"The storm has arrived!" Gendry looked at Tyrosh.
Around Tyrosh, the sea was filled with the clamor of horns, roars, shouts, drumbeats, and the trilling of flutes, along with the sound of thousands of wooden oars rising and falling, striking the water. Some warships also had rams and trebuchets, which affected the speed of the ships.
Gendry saw the face of Tyrosh. Tyrosh stood on an island, much larger than Sunspear. At the mouth of Tyrosh's harbor stood the Weeping Tower, and within the city was the Fountain of the Wine God. The streets and riverbanks of Tyrosh were lined with many temples and shrines to different gods.
"The outer city of Tyrosh won't be difficult. The problem is the mighty inner city built of black dragonstone!" The city grew larger and larger before Gendry. The fleet should ideally occupy Tyrosh's harbor and then begin attacking the city. Even if the inner city couldn't be conquered, the outer city had to be taken.
On the sea near Tyrosh, the ships of both sides began to clash. Tyrosh's grand fleet numbered over 220 ships, plus twenty exiled Myr warships; they had come out in full force.
"Our fleet has a numerical advantage, and this time I have chosen the most capable captains to take Tyrosh!" Gendry thought. The Narrow Sea Fleet and the Wolf Pack Fleet encircled the Tyrosh warships.
The battlefield turned into a chaotic vortex. Gendry saw the 'Light of Myr' retract its oars in time before being rammed, but the left oars of the 'gunpowder herb' were snapped like matchsticks by a passing Tyrosh warship.
"Archers!" Moros commanded, and his Crossbowmen unleashed a deadly rain of arrows. The purple-haired Tyrosh captain fell, but no one knew his name.
Grappling hooks flew, and iron rams smashed through wooden hulls. Amidst the swirling smoke, arrows rained down, and many warriors fell!
"Advance!" Moros commanded. The 'wolf pack' and the 'warhammer' simultaneously crashed into a large Tyrosh warship, tearing it to pieces from bow to stern. The force of this collision was so great that even people on another Tyrosh warship several boats away fell into the water.
"Retreat!" Moros gave the order, and the oars reversed. Seawater rushed into the large hole just created, and the Tyrosh warship disintegrated before Gendry, with groups of people falling into the river. The living struggled desperately, the dead were silent, and the colorful-haired Tyrosh sailors wailed before sinking to the bottom of the sea.
By this point, the battlefield had become somewhat chaotic. The first battle line dispersed and began fighting individually. The 'wolf pack' also had two escort ships, which joined the melee. As the Wolf Pack Fleet became entangled with the enemy fleet, the warships slowly rotated. The decks began to turn bloody.
"Die!" The Tyroshi accent carried a boisterous tone. Gendry focused on the Tyrosh warrior in front of him. He was also wearing leather armor, seemingly a Tyrosh naval Vice Commander. The Tyroshi wielded his longsword and attacked Gendry.
"Die!" Gendry put on his helmet. His valyrian steel scimitar was indestructible, and his valyrian steel blade brought the greeting of death, cutting the blue-haired Tyrosh naval officer in half at the waist. The spilled guts and intestines made the deck very slippery, requiring a bit of caution.
The best use for an arakh is while riding a horse, but that was not an option at the moment.
Davos also picked up a weapon and launched a cold attack. He was there as an envoy and did not want to sacrifice himself in vain. The war was very cruel until the enemy's ship in front of him was destroyed.
"Captain, can we use our next move now?" Gendry asked Moros. Naval combat was indeed extraordinary; for him, it was a new subject. In terms of experience and skill, he had to trust Harris, trust Moros, but it was a shame he couldn't poach Ser Davos; he really liked such professionals.
"It's time, Commander-in-Chief," Moros replied, and the horn sounded again. The Wolf Pack Fleet and the Narrow Sea Fleet attacked together, increasing the speed of the battle. The Tyrosh warships were struggling, as their fleet was still outnumbered. Especially the swift and fast ships, which encircled them like sharks.
"I'd like to see how long the Tyroshi can last!" Gendry looked at the Tyrosh fleet.
Warships collided. When the warships rammed each other with their rams, it was followed by close-quarters combat. If a ship was too slow, its fate was to be sunk. Tides and customs had to be considered, but fortunately, Moros, as a pirate, was very skilled.
"My old friend! It seems you haven't forgotten your old tricks!" Ser Davos praised.
"Of course, you've forgotten when we used to make a living together on the sea. If you were even a little slow and got caught, it was off with your head!" Moros said proudly.
Fierce battle erupted on the sea. This was a battle of life and death. Tyrosh's slavers and governors had spent their fortunes to ensure the fleet was controlled by Free Tyroshi and wandering Mercenaries, suppressing the slave sailors as much as possible to prevent betrayal within the Tyrosh fleet, making the war very cruel.
But the Tyroshi had forgotten that by sending wandering Mercenaries, free sailors, and Tyrosh citizens to the battlefield, they had also emptied the city of Tyrosh.
"Kill!" "Kill the slavers!" A huge and tumultuous sound suddenly erupted in the city of Tyrosh, with flames and smoke rising into the sky. To counter the Wolf Pack's landing, the Tyroshi had also prepared some trebuchets, but the slaves began a large-scale mutiny, and some trebuchets had already been destroyed and burned by them.
"It's stable!" Gendry breathed a sigh of relief. Before attacking Tyrosh, the Free Army had secretly sent many leaflets, information, and weapons into the city of Tyrosh. Although the Tyrosh governors had temporarily suppressed them with a numerical advantage of Mercenaries, Tyrosh itself was unstable when the war intensified.
Mutinies also began to break out on some Tyrosh fleets. Angry slave sailors clashed with Tyrosh sailors and free sailors, and the situation was now collapsing completely.
"Kill! Kill the slavers!"
"Kill! Kill these Tyrosh slavers!"
The Tyrosh fleet saw their backyard on fire, and the city of Tyrosh also seemed to be in chaos. This fearless Tyrosh fleet, a counter-attack fleet armed with heavy investment, slowly crumbled. Many ships began to row towards Tyrosh, and some ships were dodging the hastily arriving attacks.
"Surrender!" "Surrender!" Some helpless Tyrosh ships raised white flags.
Gendry looked at Tyrosh ahead; this was the moment.
Facing the billowing black smoke, Gendry saw small sailboats, merchant ships, and fragments of Tyrosh warships.
Some of the fastest and swiftest ships, like swordfish, sped wildly. These fast ships were originally black ships used by pirates for raiding and plundering in the Stepstones, and now they were transporting sailors and soldiers of the Narrow Sea Fleet and the Wolf Pack Fleet, who swarmed ashore towards Tyrosh.
Some areas were already covered with charred masts and sunken ships, used to prevent ships from approaching the stone docks. But Moros was a smuggler, and smugglers were very familiar with the land of Tyrosh.
"Kill!" The crew, archers, and infantry swarmed ashore together. Some outer city gates had already opened due to the slave rebellion. The soldiers only needed to carefully choose their landing paths and plant the Wolf Pack banner on the land of Tyrosh.
Tyrosh's Mercenaries and garrison also rushed out, but compared to Westeros, they had relatively few knights.
Blood met blood, and the fighting began. The rioting slaves, Free Army soldiers, and Wolf Pack soldiers roared as they attacked, because the Tyroshi were so easy to identify by their hair. The scene was one of flying flesh and blood, with spears and battle axes dancing wildly.
"It seems the Warrior has certainly heard your prayers!" Ser Davos said to Gendry. "You are about to achieve victory!"
Davos, however, was not too comfortable in his heart. With the fleet Across the Narrow Sea controlled by Gendry, the mission Duke Stannis had given him had effectively failed.
A storm had risen on the sea, but this storm came from another stag.
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