Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 110 Naval Battle 1
Fleming was a 16-year-old boy who had just joined the Rees Navy. His young face was like a newly blossomed flower, yet full of vigor and vitality.

Thanks to his father's generous donation and his willingness to spend money to smooth relationships, Fleming finally succeeded in obtaining a relatively safe lookout position on the ship.

Perhaps it was because of his youthful vigor, or perhaps it was because of his deep yearning for the sea, Fleming, who was alone on the lookout pole, was not completely affected by the depressing atmosphere of the group below. Although he was a little nervous, he was relatively calm.

Sometimes he looked out at the boundless sea, feeling the breath of freedom brought by the sea breeze; sometimes he looked down at the busy and messy port of Rees, watching the hurried figures of the people.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed on the distant sea level. At first, it was just a tiny black dot, almost imperceptible against the blue background. Gradually, the half sail above the sea level slowly appeared, tearing the tranquility of the sea level. Then, like stars, countless black dots appeared on the distant sea level one after another, becoming clearer and clearer.

Fleming was stunned for a moment, his mind went blank for a moment, until a sharp and high-pitched horn sounded from the warship next to him, and he woke up as if from a dream, and reacted instantly. Then, he immediately blew the horn in his hand.

Accompanied by a series of warning horn sounds, a huge fleet slowly appeared in his sight like a behemoth.

Under the clear sky, the sun is shining brightly, there are no clouds in the sky, and the calm sea is like a huge piece of blue silk.

The Belleris led the fleet through the waves, the bow splitting the white waves like a sharp blade cutting through the sea. The hull rose and fell with the waves, the rhythm was powerful and steady. The sails were filled with wind, as if they wanted to break free from the restraints of the ropes and stretch out to the distance.

Gavin stood at the bow of the Belleris, looking calmly at the increasingly clear Rees Island in the distance and the Rees fleet that had already formed a formation on the sea. His expression was calm and resolute, without any nervousness or panic.

Then Gavin nodded calmly to Hassan beside him.

Hassan immediately understood what he meant. After bowing, he quickly turned around with a solemn expression and shouted loudly: "Blow the battle horn, and the entire fleet is ready to meet the enemy! All ships adjust the angle of the sails."

The sharp and passionate sound of the horn instantly pierced the calmness of the sea, like a thunder that shook the earth and suddenly exploded in the air.

The loud trumpet sound carried endless fighting spirit, as if it could tear the sky apart.

The warships moved quickly and in an orderly manner. The crew members were agile and skilled. They quickly adjusted the angle of the sails, pulled the ropes flexibly with both hands, and accurately manipulated the masts to allow the sails to fully face the sea breeze.

Under their delicate operation, the ship changed its course flexibly, like a nimble fish swimming among the waves.

The entire fleet quickly changed its formation, like a huge and flexible beast dancing gracefully on the sea, showing amazing coordination and tacit understanding.

Boxes of specially made crossbows were quickly lifted out of the cabin, the heavy wooden boxes standing out on the soldiers' strong shoulders. The soldiers struggled to tear open the rainproof tarpaulin wrapped around the crossbow, and the hideous image that was originally hidden underneath was instantly revealed.

The strong soldiers worked together to turn the wheel, and with heavy breathing and low trumpet calls, they steadily wound the crossbow. Each turn was full of power, as if accumulating destructive energy.

At the same time, the archers were organizing their equipment in an orderly manner.

With focused expressions, they carefully checked the tension of the bowstrings, gently plucked the bowstrings with their fingers, and felt the slight vibrations to ensure that the bowstrings were in the best condition.

They carefully selected the right arrows, the sharp arrowheads flashing coldly in the sun. Then they put the bowstrings firmly on them, put the tails of the arrows against their cheeks, their eyes dangerous and sharp.

The soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, their bodies tense as if they were fully drawn bowstrings, their muscles trembling slightly, revealing their inner tension and anticipation.

Gavin's face was stern, as calm as an iceberg. He quickly put on his fine armor, which shone brightly in the sun, and each piece of armor seemed to contain infinite power. He tightly grasped the powerful dragon bone bow and turned over to sit on the broad and solid dragon back of Chiying.

The blazing shadow, which had been quietly lying on the bow of the Belleris, now felt Gavin's passionate fighting spirit and fierce killing intent. Its huge and strong body trembled slightly, like a volcano about to erupt. The violent flames of battle ignited in its eyes, as if it wanted to burn all enemies to ashes.

Following Gavin's low command, Blazing Shadow suddenly spread its huge wings that covered the sky and the sun and flapped them vigorously. In an instant, a strong wind blew up, making the clothes of the people around rustle and their hair flutter wildly.

Then, Blazing Shadow took Gavin from the bow of the Belleris and rushed into the sky like a flash of lightning, so fast that people could only see it flashing before their eyes. Its agile figure shone with a mysterious and majestic light under the sunlight, like a god of war descending from the sky.

The Blazing Shadow flew higher and higher, its powerful wings beating the air, making thunderous sounds that shook everyone's heart. Gavin sat firmly on the Blazing Shadow's back, looking down at the sea below with a cold gaze, which seemed to be able to penetrate all the fog. At the same time, the Reese fleet also came over here, the bows of the warships split the waves, splashing high water, like the white fangs of a giant beast.

The atmosphere on the sea suddenly became extremely tense, as if even the air was about to freeze.

Hassan was on the Belleris, looking at the approaching enemy. He took a deep breath and shouted to the soldiers: "Loyal soldiers of the Belleris family! We are here to conquer the unjust Rees. Summon your courage, keep your reason, and may the gods bless this army with a sacred goal. Attack for victory, for the Stepstones, and for Gavin Belleris!" His voice was like a loud bell, echoing on the sea, stirring the hearts of every soldier and making their blood boil instantly.

Following Hassan's roar, Gavin's fleet rushed towards the Reese fleet like a surging wave with an unstoppable momentum. More than a dozen sailing warships stretched out their oars on both sides and quickly accelerated, like wild horses running wild, rushing past the Belleris in front of them at lightning speed, and bravely rushing towards the enemy with an indomitable determination.

(End of this chapter)