380 Shelling of the city of Yang Ji
A hot, dry wind blew from the west, rolling up the sand.
When he saw the tan wall, Tyrion knew that the hardest part of the journey was over, and that the city was almost there.
Bronn staggered on his horse and asked:
"Tell me, why do you have to take a boat back to King's Landing in Halberd City?"
Tyrion whispered:
"Because I need to take someone with me."
Boron immediately came to his senses: "Your niece? ”
"Niece...... Well, there's nothing wrong with calling a niece. Tyrion shrugged, "The Martel family is almost finished, and I can't leave Mycera alone in Halberd City." ”
"The Martells won't let you take Princess Mycera. She has a marriage contract with Dolang's youngest son. ”
"Since I dare to come, I have a way." Tyrion smiled mysteriously.
Seeing Bolon's distrustful gaze, he had to add a few additional explanations:
"Actually, when I first sent Missella to Dorne, I made some preparations. Did you know that Lannisport has many lower Lannister branches, such as Lannith, Lannitz, Lantel, etc., and I have carefully selected a girl from them to be a lady-in-waiting for Mycella. She also has blonde hair, the same age difference, and almost real appearance...... In short, with a little dressing up, it is not a problem to deceive the people of the Martell family. ”
"I hope so."
While talking, the two have entered the Shadow City to the west, passed through the labyrinthine streets, and the triple curved gate, and finally arrived at the Old Palace.
Tyrion first found Princess Mycella and recounted his plans to sneak her away.
Although the princess was young, she was well-behaved and sensible, and she did not panic or cry when she heard the words, but tried to cooperate with her uncle.
In order to avoid long nights, Tyrion did not stay here long, dressed the maid as Mycella, and instructed the other party to pretend to take a lunch break, and then quietly left the old palace with the real princess.
Out of the palace gate, a few people went straight to the dock.
Situated on a jutting sandstone peninsula at the easternmost tip of the Dornland, the city is surrounded by the sea on three sides, with Narrow Sea storms to the north and east, but the bay to the south is a natural harbor.
The largest port in Dornland is Slatted Town, located at the mouth of the Green Blood River, and the second largest port in Halberd City, and more politically significant due to its location as it is home to the Martell family fort.
Ships coming and going from the Green Blood River usually stop at Halberd City to trade, replenish food and fresh water.
Unfortunately, after the queen of the Loyna warriors, Namelia, led 10,000 ships across the sea, in order to cut off the idea of the tribe returning to the homeland of Essos, she ordered all the ships to be burned.
Otherwise, to this day, maybe Yang Halberd City can also have a strong naval force.
When Tyrion and his party arrived at the docks, they could clearly feel the solemnity of the atmosphere.
He also saw several Qingting Island battleships that had escaped from the battle, which were miserably docked in the harbor waiting to be repaired.
The battered hull and the burned and broken mast are silently telling the tragedy of that naval battle, spreading an atmosphere of panic.
However, there are still quite a lot of ships in the harbor, including merchant ships and fishing boats, the large displacement is nearly 1,000 tons, and the small ones are less than 100 tons, densely packed in the harbor, and the masts are densely packed like corn in the field.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines silently on the sea level, and the light is cold and dark, as if to herald a not so good night.
Bolong walked around the docks and came back to report:
"Didn't find a ship to King's Landing, but there are a few merchant ships to Pantos and Braavos, shall we go?"
"Let's go!" Tyrion said without hesitation, "The Dorn's Territory is getting more and more dangerous, and one more day of stay is one more day of trouble." Let's go to Pantos! ”
"Okay, let's go."
The men found a merchant ship bound for Pantos, paid the fare, and the owner let them onboard.
Taking advantage of the rising tide of the evening, the merchant ships soon set sail for the port.
Looking at the Halberd City that was gradually moving away, Tyrion quietly breathed a sigh of relief, the escape plan was unbelievably smooth, of course, this is also because the Martell family is now in a hurry, and they don't have the time to care about them.
Just as he was trying to find some wine to celebrate, he suddenly saw a shrill siren from the lookout post.
"What's wrong?" Tyrion couldn't read the flag.
Boron couldn't understand it, so he grabbed a sailor and asked.
"There's a fleet ahead! Fleet of the Stormlands! The sailor shouted in alarm.
Tyrion only felt cold all over, and it took a long time for him to pull out an ugly wry smile:
"Looks like I'm rejoicing too soon......"
It didn't take long for them to see the fleet in the north, and the double-headed eagle flags fluttering in the wind looked particularly hideous in the setting sun.
The merchant ships hoisted their white flags and prayed that the opposing ships would not attack civilians.
The Tyrions were praying, too.
I don't know if it's because of sincerity, the Stormland fleet really didn't care about these merchant ships, and went straight to the direction of Yang Halberd City.
As he passed by, Tyrion saw the black holes in the guns on the side of the battleships, wondering what they were.
Soon, he knew what it was.
As they approached the harbor, the Stormlands Navy ships lowered their sails, slowed down, and began to line up in battle formation.
"Maybe we'll know how the Blue Pavilion fleet was defeated......" Tyrion muttered.
I don't know if it was the same curiosity, after confirming that the Stormlands fleet would not attack them, the merchant ship owner was no longer in a hurry to leave, but lowered his sails and docked in the distance, with curiosity and fear, and a trace of indescribable excitement, waiting for the battle to begin.
Boom Boom!
Forty warships roared almost simultaneously, and the black smoke that came out enveloped the entire fleet in gunsmoke, and the huge cannonballs landed in the harbor of Yang Halberd City, exploding with a bang, causing a splash.
The ships docked in the harbor were suddenly killed, whether it was the Qingting Island battleship that escaped or the innocent merchant fishing boat, all of them were affected by artillery fire.
Screams, screams, and curses mingled over the harbor, only to be drowned out by the rumbling of cannons.
The three Qingting Island battleships bravely rushed out, ready to die with the enemy.
All of them were scarred, and they had been blown out of countless large and small holes in the previous naval battle of the Sea of Dorne, and the deck was in shambles, and even the sails of the ships were burned.
Still, they rushed out, with a desperate momentum.
But alas, the battlefield is brutal.
They were sunk under the fire of more than 40 warships and hundreds of guns, and they did not even rush close.
The shelling continued, and the entire Yang Halberd City was shaken by the sound of cannons.
But fortunately, the power of this black powder driven smoothbore cannon is limited, and as long as the people of the port are not determined to stay and live with their ships, it is still too late to evacuate.
Although the destructive power was limited, the blow of this shelling to the Dornians was not to be underestimated.
The blow to Dorne's maritime trade was even more devastating.
From now on, unless the Stormlands fleet is defeated, no more merchant ships will dare to dock here.
The sun was setting over the sea, but the ships of the Stormlands continued to roar, seemingly ready to pour out all their fury on the harbor.
None of the docked ships were left intact, and the sea was littered with floating wooden wreckage.
Countless Dornas hid far behind the city walls, watching all this in front of them, their hearts filled with fear.
Tyrion moved his numb neck and sighed:
"Don't look at it, the Martell family is finished."
(End of chapter)