"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"Wake up all the sailors! We are under attack!"
On the sea, as the galley fleet continued to fire, the joint fleet of the two principalities also fell into chaos.
No one would have thought that they would be attacked at night.
The same is true for the Combined Fleet.
When dozens of galleys lined up and fired at the fleet, most of the sailors were still sleeping in hammocks in the cabins.
Alarm bells rang on every warship, and the awakened sailors hurriedly put on their clothes.
The noble commander in charge of the entire fleet stood at the bow of the flagship in dishevelled clothes, looking through the telescope at the strange fleet that kept firing at him under the moonlight. He looked shocked, angry and confused:
"Fleet? Where does this fleet come from?!"
No one could answer his question.
This sudden naval battle has broken out.
Under the cover of night, the strange fleet that appeared out of nowhere was like a ghost in the darkness, continuously firing at the combined fleet.
The anchored warships of the Combined Fleet had no time to raise their sails. Under the cover of night, the warships were like sitting ducks, and were damaged one after another under the bombardment of the galley fleet...
"God, they were able to aim at us! Can they see so clearly at night?!"
On the battleship's observation tower, the sailors looked at the bombardment, which was just as accurate as the one during the day, with expressions of fear and confusion.
"The Transcendents... They have Transcendents that can see at night!"
The noble commander reacted quickly.
Specks of silver light rose above the sea, and some warships activated their magic shields.
Seeing the bright light, the noble commander's expression changed instantly:
"Idiot! The person on the other side has night vision! Send a signal quickly to have them lower their shields!"
However, it was too late.
Another series of artillery fire sounded, and magic-breaking stone bullets hit the battleship with the illuminated shield like raindrops. The magic shield flashed a few times before being pierced, and the battleship was turned into a sieve in the sound of artillery fire, and then slowly capsized...
"Quick! Hoist the sails! Drop the heavy objects and sail northwest! Gunners, get ready to fire back!"
The commander ordered.
However, not long after he gave the order, more artillery fire was heard from the northeast.
"Oh no! The Castel fleet has also left the port!"
The sailor on the watchtower cried out in horror again.
The noble commander also noticed the bombardment coming from the northeast.
He picked up the telescope and looked towards the brightly lit North Port. Outside the port, he could vaguely see a number of sailing warships leaving the North Port and heading northwest. They cooperated with the sail fleet in the south to complete the encirclement of the combined fleet.
ambush…
This was an ambush that was prepared in advance!
The noble commander realized everything immediately, his face turned pale...
As the Castel fleet left the port, the battle on the sea broke out completely.
At the same time, the coalition forces of the principalities on land fell into further chaos.
No soldier knew where the enemy came from, and under the cover of night, it seemed that the camp was full of enemies.
Screams and sounds of fighting rang out one after another, ghostly figures kept shuttling back and forth in the camp, and overturned torches set the tents on fire, illuminating the sky red.
"Where are the extraordinary regulars?! Where are our extraordinary regulars?!"
Looking at the camp in chaos, the third prince grabbed a noble by the collar and said angrily.
The nobleman turned pale and replied tremblingly:
"Your Highness... Your Highness... It's too chaotic. We haven't had time to organize yet, and we don't know how many enemies there are..."
"Blow the horn! Send the signal! Deploy the formation and organize a counterattack!"
The third prince roared.
As soon as he finished shouting, he heard the heavy sound of a horn coming from afar.
That's the direction of Beigang.
A silver-blue light lit up, and the magic shield covering the North Port was lit up again, and the suspension bridge of the Castel Bridge connecting to the mainland was lowered.
With shouts of killing, armored soldiers with magical brilliance all over their bodies rushed out of the Castel Bridge, holding high the flags of Castel and Gaston...
"It's the standing army of the Earldom of Tulip that rebelled! They rushed out!"
On the coalition side, the noble in charge of command said in horror when he saw the army attacking the camp.
However, in the chaos, the coalition forces had no time to organize an effective counterattack.
In just one encounter, the fortifications set up during the day to besiege the Castel Bridge were torn to pieces by the extraordinary regulars who rushed out...
"Castel's army attacks!"
"Defeated! Our army was defeated!"
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"
"… "
All kinds of exclamations echoed in the camp, and the coalition forces became more and more confused.
As Castel's army rushed out of North Port and launched a counterattack, the Allied soldiers, who had already become frightened birds in the night attack, completely lost their will to fight and their morale completely collapsed.
The soldiers threw away their armor and weapons and fled in panic. Even the extraordinary soldiers lost control and fled.
As people fled, there were large-scale falls and trampling. For a moment, screams and wails continued, and the situation became more and more chaotic.
The flames continued to spread and shouts of killing came from all directions.
"The third prince is dead!" "Our army is defeated!" All kinds of shouts were heard, making the situation completely out of control.
Looking at the army that was fleeing in panic and had completely lost its combat effectiveness, and looking at the combined fleet that was caught in the sea of fire after being caught between the two fleets from the north and the south, the third prince Philip's face turned extremely pale.
"Your Highness, let's retreat quickly! This is an ambush, an ambush targeting us!"
Count Lindt cried anxiously.
"Retreat... How to retreat... Beigang Bridge has been recaptured..."
The third prince muttered with dull eyes.
"Boat! Take the boat on the shore!"
Count Lint shouted as he killed a Castel soldier who rushed over with one sword.
"Yes... a boat... we can take a boat!"
The third prince immediately came to his senses and hurriedly followed, surrounded by his personal guards.
And when he followed Earl Lint all the way to the banks of the Dorne River, only the blood-soaked Earl Lint and three of his personal guards were left by his side.
"Your Highness... Where is Lady Eleanor? Didn't you bring Lady Eleanor with you?"
Count Lint looked behind the Third Prince and asked anxiously.
The third prince looked at him blankly and shook his head:
"No... She's still in there..."
"well!"
Count Lint sighed, then turned back:
"Your Highness, please withdraw first. I will go and bring Lady Eleanor out! Boulder cannot be without Lady Eleanor!"
Having said that, he returned to the camp again.
The third prince stared blankly at the direction where Count Lint left, with a dejected look on his face.
He knew that after tonight, his army would probably be doomed...