Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 137 The White Flag of the Myr Fleet

Even though some Myr warships tried to break out of the encirclement with their last bit of strength, they were scared away by the giant dragon hovering in the sky. The huge body of the Blazing Shadow blocked out the sun in the sky, and it continuously sprayed blazing dragon flames at the Myr warships, as if it was the wrath of hell.

The commander of the Mill fleet looked at the giant dragon that was raging in the sky and spraying dragon flames at his warships. His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of despair and helplessness. He stood blankly at the bow, watching his warships fall into the sea of ​​fire one by one, and the soldiers screamed one after another.

His heart was filled with pain and struggle, knowing that continuing to resist would only lead to the loss of more lives and the destruction of the fleet. Finally, after a fierce ideological struggle, he trembled and gave the order to raise the white flag.

The white flag fluttered weakly in the wind, announcing the end of this fierce naval battle. The sea breeze gradually subsided, and the silence of defeat permeated the sea.

After the naval battle, although the soldiers of Gavin's fleet were exhausted, the joy of victory was overflowing on their faces. They began to rescue their injured comrades and clean up the battlefield.

The soldiers of the Mill fleet were dejected and depressed. Most of their warships were badly damaged, and some were even slowly sinking.

At the same time, the Blazing Shadow in the sky slowly landed on the deck of the Belleris. Gavin jumped off the dragon's back neatly, and he gently stroked the Blazing Shadow's scales that were emitting blazing heat, looking at the Blazing Shadow with concern in his eyes.

At this time, Hassan also ran over anxiously, his face full of awe and excitement.

Gavin looked far into the distance, looking at the magnificent scene in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart. The enemy's voluntary surrender contributed more than 20 intact warships to him at once, which was undoubtedly an unexpected gift. He immediately ordered Hassan to treat the prisoners well and arrange experienced personnel to repair the damaged warships with all their strength, and tow all the unsunk warships back to his own camp.

Soon, the commander of the Mill fleet was brought before Gavin. Although he was not disarmed at Gavin's order, his broad and resolute shoulders collapsed weakly, his face was as pale as paper, and his bloodshot eyes were dim, as if he had lost all hope and fighting spirit.

He staggered forward a few steps, then knelt on one knee, tremblingly took off the sword that symbolized glory and power from his waist, raised his hands high, and bowed his head deeply. He said in a trembling voice: "Respected Dragon King, I am the commander of the Mill Fleet - Evan Stuart. I surrender to you on behalf of all the soldiers in the fleet. I sincerely hope that you can show mercy and spare our lives."

Gavin stared at him with a sharp gaze, and said calmly and firmly: "Evan Stuart, I accept the surrender of you and your fleet, and I will guarantee the safety of all your lives as I said."

Evan raised his head slowly, trembling, 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 in detail about the situation in Mir, how many warships there are, and why you are here?"

After hearing this, Evan hesitated for a moment, as if he was weighing the pros and cons of being honest or concealing something. He finally said, "Myr. Myr has less than ten warships left, but the city is guarded by more than 5,000 Golden Group soldiers. We came here because we received a message from a carrier pigeon about your attack on Tyrosh, and we were ordered to come to support you."

After listening to this, Gavin nodded slightly, as if thinking about something. He then asked, "The Golden Group should have tens of thousands of people, and I heard that Myr also hired the Second Sons. Why does Myr only have 5,000 people? What is the specific agreement of the Three Cities Alliance?" Evan lowered his head again, his voice so weak that it was almost inaudible: "I don't know, Lord Dragon King, I'm just an officer following orders, but not long ago, after the Three Cities Alliance was reached, most of Myr's slave soldiers and half of the Golden Group were sent to the junction of the center of the disputed land."

After hearing this, Gavin frowned, thought for a moment and then said slowly: "Evan Stuart, I want you to help command your soldiers to repair the ship and clean up the battlefield. After the war is over, you can be free or join my fleet. It's up to you to choose."

After hearing this, Evan felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly stood up, bowed and said, "Thank you again for your kindness, Lord Dragon King. I promise that the surrendered soldiers will not cause you any trouble."

After hearing this, Gavin nodded slightly, and then Evan Stuart was taken away.

Hassan at the side asked worriedly: "My lord, 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 looked determined and answered decisively: "Go, you must go. Whether he lied or not, the main force of Myr's fleet is indeed here. My goal is to completely destroy their maritime power. Whether it is the existing warships or shipbuilding factories, they must all be destroyed without leaving any hidden dangers." After speaking, Gavin paused, and then ordered with a serious look: "It is enough for me to take 20 sailing warships to attack Myr Harbor. Since their shore defense force is insufficient, you take all the remaining warships to support Jorah, and sweep all coastal towns with him. Burn all those that cannot be taken away, especially the shipyards. Don't leave any."

After hearing this, Hassan immediately straightened his back and said in a firm tone: "I understand, sir. I will arrange it now!" After that, he turned around and strode to carry out the order.

Westeros - The North

The king's motorcade moved forward slowly like a long winding dragon, with the iconic flag of a male deer with a crown fluttering in the wind, showing the king's majesty.

Robert Baratheon, the King of the Seven Kingdoms, rode a tall and majestic black warhorse, his armor gleaming coldly in the weak sunlight. He held the reins tightly, his posture as tall as a mountain. The white knights beside him were all fully armed, with bright emblems on their shields and long swords clanging in their sheaths.

The caravan had just passed Moat Cailin and was heading towards Winterfell along the Kingsroad.

The magnificent carriage bumped forward in the middle of the procession, the wheels sank deeply into the mud and struggled to pull themselves out, making dull sounds. The curtains of the carriage windows were occasionally blown up by the wind, revealing the gorgeous decorations inside and Queen Cersei's slightly tired but still proud face.

Her eyes swept across the desolate landscape of the North, her brows knitted, her lips pursed. She was unwilling 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.

(End of this chapter)