Lucerys, standing on the deck of the Conqueror and seeing his fleet surrounded on all sides, was extremely anxious.
After all, Ser Lorent had said before that if Jacaerys's army was ambushed and defeated by the enemy,
then everyone on Dragonstone would die.
And with his quick mind, he had already realized that what his brother had said earlier was correct.
He had truly been betrayed by Bollos Earl, otherwise, the Green Party wouldn't have been able to precisely plan such a large-scale ambush.
Seeing Jacaerys constantly looking through the golden tube, showing no intention of giving orders to fight,
Lucerys couldn't help but want to ask, but Stone, standing behind Jacaerys, smiled and shook his head at him.
That's right!
Brother is a cunning and fierce good person.
He must have expected an ambush long ago and already thought of how to deal with these villains.
I'm too impatient, how could I question my brother?
Ever since witnessing Jacaerys single-handedly build a massive fleet, Lucerys began to overthink.
As soon as he thought of this, his extreme anxiety immediately calmed down.
At the same time, Jacaerys also put down the special telescope in his hand and began to formulate a battle plan based on the known information.
The row of fire ships on the right side of the Conqueror Fleet, while seemingly terrifying, were actually very easy to deal with.
The Green Party used them as an initial attack, not for killing and injuring.
Rather, it was to blockade the eastern waters and embed these small fire ships into the wedge formation, turning them into disruptive nails.
So Jacaerys planned to let Korman, who was already prepared, handle them.
The Baratheon fleet on the left only had about ten large warships and twenty medium and small warships.
The total force was estimated to be around three thousand men, making them the weakest party in the encirclement.
However, they had the advantage of geography with Storm's End at their back, allowing them to fight or retreat.
But from the original play, it can be seen that Bollos Duke, who chose sides based on the benefits of marriage, is a shrewd and profit-oriented man.
And shrewd people definitely know how to protect themselves, so the Baratheon fleet will probably only put on a show in the early stages, while observing the situation.
If the Green Party gains the upper hand, they will bravely enter the battle.
If the Blacks gain the upper hand, then they will definitely make a strategic retreat.
So Jacaerys prepared to detach fifteen medium and small warships to tie them down and play along with them.
The Royal Fleet directly in front had about twenty large warships and thirty medium and small warships, with a total force estimated at around five thousand men.
Tyrann Lannister was promoted by Queen Alicent herself and is considered a staunch supporter of the Green Party.
But in the hearts of most Lords of the Seven Kingdoms, family interests outweigh everything.
As long as this House Lannister fleet, sailing under the name of the Royal Fleet, suffers heavy losses, he is very likely to withdraw from the battlefield.
After all, this is just a normal encirclement, not a crucial decisive battle concerning the life and death of the Lannister family.
So Jacaerys prepared to let the first row of warships and Lucerys deal with them.
And most importantly, the Hightower Fleet located in the rear.
They had about thirty large ships and fifty-two medium and small ships, with a total force estimated at around eight thousand men.
However, these eighty-odd ships were not all warships; some merchant ships and fishing boats were mixed in.
This is probably all the ships the Hightower family could mobilize from Oldtown.
Indeed, for the Hightower family,
this battle can be considered a decisive battle that will determine the ownership of the Seven Kingdoms, and they must go all out.
But what Jacaerys found interesting was that he saw a large number of Dornish soldiers in this massive Hightower Fleet.
No wonder the Martell Family remained silent after Alexandra's humiliation of Prince Corren.
It turned out they had already allied with the Green Party and were preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Jacaerys.
This Hightower Fleet is naturally the main force of this encirclement, and they will absolutely not retreat until the last moment of the battle.
So Jacaerys planned to let Stone lead the main force of the Conqueror Fleet and Rien lead the Valyrian Fleet to fight a protracted battle with them.
As for Aemond and Vhagar circling in the sky, it goes without saying, they are Jacaerys and Womax's opponents.
After quickly reviewing the battle plan in his mind and confirming there were no omissions, Jacaerys assigned the combat missions one by one.
Tap tap tap!
The messengers ran quickly on the deck, relaying orders to the warships around the Conqueror using flag signals.
Then, using them as intermediaries, Jacaerys's orders were transmitted to the entire fleet.
Whoosh, whoosh!
On the right side of the Conqueror Fleet, fifteen medium and small warships, powered by the sailors' strenuous rowing, sailed out of the wedge formation against the wind.
Then these fifteen warships quickly turned their direction, stern to bow, and presented their broadsides to the fire ships coming with the wind.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Under Korman's command, rolls of thick, grayish-white cotton cloth were thrown down from the broadsides by the sailors on these fifteen warships.
These thick cotton cloths, with their tops tied to the broadsides, unfolded as they fell, instantly completely covering the side hulls of the fifteen warships.
Heh heh!
Aemond, circling above the fire ships, couldn't help but let out a sneer after seeing the enemy warships' actions.
It was the first time he had seen someone actively add fuel, seemingly afraid they wouldn't be burned to death.
Bang bang bang!
One after another, small fire ships burning fiercely crashed into the sides of the fifteen warships commanded by Korman.
These fifteen warships were rocked from side to side for a while, but they all held on without incident.
Ho ho ho!
The high-temperature flames of the small fire ships roasted the grayish-white thick cotton cloth at close range, but they couldn't ignite it at all.
These fifteen warships immediately acted like a firebreak at sea, directly isolating the small fire ships from the Conqueror Fleet.
Seeing this scene, Aemond in the sky immediately widened his only remaining right eye.
He only had one question in his mind now.
What kind of cotton cloth is this, that it can withstand the continuous burning of flames?
On the deck of the Conqueror, Lucerys, who saw this miraculous scene through the special telescope, asked the same question.
Jacaerys heard him and explained this grayish-white cotton cloth: "This is asbestos cloth, also known as 'fire-washed cloth' in the distant East.
It is very heat-resistant, and ordinary flames absolutely cannot ignite it.
Even if it is continuously burned by a large fire like this, at most it will only curl and deform slightly."
"My God! There is actually such magical cotton cloth in the world that is not afraid of fire.
Brother, you are amazing, you can even find such a treasure!"
Feeling the worship in Lucerys's tone, Jacaerys's mouth curved into a smile.
He hadn't been spending the past month doing nothing and enjoying the service of the Myrish maidens.
This asbestos cloth was a solution Jacaerys racked his brains to come up with to deal with the enemy's Dracarys.
Based on his memories of asbestos mines from his previous life, he mobilized the surviving civilians of the entire city of Myr to look for similar things.
Myr was after all a prosperous port city, and it didn't take long to find this 'Stone that can be pulled into threads'.
Because this stuff is easily carcinogenic, he handed over all matters related to asbestos to Korman.
The fifteen medium and small warships he commanded were actually specifically responsible for weaving through the Conqueror Fleet to extinguish fires.
Getting back to the main point!
While the fire ships at sea were blocked by Korman's troops, the Conqueror Fleet's formation had also been adjusted according to orders.
Now, at the very front of the formation, was still the first row of the wedge formation that had not slowed down before, totaling eighteen medium and small warships.
They were charging straight towards the Royal Fleet.
The remaining fifteen medium and small warships of the second row all moved to the left, heading towards the Baratheon fleet.
And the twenty-two large warships of the third row had already turned around, cooperating with the Valyrian Fleet, which had thirty-eight warships, to sail towards the Hightower Fleet.
The Conqueror, as the flagship of the third row, had naturally also turned around.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Jacaerys spoke to his younger brother: "Lucerys, it's our turn.
You must remember the task I assigned you, this will determine the outcome of this war!"
"Brother, don't worry, I remember."
Lucerys first answered seriously, then cupped his hands around his mouth like a trumpet,
and shouted in high valyrian towards the sky, "Arrax!"
Whoosh, whoosh!
Arrax, who had been circling above the Conqueror, swooped down from the sky.
Thud!
He immediately slowed down as he approached the Conqueror, then hovered for a moment with a slight flap of his wings, and landed on the deck.
For a large warship like the Conqueror, which was a hundred meters long, Arrax, with a total length of only eight meters including his tail, could not affect it.
Lucerys finally nodded to Jacaerys, then agilely climbed onto Arrax's saddle and sat firm.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Arrax flapped his wings and flew up four or five meters, then hovered in the air.
Lucerys turned his head to look at the deck of the Conqueror, wanting to see how his brother would ride his dragon into the sky.
After all, Womax's size was about four times larger than Arrax's now.
It was impossible for him to land on the Conqueror's deck like Arrax.
When he saw Lucerys stop while riding his dragon, Jacaerys knew what he was thinking.
A mysterious smile curved his lips, and a thought was transmitted to Womax through their mental link.
Womax, circling high in the sky, suddenly folded his wings and then free-fell towards the sea like an arrow.
Plop!
Splash!
Womax's massive dragon body plunged straight into the sea to the left of the Conqueror.
The huge splash instantly caused a downpour beneath the Conqueror's deck.
Hmm? What is Womax doing?
Lucerys in the sky frowned tightly, his face full of confusion.
But in the next second, he displayed facial expressions ranging from confusion to stupor and then to admiration.
Boom!
The sea surface to the right of the Conqueror suddenly exploded, and Womax's dark green dragon head emerged from the sea, positioned with his back to the starboard side of the ship.
With rapid steps!
Jacaerys, who had sensed it in advance through their mental link, timed his steps perfectly and charged forward.
Whoosh!
He stepped onto the starboard railing and leaped, just as Womax's dragon body flew out of the sea.
Jacaerys reached out and grabbed the saddle coming up from below, and the entire person was instantly carried soaring into the sky by Womax.
Heavens, how much tacit understanding must a Dragonrider and his dragon have to achieve this level!
And this way of riding a dragon... is simply too cool!
Lucerys, who had watched Jacaerys' entire process of riding his dragon into the sky up close, was stunned.
After recovering, he shouted with a face full of admiration at Jacaerys, who was already high in the sky:
"Brother, you have to teach me this later!"
Jacaerys, who was already seated firmly in the saddle and entering combat readiness, did not hear his shout.
After Womax flew high into the sky, he charged straight towards Vhagar, who was circling in the eastern sky.
Roar, roar, roar!
Enemies meeting makes eyes particularly red; these two dragons twisted and turned high in the sky, spraying Dracarys at each other.
The eastern sky would light up with a ball of bright yellow flame one moment, and explode with a streak of black-grey flame the next.
But whether intentionally or unintentionally, they seemed to fly higher and higher, getting further and further from the battlefield.
Lucerys, looking towards the eastern sky, suddenly remembered his mission and immediately steered Arrax to fly north.
If the fire ship attack just now was merely an appetizer, then now was the main course.
Whizz, whizz, whizz!
The first to engage in combat, naturally, were the royal fleet and the eighteen medium and small warships that had not slowed down.
Arrows rained down as if they cost nothing, shooting out from dozens of warships on both sides.
But after just a few rounds of arrow exchange, the difference between the royal fleet and the cannon fodder army was clearly visible.
Whether in terms of arrow force or accuracy, the royal fleet far surpassed the cannon fodder army.
Seemingly sensing the opponent's weak combat power, the royal fleet's formation immediately split into two.
Half the warships continued to suppress with arrow rain, while the other half accelerated forward for boarding actions.
Clang, clang, clang!
As soon as the royal fleet's ten large warships and fifteen medium and small warships approached.
Hundreds, even thousands, of House Lannister soldiers couldn't wait to throw out boarding planks with grappling hooks.
Kill!
Clang, clang!
When this group of imposing House Lannister soldiers rushed onto the foremost medium and small warships via the boarding planks.
They encountered virtually no decent resistance; wave after wave of cannon fodder army soldiers immediately threw down their weapons and knelt in surrender.
After all, the current situation was different from the Siege of Tyrosh; there was no The Unsullied Legion behind them acting as a supervisory force.
Previously, struggling to climb Tyrosh was for survival, and now actively kneeling in surrender was also for survival.
This immediately confused the House Lannister soldiers.
They hadn't expected these fully armed, seemingly elite enemies to be so easily defeated.
In the end, with only dozens of casualties, this half of the royal fleet captured all eighteen medium and small warships.
Such a record could be considered a glorious victory anywhere.
On the last medium warship captured by the House Lannister soldiers, a House Lannister officer was inspecting his spoils of war.
"Hmm? What's in these boxes? Food supplies?"
He looked at the many wooden boxes piled on the deck and asked the cannon fodder army soldier kneeling on the deck.
A captain of the cannon fodder army immediately replied ingratiatingly: "We don't know either!
These were all placed on our ships by Your Majesty, no, by that evil dragon.
But it couldn't be food supplies.
Because the food supplies for the entire fleet are stored on the Valyrian Fleet at the very back."
"Oh? What you said has piqued my interest.
Men, open these boxes."
The House Lannister officer, hearing this, immediately eagerly beckoned two soldiers to open the boxes.
Crack!
The lid of the wooden box was pried open, revealing rows of neatly arranged sealed clay pots.
"Hmm, is it wine?"
The House Lannister officer muttered to himself and reached out to tear off the clay seal of the pot.
"Damn it, what the hell is in this? It smells awful!"
As soon as the clay pot was opened, a pungent smell spread across the deck.
The captain who had answered the question earlier also smelled the pungent odor,
After a slight pause, his face changed dramatically, and he immediately shouted: "That's wildfire! Quick, seal it up!
Don't let it touch any source of fire."
Seeing the captain so nervous, the House Lannister officer was about to ask further, but a rapid sound of dragon wings cutting through the air suddenly rang out above his head.
He subconsciously looked up and saw the last image of his life.
Whoosh!
A long, thin streak of orange-red Dracarys directly ignited the officer and the wooden box beside him.
Green flame rose from the opened clay pot, quickly merging with the orange-red Dracarys into a streak of black-grey flame.
Boom, boom, boom!
The black-grey flame quickly covered the other clay pots in the wooden box, but because these pots were still sealed, a series of explosions occurred due to the high temperature.
Ah!!!
Black-grey flames of various sizes splashed everywhere in the explosions.
Whether House Lannister soldiers or cannon fodder army soldiers, getting even a little bit on them was equivalent to death.
These black-grey flames burned fiercely using their flesh and blood as fuel, reducing them to skeletons in a very short time.
Plop, plop!
A portion of the House Lannister soldiers who were further away from the wooden boxes were so terrified by the horrifying scene that they immediately jumped into the sea.
But they seemed to have forgotten they were still wearing heavy armor; upon entering the water, they sank straight towards the dark seabed.
And the terrifying black-grey flame, after consuming the entire medium warship, could actually spread along the seawater in all directions.
The nearest royal fleet warship had no time to escape and soon became a huge ball of black-grey fire.
Roar, roar, roar!
In the sky, Lucerys was strictly following his brother's instructions to carry out his mission.
He steered Arrax, specifically targeting the cargo boxes on the decks of their own warships to spray Dracarys.
Whizz, whizz, whizz!
The distant royal fleet attempted to attack Lucerys with arrow rain, but the small-bodied Arrax agilely dodged them.
Instead, many House Lannister soldiers below him kept falling in the friendly fire from the arrow rain.
Lucerys continued his mission this way, while dodging the arrow rain.
But when he ignited the sixth of their own warships, he found that his mission was already completed ahead of time.
Because these black-grey flames, a mixture of Dracarys and wildfire, were truly terrifying.
Even without spreading wildfire across this sea area beforehand, after consuming a large amount of soldiers' flesh and blood and ships from both sides, the powerful blaze could spread across the surface of the seawater.
Whoosh!
This sea area had already turned into a raging inferno; a large amount of seawater was evaporated into steam by the high temperature of the black-grey flames, rising towards the sky.
Forty-three ships of various sizes from both sides, and nearly four thousand soldiers, were thus burned to cinders!