The Glory of the Seven Gods of Ice and Fire

Chapter 221: Sacrifice of a Madman

Across the strait, burning ships and sinking vessels can be seen everywhere, and beneath the sea, wreckage and corpses are slowly sinking into the sea.

Whether it was the solemn standardized warships of the royal fleet or the gorgeously decorated flashy ships in the river bay, they all fell to the bottom of the sea with the waves, while the armies of both sides continued to fight and continued to send more people to their deaths.

Stannis and Gillian had been fighting all morning, but it was hard to tell what the outcome was.

This is what naval warfare is like. The core of naval warfare in this era is still boarding and seizing ships. Tactics such as projection, arson, and ramming are extensions of this. This is the final word, and it also determines that the battle speed cannot be very fast.

The Arbor fleet, which took the lead, paid the price for their arrogance and complacency. They failed to gain any advantage in front of Stannis's fleet and suffered far more casualties than Stannis.

But this is exactly the effect Gillian wants to achieve. So what if the casualties are higher? The size of the royal fleet is far greater than that of Stannis's fleet. As long as they continue to consume their resources like this, victory will surely belong to them in the end.

The warring parties continued to send out fleets in an attempt to bypass the opposing side's rear, but they were immediately blocked by the opposing fleet with the same idea. After a battle, they all retreated.

Now, it is the mid-game of the naval battle. Both sides have a tacit understanding. The ships in the first line that have been fighting for a long time are either gradually retreating or being directly sunk and abandoned. The ships in the second line take over, and the Qingting Island fleet has also sent a request for help to Jillian.

That's why Jillian started to worry.

The reason for his worry was simple: who should he send next?

Although the overall organization of the fleet is no longer so important after the melee, and the battle depends more on the quality of the ships and crew members themselves, it seems that the overall quality of Stannis' fleet is higher than theirs.

After calculating the few cards in his hand, Gillian found that the cards he could play were too limited. The Arbor Fleet was already the elite force in this fleet, but it still failed to please Stannis.

He was unwilling to let those unreliable fleets fight with Stannis, and did not want the battle line to be defeated by Stannis. That would be too passive. But at present, it seems that he can only do that. After all, the elite should not be used in such places.

So, after hesitating for a while, Gillian sent out the Iron Throne's direct fleet. He did not hesitate for too long. After all, if he delayed for too long, Lord Redwyne would complain again and might even report him to the inflatable fish.

I don't know how Lord Redwyne feels now, Gillian thought with a hint of malice. He probably never thought that the Arbor Fleet, which he was so proud of, could not gain any advantage in front of Stannis.

Of course, Gillian would not mourn for him. He just hoped that more people from the River Reach would die so that the Lannisters could better control the political situation of the Iron Throne.

Back to the battlefield, many of the ships of the Iron Throne's fleet and the enemy ships on the opposite side came from the same shipyard and were naturally of the same model, but the quality of the personnel was certainly not comparable to that of the opposite side. Gillian had foreseen the loss of the fleet, but it was precisely these units with little power behind them that were suitable to be used as cannon fodder, and sending out this fleet directly under the throne could also effectively shut up the people of the River Bay.

With the arrival of reinforcements from both sides, the situation developed just as Gillian had expected. The front line that the River Bend people had barely maintained with all their might began to retreat almost in an instant.

In response to this, Gillian could only smile bitterly and prepare to command the fleet to make corresponding adjustments. Alas, not only was the front line in a tug of war, but he himself would also have to continue the "tug of war" in the rear.

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No matter what time it is, Stannis is always so serious and meticulous, looking like he is always ready for battle.

Looking at Stannis standing proudly on the bow, staring at the burning sea, Davos couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart. This was the king he followed, a true king.

Without the witch by his side, His Majesty the King looks more majestic, Davos thought, but when the image of the red-robed woman appeared in his mind, he shuddered involuntarily.

Fortunately, the woman is now at the Great Wall.

When His Majesty the King was defeated by King's Landing, the situation in Tyrosh was very chaotic. The old generals who had served the king for a long time were fine, but the others were different. The king brought many remnants of the army who were loyal to him from the west. These people were in a miserable state and had lost all their fighting spirit, which almost immediately caused a very bad impact on the local area.

In addition, a quarrel broke out among the Red Monks. R'hllor's followers, led by the Red Woman, believed that the King should lead his army north to save the kingdom first and then win the throne; but the Red Monks, who were more numerous, united the nobles and knights to oppose these people. In their view, King Stannis's war was far from hopeless, and the king should continue the war and find an opportunity to fight back to Westeros.

In the end, His Majesty the King could only take the feelings of both sides into consideration as much as possible and sent the Red Woman and her small group of R'hllor followers to fight at the Wall in his own name. The dispute came to an end at this point.

As for those defeated soldiers and generals who spread defeatist remarks, they were also suppressed by Stannis. After all, the current situation is far from being at the end of one's rope, and the battle can still be fought.

Davos was very happy about this. They should not use black magic from outside their domain as it was a blasphemy and insult to the Seven Gods.

Next, of course, comes the intense preparations for war.

His Majesty the King has already calculated that the Iron Throne must come across the Narrow Sea and want to destroy his fortress, so he set up a killing array for the Iron Throne here, waiting for the arrival of the Iron Throne.

Everyone was confident in Stannis's plan. They were all elite troops, and they were led by a naval admiral whose reputation was known throughout the Seven Kingdoms.

Victory will surely be theirs, and when the armies of the Iron Throne are defeated, they will march eastward, and King Stannis will surely get what belongs to him.

Tyrosh was originally a military town, and it has long existed as a military district under the rule of the Iron Throne. Stannis, who manages it, is a strict master, so the management of Tyrosh is full of military style, which also allows Stannis to quickly mobilize troops and supplies again to prepare for another battle.

Finally, we have to wait for the arrival of the power of the Iron Throne.

"Lord Davos, how long will it take for the second fleet to arrive at the battlefield?"

Stannis asked suddenly. Davos straightened his back subconsciously and glanced at the hourglass. "Your Majesty, it is estimated to take another hour."

When Davos mentioned the Second Fleet, he felt proud. That was Stannis's killer move, but more importantly, his sons were the commanders of the Second Fleet. Stannis had ambushed the entire fleet at the mouth of the largest river on Tyrosh, and now they were fighting in front of that mouth.

In other words, as long as they rush out of the estuary, they can come to the rear of the Iron Throne fleet and attack the Iron Throne fleet from the rear. With the poor organization of the Iron Throne fleet, facing the attack from both sides, collapse is only a matter of time - yes, the organization of the Iron Throne fleet is also in Stannis' consideration. After all, this is something that is very easy to calculate.

His sons will surely make achievements again in this battle. They have become admirals of the small fleet, which is enough for them to make achievements on the current battlefield. Davos joyfully described that prospect in his heart. Stannis is a fair man. He won't have to worry about his sons' future at that time. He can even go one step further. His family will surely become the same as those aristocratic families that have been passed down for thousands of years.

Davos was intoxicated by this bright future, and he looked at Stannis with more and more enthusiasm. He remembered the night when he drove a small boat into Storm's End. That was the best thing he had ever done in his life.

After getting the answer, Stannis simply nodded and continued to watch the fierce battle on the battlefield, making some adjustments from time to time. It was also during these seemingly ordinary adjustments that Stannis' army gained more and more advantages on the battlefield and achieved more and more victories.

This is a reflection of the quality gap between the two sides' armies. Stannis spent more than ten years building the royal fleet. Stannis commands them as if he were using his own arms. Every time the opponent makes adjustments, a flaw will be revealed, and then Stannis's warships and fireships will seize these opportunities to achieve results.

Davos could not help but observe the nobles and knights who were lined up behind Stannis and waiting for his orders. These gentlemen were undoubtedly far inferior to his Majesty the King. They wore gold and silver, but had nothing underneath. Although his Majesty only had a woolen sweater under his armor, he had extraordinary strategies in his heart. What's more, most of these guys had been loyal to another king or a rebel king not long ago. If they had not boarded his Majesty's ship in the chaos, they would definitely be fawning in front of the current monarch of the Iron Throne.

These guys used to always look dejected, but now, as the king's fleet in front of them continues to win victory after victory, their expressions change so quickly, it seems that these guys are already imagining what they will do after returning to Westeros.

Davos despised these guys, but he also understood that they could do this because of the territories they owned. Only with territories could they have the opportunity to participate in this game of power and place bets at the table.

He hopes that his family can become such an existence. As for himself, he will of course be loyal to Stannis all his life, and so will his sons. As for future generations, Davos hopes that they can stand firm at the table of power.

'Here it comes! Here it comes! The Second Fleet has arrived, and we have won!'

A cry of surprise woke Davos. It turned out that Stannis's second fleet had finally arrived at some point, and the news came from the lookout on the mast.

This news exploded on the entire flagship. Eyes became hot and cheers rang out. It was as if they had already won the war. Even Davos was infected by this emotion. In such an environment, only Stannis remained calm.

"Everyone be quiet, how can we count this as a victory when the sails are not even half raised? Keep alert!"

The king spoke again, and as he spoke, the flagship immediately quieted down. Such was Stannis's prestige that everyone would obey with just one word.

And on the battlefield, it was indeed visible to the naked eye that with the appearance of the Second Fleet, the Iron Throne Fleet fell into panic. Davos couldn't help but smile upward, as the prey had fallen into the trap.

The Second Fleet, as an ambush force that had been prepared for a long time, was like a wild wolf biting its prey. The rear of the Iron Throne Fleet was full of old, weak and sick ships. Before the Second Fleet even pounced on them, those ships began to disperse. Under this dispersion, the ships collided with each other, and a series of tragedies occurred.

Watching this scene, Davos thought of the moment when his sons were awarded titles, but then he couldn't laugh anymore.

For some unknown reason, a warship of the Second Fleet suddenly exploded, and news came from the rear of the fleet that a fleet suddenly appeared on the sea, and this fleet was flying Greyjoy's sea monster flag.

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Euron Greyjoy looked at the battlefield in front of him and felt a fanatical and bloodthirsty emotion surging from his heart, driving him to rush to the battlefield and spread death.

The huge battlefield made Euron eager to try, and so did the Ironborn. They had not participated in a war of this scale for a long, long time.

And opposite them is Euron's Tranquility Fleet, who will tear apart Stannis's ambush and then tear apart the Iron Throne's useless fleet.

Euron brought a huge Ironborn fleet. He mobilized the entire Iron Islands' military force, sailed south across half of Westeros, and then arrived at the Narrow Sea along the Dorne coastline.

He has been staring at the battle between the Iron Throne and Stannis for a long, long time. In Euron's eyes, this battle is not a war, but a slaughterhouse where he comes to unleash horror and a grand place of sacrifice.

Yes, the land of sacrifice, this is the main reason why Euron came here.

Blood magic is the most powerful magic in the world. 90% of the so-called magicians and gods in this world are nothing more than users of blood magic, and Euron is a master of blood magic.

Thinking of this, Euron walked to the bow, where a beautiful woman was tied up. Her belly was bulging and her mouth was blocked. Inside was his bastard. When the woman saw him coming, there was a pleading look in her eyes. Euron met that look, and just when the woman almost thought she was saved, Euron stabbed the woman's belly with a knife.

Euron moved slowly, slowly and carefully digging it open. He didn't care about the blood on his hands at all. He even pulled out the gag in the woman's mouth just to hear her inhuman screams.

Finally, Euron completed his work and the woman died completely. Euron mastered the art of dissection very well, and finally, he took out an unformed baby.

"Oh, it's a boy." Euron glanced at his son, then threw him into the sea without hesitation.

It was also at that moment that some waves appeared under the sea, and the smile on Euron's face became more intense.

Then he pointed at the nearest Stannis ship, and soon after, a bunch of huge tentacles emerged from the target, entangled the ship, and then dragged the ship into the sea.

"Hahaha!"

Euron's terrifying laughter rang out, and everyone who heard this laughter launched an attack at the same time. To them, this was Euron's order.

(End of this chapter)