Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 107: Burning the Military Port
A tall and solid lighthouse stands at the military port of Yege Island. The tower is made of rough stones and has been eroded by the sea wind, but it is still stable. The observation deck on the top of the tower has a wide view, and a soldier is concentrating on scanning the sea.

The soldier's eyes were sharp, not missing any abnormality. Suddenly, he saw a ship approaching, and he became alert instantly.

As the ship approached, he recognized the flag of Rees. Seeing the familiar flag, the soldier's tense nerves relaxed a little, thinking to himself: "It's Rees's ship, there should be no problem."

However, as the warship approached, the soldier was surprised to find something strange about it. The warship was badly damaged. What was even more incredible to him was that there were only two figures operating on the huge deck.

The soldier stared wide-eyed, trying to see the two men's movements, but they seemed unfamiliar and stiff, very different from the experienced sailors.

The soldier frowned, and suddenly realized that this was Reese's warship that was attacked. This ship was escaped, and there must have been heavy casualties on the crew, so there were only two people operating it.

Finally, the warship approached the entrance of the naval port. The lighthouse at the port emitted a bright light, guiding the ship into the safe harbor.

The warship was getting closer and closer, and the soldier could clearly see the broken and tragic hull, as well as the shaky sails. His heartbeat began to speed up, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

The warship began to turn, as if it was inspecting the warships docked in the port, and it drew an arc and sailed horizontally in the port. The person controlling the sail on the ship stopped his work and began to lift a wooden barrel and throw it towards the docked ship. The barrel slammed heavily into the water, with only a small part exposed above the sea. It was obvious that the thing in the barrel was not light.

As barrels were thrown down one after another, the soldiers who noticed something was wrong quickly sounded the alarm. Suddenly, the camp was brightly lit and noisy. The shouts of people, the clash of weapons, and the sound of hurried footsteps intertwined, breaking the tranquility of the night.

Soldiers rushed out of their tents in a panic, some without even having time to put on their clothes. The generals shouted loudly, trying to sort out the chaotic situation. The light and shadows of torches swayed in the crowd, reflecting the tense and anxious faces.

At this moment, suddenly a deafening roar came from the air. The sound seemed to tear the sky apart and made people tremble with fear.

Upon hearing the sound, several sentry towers quickly blew special horns, the sound was shrill and rapid.

As the horn sounded, the entire camp suddenly became more panicked, and fear spread rapidly like a plague.

Several generals shouted at the top of their lungs: "The dragon is coming! The dragon is coming! Run to the boat and turn on the dragon-hunting crossbow on the boat!" Their voices were almost hoarse in the chaos.

"Get on board! Get on board!" Such shouts came one after another. The soldiers and others in the camp rushed frantically towards the ship docked at the port. The crowd was like a tide, pushing and crowding each other. Some people were pushed to the ground and trampled by countless feet in an instant, making miserable cries.

The cries of children and the screams of women in the camp were mixed together, creating a doomsday scene. People ran desperately, holding their weapons tightly in their hands, their eyes full of fear, hoping to find a glimmer of hope under the attack of the dragon.

At this moment, the damaged warship stopped throwing barrels into the water and drove at full speed towards the densest area of ​​docked warships, showing no sign of slowing down, obviously not caring about its own safety. With people shouting in fear, there was a loud "boom", and the damaged warship crashed into the middle of the crowded warships like an out-of-control beast.

The huge impact force caused the surrounding warships to shake violently, and the sound of the wood planks breaking was crisp and harsh. Wood chips flew everywhere at the collision, like exploding fireworks. Some soldiers lost their balance and fell into the sea, splashing huge water.

The warships that were hit had deep dents, their sides were broken, and seawater rushed in. The warships that were originally tightly arranged and docked suddenly became chaotic, squeezing and colliding with each other. Masts were broken, sails fell, and the whole place was in a mess. Cries, curses, and cries for help intertwined into a symphony of despair at this moment.

The soldier who first sounded the alarm stood on a high place, overlooking the chaotic scene below and the damaged warships that were forced to stop due to the collision, and fear flashed involuntarily in his eyes.

The two people on the deck stopped their actions, one of them slowly took a torch, and the other followed closely behind him and walked towards the cabin together.

As they moved slowly, the soldier's ominous premonition became stronger, as if an invisible hand was tightly grasping his heart.

Until the two figures completely disappeared in the cabin and their trace could no longer be seen on the deck, the soldier's heart sank to the bottom in an instant. A deep fear enveloped him, as if a huge disaster was about to befall.

Gavin rode on Blazing Shadow, soaring in the night sky. He looked down at the Nightsong Island naval port below, which was brightly lit and in chaos. The crowd was surging like a swarm of ants, with shouts, footsteps, and the sound of metal colliding. Warships collided with each other, wood chips flew everywhere, and the sea was stirred into turbulent waves.

A soldier ran onto the boat first, veins popping out of his hands. He first tore off the oilcloth covering the dragon-hunting crossbow and threw it aside without hesitation. Then, he tightly grasped the wheel with both hands and shook it frantically with all his strength. Every turn was accompanied by heavy breathing, and the wheel made a "creaking" sound. After winding the string, he quickly took out a long crossbow arrow and carefully placed it in the crossbow slot, his movements were skillful and precise.

At this moment, his expression became extremely focused. He quickly aimed the dragon hunting crossbow into the air, his eyes fixed on the dark sky. His gaze was so sharp that it seemed to be able to penetrate the endless night. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his whole body entered a highly tense state of preparation for battle.

Finally, most of the soldiers successfully boarded the docked warship. They acted quickly, opening their dragon-hunting crossbows one after another, their eyes tense and focused, carefully searching for their targets in the dark sky.

At this moment, the scene was a little quiet, like the brief calm before the storm. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the unknown danger to come.

Suddenly, without any warning, the damaged warship exploded violently.

In an instant, a dazzling green flame gushed out like a demon, and then swallowed everything around it.

(End of this chapter)