That night, the sound of Avros's trumpet sounded as usual on the sea. The sharp sound fluctuated back and forth between high and low, like a sirens that made people erect their hair.

Normally, this fleet would enter the Black Sea Strait slightly and immediately retreat after the navy of the Island Republic launched an attack. But this time, they lined up outside the Black Sea Strait and were ready for battle.

The hands quickly pressed and put down one of the Avros's mouths with their fingers, causing more fluctuations in the music. In the fluctuation, the tune of the music gradually changed, and it sounded like a woman's whimper.

Ipolita listened in the Black Sea Strait with his eyes closed. Her father taught her Avros. Their clan had to learn the traditional instruments of the Seven Hills Empire from generation to generation, but they seemed to want to use this ancient instrument to show off with something than a skill of making a living.

The sound of the Avros tube gradually became wider from sharpness, and it merged with the tender grass blown by the wind on the land, the waves leaping from the wind on the sea, and everything on the entire battlefield.

"Damn, why did they keep blowing the trumpet today?" Contalini cursed, "When will it take to attack?"

"They won't attack tonight. Didn't you notice it? Our formation has made them sense the fighting spirit of our side." Epolita said, "This music is a signal of a decisive battle. They are inviting us to enter the battlefield."

"So confident?" Contalini panicked. "Then, are we going out?"

"If Andrea was really sure to defeat our fleet outside the Black Sea Strait, the King of Sweden's transport fleet could be more open-minded. They are now showing this confident attitude, afraid they want to deliberately scare us and prevent us from going out, right?"

Ipolita aimed his bow at the sky and shot a fire in the void. A ray of light flew into the sky like an arrow. It was not as dazzling as it was in the daytime, but it still illuminated half of the battlefield.

This was the command of the attack. Contalini wiped the sweat from his face and carefully directed the fleet out of the Black Sea Strait.

But who would have thought that as soon as their fleet had just emerged from the Black Sea Strait, Andrea's fleet changed its calm "invitation" situation and suddenly started at full speed, surrounding them like a net.

Contalini couldn't help but curse again: "Damn it! Andrea is also a famous naval general. How could he smell like a street hooligan when fighting?"

"Doesn't this even more telling that Andrea is just scaring us? Even if we leave the Black Sea Strait, they are not sure!" Ipolita said, "I don't understand naval warfare, but Contarini, you are also a naval general, and you should not be afraid of Andrea. Just do the same as usual, just deal with the moves!"

"Yes, it makes sense, it makes sense!" Contalini nodded repeatedly, then shouted at the troops beside him, "The troops that have already gone to sea are ready to fight and advance slowly before the rear troops are ready."

Therefore, the fleet that had sailed out of the Black Sea Strait formed a nearly arc-shaped circular formation around the sea outlet. This was not a commonly used formation by the navy, but the bow of the warships of the Island Republic were loaded with ocean fire. This formation could make it difficult for Andrea's fleet to get close to the fleet of the Island Republic, giving the warships behind them time to go out to sea.

Such a formation really made Andrea's fleet dare not continue to move forward, but only shot with the Island Republic from afar with bows and arrows. Both sides suffered casualties, but during this confrontation, the Island Republic's fleet was continuously sailing out of the Black Sea Strait.

Andrea seemed to be unable to sit still. After a round of bows and arrows, his fleet finally rushed towards the arc-shaped circular formation.

"Prepare!" shouted Contalini, "Fire of the Ocean!"

The jet device loaded on the bow of the ship spit out a fierce tongue of flames. For a moment, the entire battlefield heard a deafening explosion. The splashes caused by the explosion were like a waterfall falling from the sky. The stormy water waves made the large warships rise and fall like a small boat. Several Ligurian warships rushing in the front suddenly fell into the sea of ​​fire. The ships behind were frightened and dared not continue to move forward.

At this moment, a harsh trumpet suddenly sounded in the fleet of the Republic of Liguria, and a ship with huge family heraldry on the sail quickly rushed from behind to the front.

"It's Andrea's flagship! In order to boost morale, this old guy finally couldn't help but rush up!" Contalini shouted excitedly, "One more, Ocean Fire!"

Amid the explosion, the flagship that rushed up was also ignited in an instant. Contalini saw an old man jumping from the flagship to another ship under the help of a soldier.

"So amazing, even Andrea is helpless against the fire of the ocean!" Contalini was so excited that she couldn't help it. She grabbed the flag of the messenger and waved it on the bow of the ship. "Now is the opportunity! rush up! rush up! Capture Andrea Doria alive!"

But the soldiers who received the order looked at me at a loss - the ocean fire was burning and spreading on the sea ahead of them, and they really didn't dare to break through this sea of ​​fire to pursue.

"Damn it, if I had known that the ocean fire was so powerful, I should have left a mouthful!" Contalini spat. This was actually the first time he used ocean fire in actual combat, and he was inevitably a little unfamiliar with it. Seeing that Andrea's ship had begun to turn around and retreat, he was anxious and almost gave the order to put out the fire. If the soldiers hadn't stopped him, he would have brought a bucket of drinking water to the fire on the sea.

After the ocean fire was extinguished, Andrea's fleet had already sailed for a distance.

"Catch it! Don't worry about the formation!" Contarini shouted anxiously, "Destroy the fleet of the Republic of Liguria, I will give you all a Nomisma reward! I will give you a hundred!"

"No." Ipolita stopped Contarini. "Andrea lost only seven warships in the attack just now, six of which were running fast and rushing in front of them. The overall strength of their fleet has not been much weakened. If the pursuit disrupts the formation, if we are counterattacked, we may fail."

"But the seventh ship is Andrea's flagship! They even lost the flagship, how could they have the intention to fight back!"

"It's so simple that I'm going to throw away the flagship, I'm afraid it's just Andrea's strategy to lure the enemy." Ipolita said, "It's okay to pursue, but the formation must not be messed up. I'm worried that Andrea and the Swedish king will lay ambush halfway."
Chapter completed!