Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 112 Naval Battle 3
The soldiers on the deck were instantly caught in a bloody melee, with swords clashing and dazzling sparks bursting out, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the night sky. The figures of the soldiers intertwined in the firelight and smoke, and every collision was a contest of life and death. Blood kept splattering, staining the wooden boards under their feet red, making the originally hard deck slippery and dangerous.

Gavin rode on the Blazing Shadow, circling and diving at low altitude. Every dive was like the arrival of the god of fire, and he would inevitably destroy an enemy ship.

The flaming arrows in his hand shot out again and again, accurately hitting the dragon hunting crossbow, and each arrow carried the power of destruction.

The dragon flames in Blazing Shadow's mouth were like the fire of doom, ruthlessly destroying the warships of the Reese fleet. Under this powerful offensive, the resistance of the Reese navy gradually collapsed, and the eyes of the soldiers were filled with despair and helplessness.

Some of the burning Lys warships began to lose control, colliding with each other in the chaos, setting other warships on fire. Broken planks and broken masts fell into the sea like falling stars, splashing huge water.

The setting sun was as red as blood, like a layer of thick plasma pouring over the entire sea surface, dyeing it shockingly.

This fierce and long naval battle lasted a whole day and gradually subsided at dusk.

The shattered wreckage of the warships was like the torn limbs of a giant beast, scattered all over the surging sea. Many of the wreckages were still burning with raging fires, and billowing black smoke rose up like a ferocious dragon, contrasting with the blood-red sunset in the sky, forming a hellish scene.

The charred planks, broken masts and twisted metal collided violently with each other under the fierce impact of the surging waves, making a dull and heavy sound, as if it was the unwilling wail of the battlefield.

The blood continuously flowed into the sea, dyeing large areas of the water crimson. This mixed with the billowing black smoke and burning flames, emitting a creepy and pungent smell.

Corpses were floating in all directions, some were even half-sunk and half-floating, their faces were frozen at the last moment of their lives, some were filled with fear, some were filled with pain, some were in deep despair.

The sea breeze whistled and swept in, carrying with it a strong and pungent smell of burning and a nauseating smell of blood, as if it were the breath of death, making people almost suffocate. The once indestructible and majestic warships were now mostly dilapidated, with their sides torn beyond recognition and their sails shattered like fallen leaves in the wind.

Gawain won the naval battle at the cost of five warships, while Reece's fleet suffered a devastating blow. Except for 5 longships that escaped by virtue of their speed advantage, the rest of the ships were either captured or ruthlessly sunk. There was a dead silence on the sea, with only broken wreckage and floating corpses bearing witness to the deep mark left by this extremely tragic battle.

Governor Rees, Byron Heywood, stood on the high city wall, looking at the sea in the distance that had just experienced a naval battle. His face was as pale as paper, and his body was shaking uncontrollably. His eyes were full of fear and despair, as if his soul had been taken away.

The sea surface that he once knew well has now become a purgatory of death, which makes his heart sink into an endless abyss. He holds the edge of the wall tightly with both hands, and his knuckles turn white due to excessive force. The sea breeze blows across his face, but it cannot calm the turbulent waves in his heart.

He knew that the fleet had suffered such a tragic destruction, which meant that his position and power were in jeopardy. The fate of the future was like the sea full of wreckage and corpses, full of unknowns and dangers. He seemed to see the angry eyes of the people and hear the cheers of the enemy's victory. All of this was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart.

Fear followed him like a shadow, tightly wrapped around his thoughts. He deeply regretted hiring the Faceless Man and provoking Gavin, and was worried about the other party's reckoning. Cold sweat continued to seep from his forehead, but he was unaware of it. He just stared blankly at the horrible sea, falling into deep fear and regret.

After simply cleaning up the battlefield, Gavin immediately sent out envoys to persuade the island to surrender. At the same time, the fleet quickly blocked the sea off the island of Lys, completely cutting off Lys's contact with the outside world.

Warships were deployed closely around the island, like a steel wall, blocking all possible passages. On the sea, flaming flags fluttered in the wind, warning that any attempt to break through the blockade would end in failure.

The next day, as the news of the sea blockade reached the city, the people in the city fell into extreme panic. They could already imagine the scene that would follow: the supply lines of materials were cut off, trade stagnated, and life instantly fell into hardship.

Some people in the city who had relatives in the navy were getting more and more anxious. Their eyes were red and swollen, they cried and shouted hysterically, and rushed towards the Governor's Mansion like a surging tide. The noisy sound was like a storm, and it surrounded the Governor's Mansion in an instant.

The gate of the Governor's Mansion was closed, but this could not stop the anger of the people. They banged on the gate, their fists rained down, and they kept shouting the names of their relatives, demanding that the Governor give them an explanation.

"My husband is on the front line, his life or death is uncertain, how can you just sit there and do nothing!" A woman's face was covered with tears and her voice was hoarse.

"My son is still so young, he can't just disappear like this!" An old man was leaning on a cane, his body trembling.

At this time, the door of the Governor's Mansion slowly opened, and an official walked out. With a solemn look on his face, he tried to calm the excited people, but his voice was instantly drowned out by the noise of the crowd. The people pressed forward step by step, and the official retreated helplessly, and the scene fell into chaos for a while.

In the Governor's Mansion, Byron Heywood stood in front of the window, staring blankly at the crowd that surrounded the Governor's Mansion tightly. The despair in his heart was like a heavy rock, becoming so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

One of his confidants hurriedly walked towards him, not even caring about the usual etiquette. He said in a panic and anxious manner: "Governor Byron, something bad has happened! Councillor Alec just convened the Governor's Council without telling you, and he also brought the envoy sent by Gavin to persuade us to surrender."

Byron Heywood's face turned pale in an instant. His eyes widened, and his eyeballs seemed to bulge out of their sockets. He roared in disbelief, "That damn Alec has always coveted my position. I didn't expect him to be so bold as to convene a parliament without telling me. I swear, Alec, I will kill you sooner or later!"

(End of this chapter)