A mist shrouded the waters off the east coast of the North, and the Dragonstone fleet sailed slowly from the port of Old Town into the waters of Bite Bay.

The Onion Knight stood on the deck of a warship at the front of the fleet, looking at the silent sea, and a hint of unease gradually appeared on his expressionless face.

It had been a while since the fleet set sail, and the Onion Knight asked the guards around him again. "Did you see the northern ship in charge of the reconnaissance?"

"There is nothing out of the ordinary, the fog is shrouded and the vision is not wide, but no suspicious ships have been found, Prime Minister. ”

The sea is unfortified.

Did the people of the North really just want to force us to leave, so they launched a siege on the old city?

Davos had some doubts in his mind.

If that's all there is to it, is it necessary to launch such a big battle?

Carrying siege equipment and arranging two legions of 2,000 men to dispatch and stationing this series of things, just to bluff and scare them?

It's not impossible, there is no navy in the north, as long as his fleet wants to leave, the new guardian of the north Lynn probably can't do anything about them.

Thinking like this, the nervous expression on the onion knight's face relaxed a little, and he turned his head to look at the fleet sailing behind him.

Because of the fog on the sea, the shadow of fifty warships sailing on the surface of the sea was very unreal, and in fact, he could only observe the movements of the forty or fifty ships closest to the warship he was on.

If it weren't for Stannis's very strong demands, as a smuggler by training, he would never have chosen to let the fleet sail on the foggy sea.

You must know that if you encounter foggy weather on the sea, the visibility will be lower than on land, which will directly affect the sight of the helmsman of the warship, and when the fog is serious, it is even easy to run aground.

"Order the flag bearer, order the fleet to control the speed and keep the distance. The Onion Knight shouted orders to the heralds on deck.

At this moment, a loud bang suddenly sounded on the sea in front of him, and it was the sound of a long horn.

Davos Seaworth, the onion knight, was in his heart!

The sound of a huge horn was not far ahead, and the onion knight blushed, but he found that he could not see anything clearly in front of him, and the two sentry posts beside him who were responsible for reconnoitering the sea were also nervous, unaware of the enemy, but the enemy blew a good horn, God knows how scary such a situation is.

"Did anyone find anything?" asked Davos Seaworth, the onion knight, aloud.

No one answered.

A sentry stared at the sea ahead, in the direction from which the trumpet sounded.

There was nothing but sea water and fog, and nothing else to be seen.

He turned his head and began to survey the ship, still unable to see a ghost.

"What's the situation?" a reconnaissance sentry swallowed hard, the ship still cleaving the waves.

Suddenly, a man touched his arm, and he subconsciously turned his head, and saw a companion holding his arm, and the palm of the other hand curled up, pointing in the direction he had patrolled before.

"What?"

"Look, is there a dark shadow ahead?"

"Black shadow? what, no!" The sentry stared for a moment, but did not notice the dark shadow that his companion was talking about, and he was just about to reprimand this inexperienced companion not to be suspicious, and then the moment his gaze was withdrawn, his gaze followed the direction of his companion's finger, looking at the calm and waveless sea, as if something was shaking.

When he looked closely, he couldn't help but feel his throat tighten, and his face suddenly turned pale.

It turned out that the black clothes did not refer to the fog in front of them, but the reflection reflected on the surface of the sea.

He immediately understood what was going on.

Damn, it's a battleship, just behind the mist.

The battleships were painted with white resin, blending their eyes with the fog on the sea, and they couldn't really see it at all from a slight distance.

Following this line of thought, he raised his head again, and his whole body suddenly trembled into chaff.

One, two, three, ten... Huge three-story warships, walking side by side, from the far depths of the mist, rushed towards their own warship.

The black shadow on the sea, a moment ago, was only the thickness of a human figure, and in the blink of an eye, it was as big as a carriage.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"There's a fleet approaching ahead!"

In an instant, the sentry who scouted the sea shouted.

The onion knight behind him heard this, his eyes widened, and he waved his hand and roared at the herald behind him: "Ring the battleship alarm!"

"Everyone is ready to fight!"

"All the crossbowmen are out of the cabin! The first ballista of the battleship is gone, hurry up!"

As soon as the words of Davos Seaworth, the onion knight, fell, there was a whistling sound breaking through the air.

The Gripen fleet's three-masted sail warships were equipped with five long-range flat-firing crossbow arrows each, and their fangs were opened.

The first step was launched, and the crossbow bolts fired in a volley.

Pounds! pounds! pounds!

Several javelin-thick crossbow arrows instantly shot into the battlefield where Davos was, and with great inertia, the crossbow arrows tore through the baffles of the deck, and continued to fly through the bodies of the two sailors walking side by side on the deck, front and back, and finally pierced into the hatch of the second deck.

The shooting came suddenly.

After the first round of firing, the Gripen fleet continued to move forward, and at this moment, it was completely exposed to the Dragonstone fleet.

This sea battle has officially begun.

For the first time, the Gripen fleet bared its fangs to the people of Westeros, opening its bloody jaws.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

When the rain of arrows accompanied by the roar of crossbow arrows launched an attack on the Dragonstone fleet.

The expression on Davos's face changed from stiffness to horror in an instant, and by looking at the density of arrows breaking through the air behind the mist, one could guess how large the raiding fleet was.

His companions quickly fell one by one, and a sentry's throat-thick crossbow arrow pierced in an instant, shattering his entire neck, and the huge inertia caused his entire corpse to fly ten meters away on the deck, and finally fell into the icy sea with a thud.

At the same time, a crossbowman beside him who was holding a bow and arrow and was about to return fire in front of him was also in the dense range of arrows, and in an instant, a sharp arrow pierced through his chest, just like a dinner knife gently cutting a piece of cheese easily, and scarlet blood was suddenly thrown over the deck.

Countless black shadows of huge battleships suddenly appeared from the front of the sea mist, like black ghost ships, they were silent, agile, and ghostly, as soon as they approached, they would launch a fatal blow to any warship in front of them.

An attendant shielded the onion knight under an oak shield, which was shot with a dense array of arrows, and the slightest outcrop would be fired into a sieve.

The Onion Knight hunched over, not knowing whether he had dodged the fourth or fifth round of fire, and finally the enemy ship fire in front of him finally stopped.

He just wanted to get up and beckon his fellow crossbowmen to fight back.

Thundered!

There was a loud bang, and the battleship he was in instantly trembled violently, shook on the sea, tilted backwards 45 degrees, and finally fell back to the surface.

If a ship is rammed by an enemy ship, it means that a bloodier broadside battle begins.

The battleship, which had already been ignited by the flaming arrows, was now brightly lit, and the Onion Knight stood up, drew the king's sword from his waist, and roared angrily at the figures that jumped down from the opposite battleship, and ran away.

Davos shouted, "Long live Stannis, long live the King!"

The next moment, he was covered in his own blood, and in the humid air, he could smell the thick bloody smell that permeated the air.

He ignored the huge gap in his abdomen and looked around, the fog on the sea gradually dissipated, and the whole sea seemed to be ignited, and his eyes were full of scarcity and ruin.

Eventually, Davos, the onion knight, hung his head weakly, looked at the flaming deer banner on the deck under his feet like a blood-soaked deer, and fell down with a bang.

At the same time, the unilateral and naval battle slaughter of Dragonstone by the northern Gripen fleet began.