"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"Quick, wake all the sailors! We are under attack!"
On the sea, as the oar-sail fleet continued to fire, the joint fleet composed of two duchies also fell into disarray.
No one expected to be attacked at night.
The joint fleet was no exception.
When those dozens of oar-sail warships lined up in formation and began firing at the fleet, the majority of sailors were still sleeping in the hammocks below decks.
Alarm bells were sounded on each warship, rousing sailors who frantically dressed.
The noble commander responsible for directing the entire fleet stood disheveled at the bow of his flagship, peering through a telescope at the strange fleet that kept firing under the moonlight, with an expression of shock, anger, and bewilderment:
"Fleet? Where has this fleet come from?!"
No one could answer his question.
The sudden naval battle had already broken out.
