Fierce Battle in the Blackwater

"As far as I know, Stannis has already agreed to the Red Woman's request."

"After the war, he will try his best to capture members of the royal family alive and offer the king's blood to the alien gods," Varys said softly.

"King's blood," Ed repeated the word, slamming his fist heavily on the table.

"hateful!"

"I only knew Stannis was paranoid, but I never imagined he'd stooped to this level!"

Joffrey did not respond.

The night was deep, and the enemy's campfires were clearly visible.

"My lords," he withdrew his gaze, "with a great battle imminent, the most important thing is the naval battle."

"Although half of Stannis's ships are pirate ships, those captains have spent most of their lives plundering at sea, and their experience in naval warfare far surpasses ours."

"Our navy is neither elite nor half the size of Stannis's fleet."

How to win with fewer troops and overcome stronger opponents.

"Do any of you gentlemen have any ideas?"

The little devil sat back in his chair and rolled his eyes at the words.

"Since you've already said that, you must have already given an answer. Stop keeping us in suspense."

Joffrey smiled slightly.

"Have you finished everything I asked you to do before?"

The little devil immediately realized what it referred to.

"The pyromancer Harlin said he has thirteen thousand jars of wildfire." He shrugged. "I'll take them all."

"So many!" the eunuch exclaimed, feigning surprise.

"At first I thought he was bragging, but he personally showed me around."

"Also, they say that ever since that red comet appeared, making these things has become easier and easier, and those spells have also become effective."

At this point, the little devil couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Of course, they're probably just talking nonsense."

"These people like to act all mysterious and charlatan all the time, and they just chuckle like idiots all the time. I don't believe a word of it."

"Are you sure the wildfire won't catch fire on its own?" Ed asked with his usual caution.

"I don't want Stannis to be blown up by his own people before he even gets here."

The little devil scratched his head: "I think they've kept it quite well."

"It's been buried for so many years, we can't let something go wrong when we use it."

He chuckled to himself.

"Since it's already out there, it's too late for you gentlemen to back out."

……

Clang—clang—clang—

The bell rang.

A dull rumble echoed from the clock tower throughout King's Landing.

Joffrey stood on the top floor of Mega Tower, gazing at Blackwater Bay in the distance.

Where the sea meets the sky, Stannis's warships are already faintly visible, their dense masts resembling a bare forest, their color pale in the morning light.

I heard soft footsteps behind me.

The morning breeze lifted her maroon hair, and the girl's hands clung to Joffrey's arms.

"Sansa, look."

He raised his hand and pointed to the wide river.

"The great river flows eastward, where the sky is high and the land is wide."

"What a great battlefield."

The girl smiled gently.

"My Xiao Qiao will definitely achieve unparalleled feats here."

Joffrey turned his head and met a pair of eyes as blue as the sky.

The girl's cheeks flushed slightly.

It appears to have been dyed by sunlight.

She pursed her lips and leaned closer to him.

"You..." Joffrey was about to speak.

But in that very instant...

A strong wind suddenly arose.

The flags on the city gate fluttered in the wind.

His heart skipped a beat.

He screamed incoherently.

"God willing!"

"It's fate!"

Sansa was startled and quickly asked what was wrong.

"We've been busy for so long, we've anticipated everything."

"I completely forgot about that."

Joffrey closed his eyes, carefully sensing the air currents blowing in from outside the city.

He burst into laughter.

"It's the height of summer now."

"The wind that Wang Ling is blowing is, of course, an east wind!"

after a while.

Joffrey donned heavy steel armor, a sword at his waist, and stood between the battlements, leaning against the cold stone.

James's lesson was right before his eyes; unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn't even lift an arm.

In Blackwater Bay, Stannis's fleet has already begun operations.

The warships, riding the high tide, lowered their sails, and hundreds of long oars rowed in unison against the wind.

Although there were no chains connecting them.

However, the ships were no more than twenty yards apart, forming a neat battle formation, and slowly advanced towards the river mouth.

On the city wall, the soldiers gripped their spears and crossbows tightly, beads of sweat glistening on their foreheads.

The first battle train has already entered the river.

Stannis placed all his most elite warships at the front.

Leading the way was a huge three-story oar-powered warship, with a deer head on its bow bearing enormous antlers and its head held high.

That's the Fury.

The Duke of Stephen and the Sea Deer followed closely behind, both large ships with two hundred oars.

Their sterns fluttered the fiery red heart flag of the Red God, a blend of red, orange, and yellow.

The Ries warships were also among them, their brightly painted hulls appearing particularly ostentatious in the sunlight.

"Waaaaah—"

The battle horns sounded.

The defenders on the Red Fort began to rain down arrows, hundreds of arrows drawing a clean straight line through the air.

"Catapults ready!" Ed's shout came from the city wall.

"Prepare the catapults!" the messengers below the city shouted in unison.

The loader placed the earthenware jar filled with asphalt into his leather pouch, holding a torch in his hand, and stared intently at his superior's gestures.

"put!"

The arms of the giant catapult suddenly sprang up with a dull roar, and dozens of orange-red birds soared over the Red Fortress and swooped down on the fleet on the river.

Most of them crashed into the water.

However, several warships were hit, and the terracotta pots exploded on the deck, instantly engulfing the sailors who had no time to dodge.

Screams and commands mingled together.

The fleet did not stop.

The first battleship has penetrated deep into the river, with the second battleship following closely behind.

Blackbes, Helling, Lady Maria...

One warship after another sailed past Joffrey, their decks crammed with soldiers, spears pointing like a forest, banners like a cloud.

The King's Landing warships, hidden in the harbor, drifted downstream.

Leading the way was the Divine Grace, old and cumbersome, but with a huge ram at its bow.

Following behind were the Lion Star, Miss Lyanna, Lady Silk, and Lady Shame...

The two fleets met in the middle of the river.

"boom--"

The first impact exploded as the bows of the two warships collided violently, sending splinters flying and the ships rocking wildly.

Then came the second and third sounds, one after another.

The grappling hooks were thrown towards the other ship's side, and the rope net was stretched between the two ships. Soldiers screamed as they leaped over, swords clashed, javelins tore flesh, axes cleaved bones, and blood splattered onto the deck, staining a patch of river red.

The time seemed very short.

It also seems very long.

The warships of King's Landing have completed their mission.

They used their hulls and flesh and blood to briefly slow down the enemy ships' advance.

The enemy's first column was blocked at the obstacle, while the second column had already passed the Red Fort, and the third column, consisting of small galleys, had entered the river mouth.

"Almost there." The little devil's voice came from the side, filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Joffrey followed his gaze.

Amidst the fierce battle between the two armies, dozens of dilapidated wrecked ships and barges secretly drifted to the center of the battlefield.

And in the wake left by the boat, green juice was slowly flowing into the river, silently.

The little devil's eyes reflected that green, shimmering with an eerie light.

"Almost there, almost there..."

His voice grew softer and more tense.

Suddenly, his voice stopped.

"Um?"

"damn it!"

"What's that woman in the red robe doing there!"

Joffrey lunged onto the wall, desperately peering out through the slits in his visor.

A figure appeared in the center of the enemy ships that had not yet engaged in battle.

Her long, copper-colored hair danced wildly in the wind, like a cluster of burning flames.

Her arms were outstretched to the sides, and the ruby ​​on her chest glittered.

It was as if it were embracing something, or as if it were summoning something.

An ominous premonition arose in Joffrey's heart.

He immediately grabbed the repeating crossbow from the side, propped it up on the wall, and aimed at the red figure.

"Shoot that woman in the red robe! Quickly!"

The crossbow bolts whistled out.

But it was too late.

A wall of fire rose instantly from the middle of the river, blocking the fire ships and Stannis's fleet.

The first fire-attack ship rammed into it.

"boom--"

Then came the second, the third, the fourth...

Green flames rose one after another, each dozens of feet high, like the outstretched arms of a demon, swallowing everything around them.

One after another, the fire-attack ships were detonated.

Before they could even get close to the enemy ship, they had already turned into clumps of floating wreckage.

Joffrey blurted it out.

"There's a cheater!"