Chapter 109 Reese's Response

Gavin jumped off Chiying's back, his body light but still carrying the exhaustion after the battle.

Hassan, who had been waiting here for a long time, hurried over as soon as he saw Gavin landing, his face full of eagerness and respect.

"Sir, what was the result of this battle?" Hassan bowed slightly and asked in a very respectful tone.

Gavin looked slightly tired, but the light of victory still shone in his eyes. "The power of wildfire is indeed beyond imagination. All the warships in the Yege Island military port have been burned." He paused, frowned slightly, and then said: "Unfortunately, there are not many wildfires left now, and this unexpected opportunity , and this is the only time.”

Hassan said quickly: "That's very good, sir. There are now less than seventy Lys warships, and naval battles are definitely no match for us." He raised his head, his eyes full of concern, "You haven't rested all night, hurry up Go back to your room and take a nap, I’ll keep an eye on it. The fleet is not expected to arrive in Reese until tomorrow.”

Gavin nodded and walked towards the cabin with a slightly heavy pace.

After returning to the room, he collapsed on the bed. However, his tired body did not stop his thoughts. He lay on the bed and quietly thought about his plan this time.

In this attack on Lys, almost all the fleets from the Stepstone Islands came out. Gavin decisively divided the fleet into two. Sixty huge sail warships were like brave behemoths. They drove directly to Lys Island as the main force, responsible for destroying Lys's fleet and capturing the city of Lys.

The remaining thirty or so longships are tasked with buying time. They must block the sea connections between Lys, Tyrosh, and Myr as much as possible, in order to delay the other side's reaction time and gain more for their own side. time.

Based on the accurate information obtained previously, Reese's fleet docked its ships at three ports. Therefore, Gavin first cleverly used the Lysian longship captured when he captured the Lysian envoy to carefully plan the night attack.

He filled the longship with wildfire, and under the cover of night, he prioritized burning the largest military port in Lys and its warships in one fell swoop. At the same time, he could also destroy the Sann family warships that might be assisting the opponent. It now appears that the first step of the plan was implemented extremely successfully.

Next, as long as Tyrosh and Myr quickly eliminate the remaining fleet of Lys and successfully capture Lys Island before Tyrosh and Myr can react, Gavin will be able to win this war.

By that time, Tyrosh and Myr were faced with the foregone conclusion. Even if they were unwilling to do so, they probably would not dare to act rashly and could only acquiesce in the fact that Gavin had captured Lys.

Inside the Reese Governor's Palace

When Governor Rees, Byron Heywood, learned the bad news that the military port and warships on Nightsong Island had been burned, his anger instantly erupted like a surging volcano, and the furious power seemed to swallow up everything around him. .

"A bunch of trash!" He shouted angrily at his men, his voice full of anger echoing in the huge room for a long time, so strong that it seemed to make the walls tremble.

He was like an irrational beast, pacing back and forth in the room hastily, his eyes were bloodshot and so red that it was terrifying, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed like it could drip out ink.

However, after the storm of anger subsided, worry and fear surged into his heart like a raging tide, uncontrollably. He never expected that the dragon would possess such terrifying power, and its destructive power made him involuntarily feel timid.

His body was trembling slightly, and large beads of cold sweat continued to break out from his forehead and slid down his cheeks. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "Did the Faceless Men fail? Why is Gavin not dead yet? Damn the House of Black and White, what are they doing? Can Reese stop such a powerful force?" The originally unwavering, His eyes, full of confidence, were now occupied by confusion and uneasiness.

"Convene a meeting of governors immediately!" Byron Heywood gave the order in a voice that was almost a roar. "All warships must leave the port and assemble without any delay!" He forced himself to roar and issue the order again, although his tone was still tough. There was no room for doubt, but upon listening carefully, it was clear that he was less confident than before.

"Pass my order and ask the weapon craftsmen to work overtime day and night to make the dragon-hunting crossbows! A sufficient number of dragon-hunting crossbows must be made in the shortest possible time to prepare for emergencies!" His words were urgent and powerful. .

Then, he suddenly shouted to the frightened attendants on the side: "Send a message to Tyrosh and Myr immediately. I request to convene a meeting with the Three Cities Alliance!"

The atmosphere in the room was extremely depressing, as if even the air had solidified, so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe. At this moment, Governor Byron Heywood's heart was tightly intertwined with anger, worry and fear, like a giant web that he could not break free from.

After Byron Haywood's order was issued, the whole of Reese seemed to be ignited in an instant.

At the port, the remaining sixty-one warships moved quickly, with their sails raised high and swaying in the sea breeze. Soldiers shuttled busily among them. They were fully equipped and looked solemn and nervous.

The warships slowly left the port one after another. The oars on both sides of the ship rose and fell neatly, hitting the sea surface and splashing white waves. There was a tense atmosphere in the sea breeze, and the masts of the warships cast long shadows in the sunlight.

At the same time, two specially designated ships were like arrows from a bow, rushing towards Tyrosh and Myr respectively. Their bows split the waves, and their sterns left wide water marks. The sails were blown full by the wind, and they were moving at full speed, as if carrying Lys's last hope.

In Lys, soldiers came and went, carrying weapons and supplies. The sound of clanging came from the blacksmith shop, making final preparations for the war. The whole city was shrouded in a tense atmosphere of preparation for war, waiting for an unknown fate.

The next morning, the sky was like a blue gem, with no clouds in the sky, and the sun poured down without hindrance. The sea surface was as calm as a mirror, and only when the breeze blew gently did it ripple.

The remaining 61 warships of Lys were neatly arranged on the sea, and the hulls rose and fell slightly with the waves.

However, in sharp contrast to this seemingly peaceful scene, the atmosphere on the ship was extremely depressing. The soldiers stood on the deck, their postures were upright, but their eyes revealed deep worry and fear, and the weapons they held tightly could not suppress their inner anxiety.

The sea breeze gently brushed their faces and ruffled their hair, but it could not dispel the depressing atmosphere in the air.

The soldiers were silent, with only the sound of waves hitting the side of the ship and a few low sighs coming from time to time.