He knew their names, how many people there were in their families, who liked drinking and who liked gambling.
He knew that the old Wang who was reefing the sails had an old woman lying on the bed, and that the little Li Zi who was watching from the bow had just married a wife.
But if Redd insists on getting into the trap, what can he do?
He Dawg Russ is just a part-time worker.
His lips moved slightly and he said something silently - maybe an apology, maybe a prayer, maybe nothing at all.
"Sir!" the lookout's voice came from the mast, "Enemy ships have been spotted in the waterway ahead! A lot of them... a lot of them!"
Dawg Lars's pupils shrank slightly. He grabbed the copper telescope hanging on his chest and aimed it at the entrance of the waterway.
Through the lens tube, he saw the fleet of Lys people. A dozen warships were lying in the middle of the waterway, with their bows facing the entrance, posing in a prepared posture.
The flag on the ship was fluttering in the wind - not the flag of the god of lust, but the flag of the three-headed Gold Dragon king.
Flag of Daemon.
His fleet is here.
Dawg Russ's hand shook slightly, but he quickly stabilized.
He put down the telescope, took a deep breath, and said in an overly calm tone that was unfamiliar even to him, "Send the order, all ships are ready to fight."
Then he turned around and shouted towards the stern of the ship, "Your Highness! Daemon's fleet is waiting for us ahead!"
Redd did not look back. He stood there, facing the direction of Lys, with the sea breeze blowing his hair and cloak.
King Ghidorah didn't know when he woke up. Three heads were raised at the same time, and six golden eyes looked into the depths of the waterway.
"I saw it." Redd's voice came from the wind, with a smile that was almost inaudible.
Of course he saw it. This is what he was waiting for.
If he goes around from the north and attacks from the land, what will Daemon do?
run.
He took his people, took those men in black robes, took all the secrets, slipped away through another waterway, and disappeared into this vast sea.
Where will he find it then?
But now - now he gave Daemon a chance.
A chance to "win".
The waterway is narrow, the fleet cannot move, and the defenders occupy a favorable location. No matter how you look at it, the defenders have the upper hand.
Daemon Would he run away when he saw such a situation?
No.
He will feel that this is a God-given opportunity.
He will think that Redd is a reckless man, a young boy who doesn't know how to fight, and a fool who thinks he is invincible while riding a dragon.
He will concentrate all his strength, wanting to teach Redd a lesson here, and wanting to decide the outcome in a battle here.
And this is exactly what Redd wants.
Lure out all the mice and catch them all in one fell swoop.
As for how many people would die in the process - Redd glanced at the fleet behind him, including fifteen battleships and thousands of sailors - he didn't think much about it.
It's not cruelty or cold-blooded, but his way of thinking has never been at this level.
What he wants is Daemon, he wants those men in black robes, and he wants the gate of Lys city-state.
As for the cost, that is something that needs to be calculated only after victory.
Dawg Russ doesn't know this.
He just obeyed the order, and then comforted himself in his heart - His Highness's dragon is so powerful, he will not watch the fleet be wiped out, right?
He stood on the bow of the ship, watching the entrance of the waterway getting closer and closer, watching the Lys people's fleet becoming more and more clear, and watching the three-headed Gold Dragon king's flag flapping in the sea breeze.
His men are busy.
The sailors were adjusting the rigging, the crossbowmen were checking the bowstrings, and the swordsmen and shieldmen were lining up on the deck.
No one spoke, only the sound of footsteps, the sound of metal clashing, and the occasional whisper.
There was a tight, breathless silence in the air.
Dawg Russ glanced at King Ghidorah behind the stern.
The giant dragon had already stood up, its three heads raised high, and its six golden eyes flashing with dangerous light.
It no longer looks like a napping cat.
It is like a beast about to pounce on its prey, with every muscle bulging slightly under its scales, ready for action.
Redd stood on the bow of the ship, with his back to everyone.
His cloak fluttered in the sea breeze like a black flag.
"Full speed ahead." His voice was as calm as saying that the weather is nice today.
Dawg Russ closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them.
"Go at full speed!" he shouted, his voice hoarse but firm, "Brothers, follow your highness closely! Today, we knock on the door of Lys!"
The sails were full again, and the fleet accelerated towards the narrow waterway, towards the fleet of Lys people, towards the trap that could be seen through at a glance but had to be jumped into.
The sea breeze blows from the southeast, bringing the temperature of the sun and the smell of salt.
In the distance, the white city wall of Lys shines in the sun, like a sleeping giant, opening its big mouth.
Lys The city-state is built on the seaside. The white city walls shine in the sun, and the layers of buildings extend from the seaside to the hinterland of the island.
Towering towers, domed palaces, and densely packed residential buildings outline a prosperous and lazy picture between the blue sea and sky.
The urban outline that is layered and built against the mountains is strikingly similar to King's Landing on the other side of the Narrow Sea - the port is also at the forefront of the city.
The city wall also separates the city from the sea, and the most lethal defense is also deployed at the most dangerous location.
But King's Landing does not have these.
Redd has excellent eyesight. Even across the sea that is getting closer and closer, he can still clearly see the dark outlines of the city walls.
Ballistas and scorpion crossbows were arranged in rows and racks, densely arranged along the course of the city wall, as if a circle of black saw teeth were inlaid on the white city wall.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully looked at the details of those fortifications - they were larger and thicker than any ballista he had seen before.
An ordinary scorpion crossbow only requires two or three people to operate it. The bow arm is about one person long, and the arrows it shoots are no more than the thickness of a finger.
But those big ones on the Lys city wall have bow arms that are at least twice as long as ordinary models.
The thickness is even more astonishing, and the entire ballista is more than twice the size, like a steel beast crouching on the city wall.
There are at least seven or eight operators gathered around each ballista. Some are turning the winch, some are loading the crossbow, and some are adjusting the angle.
And those crossbow arrows - Redd's eyes narrowed slightly - the thickness of those crossbow arrows has reached the level of an adult's arm.
The arrows were neatly stacked next to the ballistae, and the arrows shone coldly in the sun.
Improved. He made a judgment in his mind.
It is twice as big as the ordinary model, and the range and power are naturally doubled.