Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 109 Reese's Response

Gavin jumped off Chiying's back, his figure was light but he was tired after the battle.

Hassan, who had been waiting here, hurried over as soon as he saw Gavin land, his face full of eagerness and respect.

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

Gavin looked a little tired, but there was still a gleam of victory in his eyes. "The power of the wildfire is indeed beyond imagination. All the warships in the Night Song Island Naval Port have been burned." He paused, frowned slightly, and then said: "Unfortunately, there are not many wildfires left now, and this opportunity to surprise the enemy is only this once."

Hassan said quickly, "That's good too, sir. There are less than 70 warships in Rees now, and they are definitely no match for us in a naval battle." He raised his head, his eyes full of concern, "You haven't rested all night, go back to your room and get some sleep. I'll keep an eye on it here. It is estimated that the fleet will arrive in Rees tomorrow."

Gavin nodded and walked towards the cabin with slightly heavy steps.

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 thought quietly about his plan.

In this attack on Lys, the fleet of the Stepstones was almost fully deployed. Gavin decisively divided the fleet into two, and the sixty huge sailing warships, like brave beasts, were the main force heading straight to Lys Island, responsible for destroying Lys' fleet and capturing the city of Lys.

The remaining thirty or so longships were tasked with buying time. They had to block the sea links between Lys, Tyrosh and Myr as much as possible, so as to delay the opponent's reaction time and buy more time for themselves.

According to the accurate intelligence obtained earlier, Rees' fleet docked its ships at three ports. Therefore, Gavin first cleverly used the Rees-style longship that he had seized when he captured Rees's envoy, and carefully planned a night attack.

He filled the longboat with wildfire, and under the cover of night, he first burned down the largest military port in Rees and its warships, and at the same time destroyed the warships of the Thorn family that might help. Now it seemed that the first step of the plan was extremely successful.

Next, as long as Gavin could quickly destroy the remaining fleet of Lys and successfully capture the Island of Lys before Tyrosh and Myr could react, he would be able to win the war.

By then, faced with the inevitable outcome, Tyrosh and Myr would probably not dare to act rashly, even if they were unwilling, and could only acquiesce to the fact that Gavin had taken Lys.

Governor Rees's Palace
When Governor Reese, Byron Heywood, learned the tragic news that the naval port and warships on Nightsong Island had been burned down, his rage instantly erupted like a raging volcano, and the furious force seemed to devour everything around it.

"A bunch of trash!" He cursed his men at the top of his lungs. His angry voice echoed in the huge room for a long time, so loud that it seemed to make the walls tremble.

He paced back and forth in the room rapidly like a wild beast that had lost its mind. His eyes were bloodshot and so red that it was frightening, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed as if ink could drip out of it.

However, after the rage like a storm subsided a little, worry and fear surged into his heart like a raging tide. He never thought that the dragon would have such a terrifying power. The destructive power that could destroy everything in its path made him feel timid. His body trembled slightly, and beads of cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead and sliding down his cheeks. He couldn't help but think in his heart: "Did the Faceless Man fail? Why hasn't Gavin died yet? What the hell are the Black and White House doing? Can Reese stop such a powerful force?" The eyes that were originally firm and confident were now filled with confusion and uneasiness.

"Convene a Governor's meeting immediately!" Byron Heywood gave orders in a nearly roaring voice, "All warships are to leave the port and assemble without any delay!" He forced himself to roar and give orders again. Although his tone was still too tough to allow for any doubt, when listened carefully, it was clear that he lacked some of his previous confidence.

"Pass on my order and have the weapon craftsmen work overtime day and night to make the dragon hunting crossbows! We must produce a sufficient number of dragon hunting crossbows in the shortest possible time to prepare for emergencies!" His words were quick and powerful.

Then, he suddenly shouted to the terrified servant beside him: "Send a letter to Tyrosh and Myr immediately. I demand a meeting of the Three Cities Alliance!"

The atmosphere in the room was extremely depressing, as if even the air had frozen, and it was so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe. And Governor Byron Heywood's heart was now tightly entangled with anger, worry, and fear, like a giant net that could not be escaped.

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

At the port, the remaining 61 warships moved quickly, with their sails hoisted high and flapping in the sea breeze. Soldiers were busy shuttling between them, wearing neatly equipped equipment and looking solemn and nervous.

Warships slowly sailed out of the harbor one after another, the oars on both sides of the ship rose and fell in unison, hitting the sea surface and splashing white waves. The sea breeze was filled with a tense atmosphere, and the masts of the warships cast long shadows in the sunlight.

At the same time, two specially designated ships sped off like arrows from a bow, heading towards Tyrosh and Myr respectively. Their bows split the waves, and their sterns left wide streaks of water. The sails were filled to the brim by the wind, and they were moving at full speed, as if carrying Lys' last hope.

In the city of Rees, soldiers came and went, carrying weapons and supplies. The sound of clanging could be heard from the blacksmith shop, as they made final preparations for the war. The entire city was shrouded in a tense atmosphere of preparation for war, waiting for an unknown fate.

The next morning, the sky was as blue as a gem, without a single cloud in sight, and the sun shone down unhindered. The sea was as calm as a mirror, with only a few ripples when the breeze blew gently.

The sixty-one remaining warships of Rees were lined up neatly on the sea, their hulls rising and falling 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 their tightly grasped weapons could not suppress their inner uneasiness.

The sea breeze caressed their faces and ruffled their hair, but it could not dispel the depressing atmosphere that permeated the air.

The soldiers were all silent, with only the sound of waves hitting the side of the ship and a few occasional low sighs.

(End of this chapter)