was no longer anyone who doubted it. Such things could not be forged.
Still, everyone felt somewhat dazed. One moment, that fleet had been a thorn in their side; the next, it had melted away like ice and snow.
What exactly had happened in between?
As a brief account of the battle was submitted, the Sharp Strike Army's higher-ups read it over several times and still found it unbelievable. At the same time, they were filled with emotion.
They asked themselves whether they could have led troops forward and defeated this fleet in person. They could have—but they absolutely could not have achieved such an incredible result.
After reading the battle report, the middle-aged adviser looked up at Cao Du and said, "General, Solitary Province still does not know that their fleet has surrendered. This is the perfect opportunity for us to strike!"
Cao Du no longer hesitated. He immediately said, "Follow the