Lord: I can see loyalty.

"Next, all troops assemble!"

Vio raised the Will of the South high, facing west: "Pursue the enemy forces, and the target: Port Friedo in the west!"

"go ahead!"

The captains under his command repeated their response. Apart from a few fast ships left behind to collect the warships and prisoners of war, the remaining 17 warships of the Southern Fleet began to pursue the fleeing enemy at full speed.

After advancing for about a minute, they soon came into view of the remnants of the army.

Clearly, like the pirates of the past, this group of enemies had lost a large number of men and were no longer able to row their ships at full speed.

"White Shark! Those guys from the Southern Border are here! What do we do?!"

The Golden Tooth Pirate squinted and saw the large fleet behind him. His previous excitement was gone, replaced by panic.

"Calm down." White Shark frowned and scolded the other party, but his expression was no better.

He understood perfectly well that the other side would not let them go this time and was obviously going to pursue them to the western border. At their current speed, they would be caught up soon.

Now that things have come to this, all we can do is...

"Gold Tooth," he whispered, so that only he and the gold-toothed pirate could hear him, or rather, everyone else was too frightened by the Southern Navy's pursuit to pay attention to anything else.

"Have the veterans from those damaged warships in the back move to the ships in front of us."

White Shark practically bit his lip as he spoke, his face full of defiance.

"Hey! Do you mean...?" The gold-toothed pirate's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything.

"Stop yelling like a madman, and don't forget Lord Philip's request." White Shark cursed at him, then continued impatiently, "The main force must be preserved—send a few men over separately, without attracting attention, and tell them it's my request."

"Okay, okay!"

The gold-toothed pirate dared not argue any further; if he said another word, he might be the next one to be abandoned.

He quickly gathered a few of his longtime associates, furtively told them his plan, and, seeing their equally wide-eyed expressions, hurriedly added:

"Alright, stop asking so many questions, just go."

Before long, the leading large warships from the Western Frontier were already teeming with people, with almost every ship reaching its maximum capacity.

After the division of labor was clearly defined, the White Shark quickly arrived at the stern. The rowers sat on the long benches on each horizontal deck to ensure that the warship could return to the West as quickly as possible.

"Soldiers, those southern landlubbers dare to pursue us? Beyond that lies our western territory. Commander Philip's reinforcements will arrive soon. Prepare for a counterattack!"

The pirates on the other warships looked at each other in confusion. The group of inexperienced young pirates were the first to react, responding enthusiastically and drawing their weapons.

Some veteran pirates, however, already understood what was going on.

They're going to be abandoned!

However, most of the veteran pirates had already been sent to various large warships. The remaining old pirates were either too weak to be chosen, or they had been seriously injured in the recent battle and were no longer worth bringing back.

Therefore, they understood that resistance by a few was pointless, so they decided to find a few small fast boats and escape in the chaos.

Amid the chaos, the last few warships and fast boats of the Western Fleet quickly turned around and aimed their broadside ballistae at the Southern Navy.

The great white shark saw this opportunity and, without hesitation, shouted to the rowers, "Go! Full speed ahead!"

Following the wind, the leading large warships sped towards the western border, leaving only a few already somewhat damaged warships and fast ships to fight against the southern border.

At this moment, the group of young pirates finally realized what was happening. Many of them shouted that they should turn back to the western border, but most of them understood that it was impossible to escape at this distance!

Vio, standing at the bow of the largest warship in the Southern Territory, kept his eyes fixed on the Western Territory pirates, who appeared to outsiders to be in complete chaos.

"My lord, it seems they've been abandoned, which is quite common in such situations." Jimmy stepped forward from beside him, also looking at the Western Pirates.

"Let's wipe out these abandoned pirates first. We're not worried about them escaping, since we're heading to the western border anyway."

Vio withdrew his gaze, showing no concern whatsoever for the group of pirates who had fled.

Faced with such a group of demoralized pirates, the Southern Navy naturally had no trouble. Led by several knight captains, they completely took control of several warships in less than five minutes.

"Send a small group of men back to tell Glenn and others stationed in the village of Caislow to lead the militia in preparation for an attack on Port Friedow, using a signal fire."

Following Vio's orders, several fast ships and a warship were quickly separated from the fleet to lead the prisoners of war and the enemy's warships back to the southern border, and to deliver the message.

Meanwhile, Vio and his men continued to lead their army forward, heading straight for Frido Port.

In less than half an hour, they could see the docks of Freedore Port. At that moment, the group of pirates who had fled back to the West had just disembarked and also spotted the Southern Navy behind them.

"Knights, militiamen, prepare for battle!"

This time, it wasn't Vio who spoke, but Jimmy, who moved across the deck of the largest warship, relaying the message to everyone.

On the western port of Frido, the crowd was in complete chaos.

"The knights of the South are coming!"

"Prepare for battle! Where are the archers? Where did they go?"

"..."

The pirates surged chaotically on the dock, and the laborers or owners of the merchant ships, disregarding any notion of "Lord Philip's debts," were forced to stay under the pirates' threat.

They all understood that Freedore was about to be trampled by the iron boots of the Southern Knights!

"Ready, set!"

After the Southern Navy drew closer, the pirates at the docks drew their bows, attempting to prevent them from landing.

"shoot!"

Whoosh whoosh!

Scattered and chaotic arrows flew out, but only landed on the sea or on the shields attached to the ship's side.

These pirates had little experience with crossbows, and more importantly, their weapons were too poor quality to hit anything at this distance.

On the southern warship, a group of militiamen dressed in uniform leather armor came to the ship's side with identical bows and arrows, and drew their longbows in a standardized manner.

puff!

A deluge of arrows rained down on the dock!

Before the pirates could react, they were shot through the body or head, and screams of agony filled the air.

"Retreat! Retreat!" The pirate in charge of giving the order was dumbfounded. He couldn't understand why the arrows of those Southern Border warriors could shoot so far.

All he knew was that if he didn't run, he would be the one impaled in his body!

Vio remained standing at the bow, coldly watching the scene unfold. He had given the unrelated laborers and merchants time to evacuate, and he couldn't care less about the rest.

Several southern warships quickly arrived at the dock, and the Azure-Topped Knights, now dressed in knight armor, rushed out, swords and shields or spears in hand.

This instantly turned the famous western port into a sea of ​​people.

"Deploy your forces and secure the surrounding area!"

Jimmy raised his longsword and shouted, "Cover the Count's landing!"

On the shallow sea, Vio, wading through knee-deep water, had already landed at this once-prosperous port.

On land, knights holding weapons and forming ranks were waiting, along with countless arrows left behind earlier.