Chapter 130 The First Legion

Seeing the previous scene, Daenerys walked towards her residence anxiously. When she learned that Gavin was at the military camp, she turned around and walked quickly in the direction of the military camp without hesitation.

The sun shines on the land of the military camp, and the raised dust dances in the golden light.

When Gavin saw Daenerys who suddenly arrived, before she asked her why she was here, she couldn't wait to tell about the miserable scenes of the slaves she had seen before. Her eyes full of longing and helplessness were deep in her eyes. It hurt her heart.

Her eyes were burning and she said with expectation: "Gavin, we must give these slaves freedom! Look at them, living an inhuman life and suffering endless torture, how can we just sit back and watch?"

Gavin frowned slightly, his eyes were deep, and after thinking for a moment, he responded: "Actually, I have had this idea for a long time. Slaves lack enthusiasm and production efficiency is low. Slavery severely limits the development of the territory. This is extremely harmful to our future. Unfavorable. But rashly abolishing slavery will definitely cause chaos. I originally planned to set up various industries for slaves to work according to the model of the Stepped Stone Islands. Any slave can be freed after five years of work, and those who perform well can have their years shortened. But now that slaves are migrating on a large scale, people's hearts are floating, and we really need to announce this news as soon as possible to calm people's hearts."

After hearing this, Daenerys' face instantly burst into a smile of joy, and she said excitedly: "Then let me do this. I want them to know that hope is about to come to their lives."

Looking at Daenerys's enthusiastic face, Gavin couldn't help but think of Daenerys' kindness when watching the show in her previous life, for which she paid a lot of price, but now that he was in control of the situation, it was okay. It could satisfy her kindness. Thinking of this, Gavin nodded and said, "Okay, then you can arrange it, but you must pay attention to the wording and make sure everyone understands that this is a gift from the lord."

After hearing this, Daenerys was filled with joy, like a light bird, turned around and left quickly, eager to bring this glimmer of hope to the suffering slaves.

Daenerys traveled to several slave settlements, constantly announcing the policy of freedom to the slaves, and ordered the soldiers to unshackle all the slaves.

The slaves were silent at first when they heard the news, as if they couldn't believe their ears. But soon, the expression of disbelief turned to extreme surprise and excitement, and the crowd burst into deafening cheers. Some of them cried with joy, with tears falling down their cheeks; some hugged each other and cheered; some knelt down to thank, murmuring praises for Daenerys and Gavin.

Just when Daenerys made her last announcement, an older slave came forward, holding the heavy shackles that had just been released in his hands, respectfully presented them to Daenerys, and shouted: "You and Lord Gavin is our savior, the breaker of shackles!" Everyone responded, shouting in unison: "The breaker of shackles!"

In this warm atmosphere, some soldiers hurried over and announced loudly to the crowd: "Anyone who voluntarily joins the army will be free in three years. The wives, sons and daughters of those who join the army will also enjoy the three-year policy, and those who have made military exploits can If they directly exchange military merit for freedom, they are more likely to become officers, and their children will be recruited to the academy for training!" This news was like pouring another bucket of oil on the burning flame, and the enthusiasm of the slaves was instantly ignited to the extreme.

Many young and strong men came forward one after another. With burning fire in their eyes, they walked out of the crowd to sign up without hesitation.

Among them, a tall, muscular young man, who originally looked haggard due to long-term slavery, was full of high morale at the moment and shouted loudly: "I want to join the army and fight for freedom!" His voice echoed in his voice. echoed in the crowd, sparking a response from more people.

A thin boy with firm eyes also pushed his way to the front. Although his body was not fully grown, he had courage and shouted in a slightly immature voice: "I want to go too, I want to use my strength In exchange for true freedom!”

A middle-aged slave with a face full of vicissitudes of life, with traces of time and the pain of slavery engraved on his face, stood up resolutely at this moment, "Although I am no longer young, I still have the strength to fight for freedom!" He said His words infected the people around him, and more people expressed their willingness to join the army.

For a time, the voices of people signing up to join the army were heard one after another, resounding throughout the sky.

As the last batch of supplies and slaves were transported to Lys Island, order was gradually restored to the originally chaotic dock. The noisy shouts gradually subsided, the pushing and fighting of the crowd also slowly stopped, and the chaos finally receded like a tide.

Although slaves were very enthusiastic about joining the army, after strict screening, only 5,000 were selected. Most of them are recruits with no combat experience, and their green faces are full of confusion and expectations for the future. Due to lack of training and actual combat experience, it is difficult to form a strong combat capability in a short period of time.

Gavin looked at these five thousand new soldiers. He decided to train them first and only participate in the task of defending the city. Since this was the first army Gavin had in the true sense, he named them the First Legion.

At this moment, Hassan came in a hurry and told Gavin that the messenger of Volantis had arrived on the Isle of Lys and wanted to see him. The other party claimed that he was under the influence of Malachor Meguya, the consul of Volantis. Order to come.

In a spacious hall, Gavin sat on a heavy wooden chair in the center, with Jorah and Hassan sitting on the left and right respectively. The hall was extremely quiet, like the calm sea before a storm.

Outside the hall, the breeze gently fluttered the military flag, which swayed slightly and made a subtle rubbing sound.

Soon, the envoy and his followers of Volantis strode into the hall under the guidance of the guards. He held his head high and walked steadily and powerfully. He was wearing a gorgeous and exquisite silk robe embroidered with Volantis' unique and complex patterns. The gold thread flashed dazzlingly in the sun, showing his noble and extraordinary status. There was an elusive expression on his face, and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk. He looked up and down at Gavin, as if he wanted to see through his mind.

Gavin narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the uninvited guest calmly. The envoy first bowed slightly politely, and the action seemed respectful, but with a hint of perfunctory. Then he straightened his back, cleared his throat, and said in a low and penetrating voice: "Respected Dragon King Gavin, I am here on behalf of Volantis, Myr, and Tyrosh by the order of Archon Malachor Megaya. Archon Malachor is in charge of the command of the coalition forces of the three cities at this time."