When the time came, the Strait of Salamis, still foggy, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell weakly through the clouds on the sea, and the sky and the earth seemed gray.

At this time, the Battle of Salamis, the Olympian Alliance, the Holy Rome, the Eastern Romans, the Slavic Barbarians, and the Mermaid Kingdom of the Sea of Koto were almost all of their naval forces concentrated on this narrow sea, and the outcome of the war would determine the ownership of the sea of Kono, and even change the situation of the entire Balkan War.

When Elrens, Ernie and Prince Prian led the Illyrian Navy, the Tiger Shark Knights of the Mermaid Kingdom, and the Partenon Puppet Legion to the northern end of the Strait of Salamis, they caught up with the Slavic fleet that was rushing out at full speed. Due to the fog, when the two sides found each other, the distance was very close, so a sea encounter immediately began!

Encounters are about making quick decisions and disrupting chaos, and there is no extra time to carefully arrange the formation. This was in line with the meaning of the Abyssal Sea Dragon Leviathan, who was at the front of the fleet, and almost without hesitation, he launched the first attack on the ships that rushed to the front of the enemy fleet. An ultra-high-pressure water column slammed into the enemy ship like a battering ram, and after a loud bang, the bow of the enemy ship was slammed into a shocking crack several meters long!

Immediately afterward, Admiral Adonis of Illyria and Prince Prian of the Merfolk Kingdom also commanded their respective troops into battle. The fierce attack overwhelmed the Slavic fleet, which, despite their numerical superiority, was trapped by the narrow terrain of the strait. It's hard to play a formation. In addition, he was attacked by the other party first, and he could only be beaten passively everywhere, not only could he not continue to rush out of the strait. Instead, they were beaten back one after another.

While the Illyrian navy lined up in a row and fired a frenzied salvo into the strait with its magic cannons on the side of the river, the Slavic fleet was unable to turn and had to rely on the main guns installed in the bow to return fire, which were powerful but few in number and slow to replenish mana. In a confrontation with the Illyrian Navy, it was completely at a disadvantage.

The Eastern Roman admiral Tarasa, who commanded the Slavic fleet, was anxious that the Slavic bears were not good at naval warfare, and that the sailors were made up of alien tribes within their country. Including humans, elves, mermaids, etc., the composition is very complex, and it is a group of rabble who can only fight with the wind.

Originally, their task was only to cover the flanks of the main fleet, which was barely competent. After entering the Strait of Salamis. Due to the narrowness of the shipping lanes, they gradually became the rear of the fleet. When they received the order from Field Marshal Mendez to immediately turn on the spot and rush out of the strait as the vanguard of the entire combined fleet, Thalassa immediately realized that they had fallen into the trap of the enemy!

As expected, when they rushed at full speed to about a kilometer from the exit of the strait. It was met with a head-on attack by the enemy forces lying in ambush here. The experienced Thalassa reacted quickly and immediately ordered the fleet to return fire on one side. While continuing to move forward at full speed. Because he knew that under such an encirclement, any hesitation would bring about a catastrophe, and only by taking advantage of the fog and rushing into the enemy ship group with super determination, and dragging the other side into the melee with chaos, it was possible to break a gap in the encirclement and give the main force of the Eastern Roman fleet in the rear a chance to escape the strait and avoid annihilation.

However, the generals of the Slavic fleet under Thalassa did not agree with him, and in the face of the enemy's powerful fire interception network at the exit of the strait, they stopped their advance after the initial severe blows, and even quietly reversed their vehicles, hoping to reduce their losses by taking advantage of the fog and the cover of friendly ships. Although these generals know that if they can't break through the gap in a short time, hesitation will only end up being a dead end. But the problem is that if you rush forward now, you will definitely die, and only the Eastern Roman fleet, which will take advantage of the chaos to follow, will be saved! In that case, why should you sacrifice others to be saved? If you want to die, everyone should die together!

Thalasa knew exactly what he was thinking about the barbarian generals under him, and at this time he was anxious and angry, and he kept shouting and scolding, and ordered the warships to charge forward at once. But the generals disobeyed, and the warships took two steps back, and the bloom never improved.

Soon after, the main forces of the Eastern Roman fleet under the command of Mendez also arrived on the battlefield. However, the confusion at the exit of the Strait of Salamis, however, surprised the marshal, whose Slavic fleet, which he had ordered to lead, was still in disarray with the enemy in front of them, and instead of rushing forward to break through, they cowered in the fog and constantly dodged the oncoming artillery fire. Several of these warships were destroyed and damaged, and they were stranded in the middle of the strait, further aggravating the narrow terrain! The exit was so blocked that even if the Eastern Roman fleet wanted to rush forward and kill the enemy, it would not be able to jump over the head of the Slavic fleet in front!

Shocked and furious, Mendes immediately ordered someone to turn on the magic communicator and connect with General Tarasa, who was in charge of commanding the Slavic fleet. Soon after, the general's sweaty, tired face appeared in the crystal ball.

"Thalasa!!!What are you doing, do you want to destroy the whole fleet to be happy?!" the marshal immediately burst out scolding.

Tarasa wiped the sweat from his face and explained with difficulty: "Your Excellency, Marshal, it is my incompetence, those barbarians are not willing to listen to orders at all, and they are not willing to rush forward no matter what!"

Mendes gritted his teeth, he knew the virtue of the Slavs, and he couldn't completely blame the other party for this, he could only blame himself for not being prepared, let alone expecting to be surrounded here! In fact, the enemy's ambush may not have anything particularly clever, if it was the Eastern Roman fleet in front, I was afraid that it would have already begun to break through, but it was indeed the Slavic fleet in front!

Thinking of this, the marshal shouted hatefully: "Sue them! If you don't want to charge, get out of the way and make way for Lao Tzu!"

Talasa said with a bitter face: "The fleet is in a mess now, even if you order them to get out of the way, it will take a while...... Hey, what's that?!"

(To be continued......)