Chapter 137 The White Flag of the Mill Fleet
Even some Myr warships tried to break out of the siege with their last strength, but they were frightened away by the dragons hovering in the sky. The huge body of Chiying occupies the sky and blocks out the sun. It continuously sprays blazing dragon flames at the Myr warship, as if it is the anger from hell.
The commander of the Myr fleet looked at the giant dragon that was constantly raging in the sky and spraying dragon flames at his own warships. His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of despair and helplessness. He stood blankly on the bow, watching his own warships fall into the sea of fire one after another, and the soldiers screamed one after another.
His heart was full of pain and struggle, and he knew that continuing to resist would only cause more lives to disappear and the fleet to suffer disaster. Finally, after a fierce ideological struggle, he tremblingly gave the order to raise the white flag.
The white flag fluttered feebly in the wind, announcing the end of this fierce naval battle. The sea breeze gradually subsided, and the silence of defeat filled the sea.
After the naval battle, although the soldiers of Gavin's fleet were exhausted, their faces were filled with the joy of victory. They began to rescue their wounded comrades and clear the battlefield.
The soldiers of Myr's fleet were dejected and depressed. Most of their warships were badly damaged, and some were even sinking slowly.
At the same time, the blazing shadow in the sky slowly descended onto the deck of the Belerys. Gavin jumped off the dragon's back neatly. He gently stroked Chiying's scales that exuded hot temperature, and looked at Chiying with eyes full of concern.
Hassan also ran over anxiously at this time, his expression full of awe and excitement.
Jiawen looked far into the distance, looking at the magnificent scene in front of him, and couldn't help but feel filled with emotion. The other party's voluntary surrender gave him more than 20 intact warships, which was undoubtedly an unexpected gift. He immediately ordered Hassan to treat the prisoners well and arrange for experienced personnel to repair the damaged warships. As long as they did not sink, all the ships would be towed back to their own camp.
After a while, the commander of the Myr fleet was brought to Gavin. Under Gavin's special instructions, although he was not disarmed, his originally broad and strong shoulders slumped weakly, his face became as pale as paper, and his bloodshot eyes were dim at the moment. It seems that all hope and fighting spirit have been lost.
I saw him staggering forward a few steps, then kneeling on one knee, tremblingly taking off the sword that symbolized glory and power from his waist, raising his hands high, and bowing his head deeply. He said with a trembling voice: "Dear Dragon King, I am the commander of the Myr fleet - Evan Stuart. I surrender to you on behalf of all the fleet soldiers. I sincerely hope that you will be merciful and spare our lives."
Gavin stared at him with burning eyes, and said calmly and firmly: "Evan Stuart, I accept the surrender of you and your fleet, and will ensure the safety of all of you as I said."
Evan slowly raised his head tremblingly, his eyes flickering, as if he was still experiencing a fierce struggle in his heart, and said: "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Dragon King."
Then, Gavin asked coldly: "Tell me more about the situation in Myr. How many warships are there? Why are you here?"
After hearing this, Evan hesitated for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons between confessing and concealing, and finally said: "Myr. There are less than ten warships left in Myr at this time, but there are more than 5,000 golden regiments in the city. Guard. We came here because we received news from the carrier pigeon that you were attacking Tyrosh, and we were ordered to come to support you."
After hearing this, Gavin nodded slightly, thoughtfully, and then asked: "The Golden Company has tens of thousands of people, and I heard that Myr also hired the Second Sons. Why does Myr only have five thousand people? What is the specific agreement of the Three Cities Alliance? "
Evan lowered his head again, his voice so weak that it was almost hard to hear: "I don't know, Mr. Dragon King, I am just an officer following orders. However, after the Three-City Alliance was reached not long ago, most of Myr's slave soldiers and half of the The Golden Group was dispatched to the junction in the center of the disputed area."
After hearing this, Gavin frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly said: "Evan Stuart, I want you to help command your soldiers to repair the ships and clean the battlefield. After the war is over, you can be free or join My fleet is yours to choose.”
After hearing this, Evan felt like he was being pardoned. He quickly stood up, bowed and saluted: "Thank you again for your kindness, Mr. Dragon King. I guarantee that the surrendered soldiers will not cause you any trouble."
After Gavin heard this, he nodded slightly, and then Evan Stuart was taken down.
Hassan on the side asked worriedly: "Sir, if he is not lying, Mir has lost the ability to fight at sea. Should we still go to Mir Bay?"
After hearing this, Gavin's eyes were firm and he replied decisively: "Go, you must go. Regardless of whether he lied or not, the main force of Myr's fleet is indeed here. My goal is to completely eliminate their sea power, no matter whether it is existing Both warships and shipbuilding factories must be destroyed without leaving any hidden dangers." After speaking, Gavin paused and then ordered with a serious look: "It is enough for me to bring twenty sail warships to attack Mil Port. Since they don’t have enough garrison strength on the shore, take all the remaining warships to support Jorah, and sweep through all the coastal towns with him. Burn everything that can’t be taken away, especially the shipyards. No one can be left behind.”
After hearing this, Hassan immediately straightened his back and said decisively: "I understand, sir, I will make arrangements now!" After that, he turned around and strode to execute the order.
Westeros - the North
The king's motorcade moved forward slowly like a long winding dragon. The iconic crown and stag banner fluttered in the wind, showing the majesty of the king.
Robert Baratheon, the king of the Seven Kingdoms, rode a tall and majestic black warhorse, and his armor shone coldly in the weak sunlight. He held the reins tightly, and his posture was as tall as a mountain. The white knights beside him were all fully armed, with bright and eye-catching emblems on their shields, and long swords clanged in their sheaths.
The motorcade had just passed through the Moat Cailin and was heading towards Winterfell along the King's Road.
The gorgeous wheelhouse bumped forward in the middle of the team, and the wheels were deeply stuck in the mud and pulled out with effort, making a dull sound. The curtains of the car windows were occasionally blown up by the wind, revealing the gorgeous decorations inside and the slightly tired but still proud face of Queen Cersei.
Her eyes swept across the desolate scene of the North, her brows furrowed, and her lips pursed. In her heart, she was extremely reluctant to set foot on this cold, strange and rough land, but Robert Baratheon's determination made her realize that she had no way to resist.
