Dawg Russ commanded the fleet to sail along the coastline for more than an hour, and then saw the outline of Lys in the distance.
It is a city floating on the sea.
Lys consists of four islands, one large, three small, and the largest one is in the shape of a long and narrow triangle, like an arrow casually thrown into the sea, with the tip pointing straight to the northeast.
The city-state Lys is located on that Sharp Point - white city walls, towering towers, and layered roofs extend from the seaside to the hinterland of the island, shining with a honey-like warm yellow light in the sun.
The city-state is surrounded by three smaller islands on three sides, like three guarding pearls, guarding the largest gem in the center.
Any fleet that wants to approach Lys from the sea must first pass through the waterway between these three islands.
As for those three waterways, the narrow ones can only allow two warships to pass side by side, and the wide ones can only accommodate five or six ships.
The outlines of fortifications can be vaguely seen on the three small islands - arrow towers, trebuchet positions, and even a few beacon towers that looked like they had just been repaired.
If the defenders deployed enough troops on these small islands and cooperated with the city-state's fleet on the main island, any fleet attacking from the sea would be trapped alive in the waterway.
There is a city wall in front, a fleet blocking it behind, and archery towers on the left and right. There is no way to the sky and no way to the earth.
This is a natural trap.
Dawg Lars stood on the bow of the flagship, holding a sheepskin map in his hand, on which the sea areas around Lys were densely marked.
He had analyzed this map all the way, going through the width of each waterway, the fortifications on each island, and every possible attack route several times.
"Your Highness," he spoke for the hundredth time, with an almost pleading tone in his voice, "The general thinks that we should go around from the north and land on the back of the island. The terrain there is flat and there is no decent defense-"
"You said it."
Redd's voice came from the bow of the ship, so calm that no emotion could be heard.
His back was to Dawg ras and he was facing the direction of Lys. The sea breeze blew his cloak loudly.
King Ghidorah was not in the air, but folded his wings and crouched at the stern of the flagship, with his three heads drooped, as if he had no interest in this debate.
"Your Highness, I know you have heard this, but I still have to say -" Dawg Russ began to sweat on his forehead, "Any one of these three waterways is a dead end."
Lys people only need to put a few hundred crossbowmen on the island and set up a few trebuchets on the city wall, and our fleet will be a living target when it enters.
When the time comes, I won't be able to retreat even if I want to--"
"So?" Redd still didn't look back.
"So -" Dawg Russ swallowed, "If you are brave, please think again, Your Highness.
We can go around to the north and attack from the land route.
Although it will take an extra day or two, it is safe.
Your Highness, please think about it, Daemon, although that guy is arrogant, he is not stupid either. He must have deployed heavy troops in front of us waiting for us--"
"Dawg ras."
Redd finally turned around.
His expression was calm, even flat, but those eyes - Dawg The moment Russ looked into those eyes, all the remaining words in his mouth were stuck in his throat.
There was no anger in those eyes, but there was something unquestionable that could send chills down one's spine.
Just like the look King Ghidorah occasionally shows - not angry, not threatening, just a simple "I have the final say" without any reason.
"I said, enter from the front."
The voice was not loud, but every word was like a nail nailed into Dawg Russ's chest.
Dawg Lars's lips trembled.
He wanted to say something more - not for himself, but for those old subordinates who had been with him for many years, and for the sailors on the deck who were eavesdropping on the conversation.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say "Your Highness, brothers of the general" - but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back.
He looked into Redd's eyes and suddenly understood something.
This young Dragon King doesn't care what he says at all.
He didn't care about the pros and cons of the terrain he analyzed, he didn't care about the risk probabilities he calculated, and he didn't care about the lives of those sailors.
His mind was made up and there was no room for negotiation.
And he, Dawg las, has only two choices: obey, or disobey.
He could imagine the consequences of disobedience with his toes.
"General... I obey."
His voice was very soft, so soft that it was almost blown away by the sea breeze.
When he finished saying this, he felt something on his shoulder collapse, as if someone had taken away a supporting bone.
Redd nodded, turned around again, facing the direction of Lys.
Dawg Russ stood there, stunned for several breaths, then slowly turned around and walked towards the rudder of the ship.
His footsteps were heavy, and every step felt like stepping on cotton.
The sailors on the deck looked at him approaching and lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.
He walked to the rudder, held on to the handle, and took a deep breath.
"Send orders to all ships." His voice was hoarse, as if there was a ball of rags stuffed in his throat, "Single file, enter from the main waterway.
The flagship takes the lead, keeps a distance, and is ready to engage in battle at any time."
The adjutant was stunned for a moment. "Sir, from the main waterway? That's just--"
"I said, from the main waterway!" Dawg Russ turned his head suddenly, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, "Are you deaf?!"
The adjutant was so frightened that he took a step back and did not dare to ask any more questions. He turned around and ran to deliver the order.
Dawg Lars held the rudder and looked at the entrance of the waterway that was getting closer and closer in front of him.
The two small islands are like two huge stone doors, quietly waiting for his fleet to fall into their trap.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind - What if the Lys people put chains in the waterway?
What if the trebuchets on the island fire at the same time? What if that guy Daemon leads his fleet to outflank us from behind?
Every thought made his scalp tingle.
But he could say nothing more.
He looked back at King Ghidorah, which was following the stern of the boat.
The giant dragon was lying on the sea, floating with its wings fully spread out. The head in the middle was resting on the other two heads, making a slight snoring sound.
The golden scales sparkle in the sun, and it looks harmless, like a big cat taking a nap in the sun.
It was this "big cat" that just slaughtered a fleet.
Dawg Russ looked away and smiled bitterly.
His life is precious. He said to himself in his heart.
Now that Your Highness has decided, then listen to Your Highness.
Anyway, if the sky falls, someone tall will hold it up - that dragon is not a decoration.
As for my brothers...
His eyes swept over the busy sailors on the deck.
Many of them have been with him for several years, and some are even old faces who have been with him since he first became a captain.