On the sea, as the oar fleet continued to fire, the combined fleet composed of the two principalities also fell into chaos.
No one would have thought that they would be attacked at night.
The same goes for the Combined Fleet.
When the dozens of paddle-sail warships lined up and fired at the fleet, most of the sailors were still sleeping in hammocks in the cabins.
Alarm bells sounded on various battleships, and the awakened sailors put on their clothes in a panic.
The aristocratic commander in charge of commanding the entire fleet stood at the bow of the flagship in disheveled clothes, looking through the telescope at the strange fleet that kept firing at his own side under the moonlight. His expression was frightened, angry and confused: pretending to be
"Fleet? Where does this fleet come from?!"
No one could answer his question.
This sudden naval battle has broken out.
Under the night, the strange fleet appeared out of nowhere like a ghost in the dark, constantly firing at the combined fleet.
The anchored United Fleet warships had no time to raise their sails. Under the night, the warships were like living targets, being damaged one after another under the bombardment of the oar fleet...
"Holy Lord! They can actually target us! Can they see so clearly at night?!"
On the watchtower of the battleship, the sailors looked at the artillery bombardment that was no less accurate than during the day, with expressions of horror and confusion. They pretended to be frightened and confused.
"Supernatural beings...they have supernormal beings who can see at night!"
The noble commander reacted quickly.
Dots of silver light rose on the sea, and some battleships activated their magic shields.
Seeing the light that lit up, the noble commander's expression changed instantly:
"Idiot! There are extraordinary beings with night vision on the other side! Send a signal to them to lower their shields!"
However, it's too late.
Another series of bombardments sounded, and magic stone bullets hit the battleship with the shield lit up like raindrops. The magic shield flashed for a few times before being penetrated, and the battleship was completed amidst the sound of gunfire.
The sieve slowly overturned...
"Quick! Raise the sail! Throw down the heavy objects and sail northwest! The gunners are in position, ready to fight back!"
The commander ordered.
However, not long after he gave the order, another cannon shot came from the northeast.
"No! Castel's fleet has also left port!"
The sailor on the watchtower shouted again in horror.
The noble commander also noticed the bombardment coming from the northeast.
He picked up the telescope and looked at the brightly lit Beigang. Outside the port of Beigang, he could vaguely see rows of sailing warships with sails sailing away from the scope of Beigang, also heading towards the northwest.
Cooperating with the oar fleet in the south, we completed the encirclement and installation of the combined fleet.
ambush……
This is a prepared ambush!
The noble commander suddenly realized everything, and his face turned pale...
As Castel's fleet left port, the battle on the sea broke out completely.
At the same time, the principality coalition forces on land also fell into further chaos.
No soldier knew where the enemy came from. Under night, the camp seemed to be full of enemies.
Screams and fighting sounds came one after another, ghostly figures kept shuttling in the camp, overturned torches ignited the tents, and the sky turned red.
"Where is the extraordinary preparation?! Where is our extraordinary preparation?!"
Seeing the camp in chaos, the third prince picked up the collar of a nobleman and said angrily.
The noble looked pale and replied tremblingly:
"Your Highness... Your Highness... it's too chaotic. We haven't had time to organize ourselves yet, and we don't know how many enemies there are..."
"Blow the horn! Send the signal! Arrange a formation to organize a counterattack!"
The third prince shouted.
As soon as he finished shouting, he heard the sound of a thick horn coming from a distance.
That is the direction of Beigang.
The silver-blue light lit up, the magic shield covering North Port was lit up again, and the suspension bridge of the Castel Bridge connecting to the mainland was lowered.
Accompanied by shouts of killing, armored soldiers with magical radiance shining all over their bodies, holding high the flags of Castel and Gaston, rushed out of the Castel Bridge...
"It's the rebellious standing army of Tulip Earldom! They rushed out!"
On the coalition side, when they saw the army attacking the camp, the noble in charge said in horror.
However, amid the chaos, the coalition forces had no time to organize an effective counterattack.
With just one encounter, the defenses set up to besiege the Castel Bridge that day were torn to pieces by the extraordinary standing troops that rushed out... Pretend
"Castle's army attacks!"
"Defeated! Our army was defeated!"
"Withdraw! Withdraw quickly!"
"..."
Various exclamations resounded in the camp, and the coalition forces became more and more confused.
As Castre's army rushed out of North Port and launched a counterattack, the coalition soldiers who had already been frightened by the night attack completely lost their fighting spirit and their morale completely collapsed.
The soldiers abandoned their helmets and fled in a hurry. Even the extraordinary soldiers lost control and ran away.
While fleeing, there was a large area of falls and trampling. For a while, screams and lamentations continued one after another, and the situation became more and more chaotic.
The fire continued to spread, and shouts of death sounded from all directions.
"The third prince is dead!" "Our army is defeated!" Various shouts came over, making the situation completely out of control.
Looking at the army that fled in terror and had completely lost its combat effectiveness, and looked at the combined fleet that was caught in a sea of flames on the sea between the northern and southern fleets, the third prince Philip's face turned extremely pale.
"Your Highness, let's retreat quickly! This is an ambush, an ambush against us!"
Earl Lint shouted anxiously.
"Withdraw... how to evacuate... Beigang Bridge has been taken back..." Pretending
The third prince muttered with his eyes blank.
"Small boat! Take a boat ride on the shore!"
Count Lint killed a charging Castel soldier with one sword and shouted.
"Yes... the boat... we can take the boat!"
The third prince immediately came to his senses and quickly followed, surrounded by his personal guards.
And when he followed Count Lint all the way to the banks of the Dorne River, only the bloody Count Lint and three personal guards were left with him.
"Your Highness...where is Lady Eleanor? Didn't you come out with Lady Eleanor?"
Earl Lint looked behind the third prince and asked eagerly.
The third prince looked at him blankly and shook his head:
"No...she's still in there..."
"well!"
Earl Lint sighed, then turned back:
"Your Highness, please withdraw first, and I will bring Lady Eleanor out! Bold cannot live without Lady Eleanor!"
With that said, he returned to the camp again.
The third prince stared blankly in the direction where Earl Lint was leaving, his expression dejected.
He knew that after tonight, his army would probably be doomed...