Chapter 195 Return to Dragonstone Island
The characteristic of the Dornish people is that they are not afraid of death. When they charge, ordinary soldiers cannot stop them.
Cole refused to retreat and gradually became red-eyed.
"Bastard of Dorne!"
Cole comes from Blackport, and his father is a steward under Lord Dondarrion of Blackport.
Participated in the encounter against the Dornish invasion.
Naturally hostile to the Dornish people.
However, the king's soldiers were not satisfactory and were no match for the Dornish soldiers.
More and more of their companions fell, and the Dornishmen gradually gained the upper hand.
"Hiss..."
The crimson dragon shadow came, and dragon flames swept across the beach, burning the Dornish people to ashes.
Gluttony followed closely behind, and the green dragon flame divided the battlefield.
"Glutton, land!"
Rega thought for a moment and gave the order.
If the enemy and we are fighting together, the dragon flames will cause unnecessary casualties.
The glutton flapped his wings and landed on the ground, trampling several people to death with his feet, raising his head and roaring.
"Get out! Get out!"
Seeing the dragon coming, the Dornish people knew they had no chance of winning and retreated in panic.
"Warriors, pursue!"
Cole defeated the enemy with one sword and ordered the pursuit without hesitation.
Rhaegar frowned slightly and scolded: "Cole, back off immediately!"
The Dornishmen's retreat suited them well.
The Glutton burned the retreating Dornishmen clean with a single blast of dragon flame.
Cole leads his troops to catch up, and they will fall into a melee again.
Cole raised his head after hearing this and looked at Rhaegar in a daze, his white robe soaked in blood.
The soldiers stopped their pursuit and surrounded the Dornishmen who had no time to escape.
Most of the Dornish people fled towards the sea, trying to escape in small boats.
"Dragon Flame!"
Rhaegar gave the order, and the glutton spewed out dragon flames, covering the Dornish people.
In the wailing, everyone died.
"Phew! The battle is over."
Seeing this scene, Cole took off his helmet, his handsome face full of exhaustion.
…
noon.
The sea snake was injured and rested on Bloodstone Island, and Weimond led the soldiers to clean up the battlefield.
Lanino used the sea smoke to patrol the sea area to prevent sneak attacks from the Three Women's Kingdom.
Until then, the fleet from Storm's End was belatedly arriving.
Sixteen warships and two thousand soldiers passed through the sea battlefield burning with green dragon flames and anchored on the coastline of Bloodstone Island.
Rhaenys stepped in to greet her husband.
Rhaegar, Lannino, and Tyran followed.
A small boat pulled up to the beach.
Surrounded by more than a dozen soldiers, a middle-aged man with curly black hair, a bloated figure, and a bloated figure walked down.
Rhaenys looked ugly and said in a deep voice: "Cousin, you are late!"
The middle-aged man had a big belly and said in a loud voice: "Cousin, my father and I received the news, but we came to support all the time."
Rhaegar looked him up and down, then looked at Lanino in a vague way.
Lanino said calmly: "He is Boros Baratheon, the eldest son and heir of Duke Bomond."
"What kind of idiot can't read a word of Chinese characters?"
Rhaegar frowned.
Bomond Baratheon is a heroic and heroic man whose life is full of extraordinary experiences.
But his descendants are really embarrassing.
The Bolos in front of him was his only son.
A man who is aggressive and moody by nature, and relies on the help of a bachelor to even read letters.
Rhaenys did not give Bolos face, and stepped forward to question: "The raven sent a message last night, you should arrive this morning."
If the support from Storm's End had not been delayed, his husband would not be in a difficult battle.
"Cousin, I came to join the war with good intentions, you shouldn't yell at me!"
Bolos turned red and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Boros, if you delay the battle, aren't you afraid of losing the reputation of the Baratheon family!?"
Rhaenys didn't tolerate him. She overcame the guards' obstruction and grabbed Boros by the collar.
Bolos's expression changed, and he glared angrily at Rhaenys, not daring to say any more arrogant words.
Rhaenys stared at him coldly, sniffed closer, and the smell of alcohol hit her face.
Immediately, she knew what was going on.
"Boros, you dare to drink alcohol on the march!"
Rhaenys's face was as frosty as she cursed angrily.
No wonder the Storm's End fleet took so long to arrive.
Bolos must have been drunk and delayed his trip on the road.
Seeing what happened, Bolos became angry and said: "I just had a few drinks, it doesn't matter at all."
"Shut your drunken mouth!"
Rhaenys scolded and said with disappointed eyes: "Stay with the fleet, take the guards back to Storm's End, and I will send a raven to tell your father about this!"
Her mother was of House Baratheon.
Boros's father, Beaumond, was her biological uncle.
Even Rhaenys's hair color was mostly black, mixed with strands of silver hair.
I really didn't expect it.
During the current war, her cousin Bolos was in such a bad state.
After that, he ignored Bolos's excuse and turned around and walked back.
The sea snake was injured before, and was hit by an arrow again today, and has fallen into a coma.
As a wife, Rhaenys had to take care of her.
Walking on the road, Rhaenys asked Rhaegar: "When will support from the Riverlands arrive?"
"As soon as tomorrow night."
Considering the distance from Blackwater Bay to the Stepstone Islands, Rhaegar told the truth.
"The fleets from Velaryon, Celtigar, White Harbor, and Stormlands have been gathered, and support from other places must also be stepped up."
Rhaenys sighed and said thankfully: "Fortunately, the fleets of the Three Women's Kingdom and Dorne were completely wiped out this time, so we can breathe a sigh of relief."
More than eighty warships were burned, and nearly ten thousand soldiers were killed in the dragon flames.
The Three Women's Kingdom and the Dorne Alliance have been severely weakened and will not invade the Stepstone Islands again in the short term.
Tailan hurriedly spoke: "Ten of our ships were destroyed, more were damaged, and food and fresh water resources were not enough."
"If the ship breaks down, call the shipwright to repair it. If the supplies are gone, send someone to rush for them."
Rhaenys was distraught and did not want to hear about the damage.
In the past few days, they had been guarding Bloodstone Island, patrolling and fighting day and night, and the army was exhausted from top to bottom.
"I'll go!"
Rhaegar took the call and said: "The Three Women's Kingdom will not attack again for the time being. Lanino patrols Bloodstone Island, and I ride Glutton to Chaotou Island to transport supplies."
Chaotou Island guards the throat and is the gateway to Blackwater Bay and the Narrow Sea.
When the Shijie Islands War broke out, Chaotou Island had many ports, so it naturally became a material transfer station.
Junlin dispatched the supplies to Chaotou Island, and then transported them from Chaotou Island to the Stone Steps Islands.
Rhaenys thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, I will escort the transport ship then."
She had to sit on Bloodstone Island and couldn't leave.
Rhaegar and Gluttony travel to and from Chaotou Island the fastest.
Moreover, a giant dragon escorting the transport ship can save a lot of manpower and material resources and transport more supplies.
"I'm leaving now to prevent a long night of nightmares."
After accepting the mission, Rhaegar didn't stay long.
Bloodstone Island is littered with corpses and crabs swimming in the smell of blood.
It would be enough for Tailan to handle the removal of the wounded and repairs to the fortifications.
His stay on the island was of little use.
The gluttons lie on the beach, spreading their dragon's kisses to eat the charred corpses.
Seeing Rhaegar approaching, he spat out half of the body in disgust and punched his nose.
"Go away, man!"
Rhaegar climbed onto the dragon's back and sat on the saddle.
"Hiss..."
The glutton neighed, flapped its wings and soared into the air, returning to the throat along the narrow sea.
