Chapter 418 Dorne's Massive Attack

The next day.

Early in the morning, Myr was immersed in the work of repairing the city-state.

West coast, port.

The sea surface was rippling, several three-masted sailing ships were anchored, and the wide sails were fluttering in the wind.

On the harbor shore, the black-armored and spear-wielding Fearless team stood upright.

Rhaegar looked indifferent, looking at the hundreds of Second Sons in front of him.

"Prince, thank you for your tolerance, we will definitely live up to your trust."

A young man with a silver trout branded on his breastplate spoke solemnly and was full of vigor.

With him, there were several young knights.

These knights did not have noble family emblems on their breastplates, and they were illegitimate children or commoners, and they were all proletarian knights.

Hearing this, Rhaegar smiled slightly and exhorted: "Go back and communicate well with old Tully, and tell him the information about the loan from the Iron Throne."

As he spoke, he looked at the other hundreds of Second Sons and gave the same instructions.

Among them, thirty second sons of noble birth received pioneering orders, and they recruited other companions of lower birth to serve as helpers.

The young man of the Tully family nodded vigorously, and said in an indescribable seriousness: "Don't worry, we will do our best to persuade the head of the family to support us."

"Very good."

Rhaegar looked approving and said: "The war will not end in a short time, you have plenty of time."

After a few greetings, hundreds of members of the second son group looked grateful, beat their chests and saluted in unison, and boarded the big ship with the three-headed red dragon flag.

To open up a territory, the money supply of the Iron Throne alone is not enough.

They returned to Westeros this time to get the support of the elders of the family and build the territory better and faster.

Or knights in the family, or experienced farmers, blacksmiths, and craftsmen.

Even a certain number of armor, weapons, and war horses.

Only with these things can you be considered a qualified lord.

The waves surged gently, and two large ships sailed out of the port.

Rhaegar looked out quietly, his purple eyes showing deep thought.

The issuance of the Development Order is a good way to solve the problem of excessive slaves and cultivate disputed lands.

But it seems that it is not enough.

In all free trade city-states, slave owners will enclose land outside the city-state for their own use, planting orchards and farmland.

The interrogation of the executed slave owners revealed that these places can harvest a lot every year.

Rhaegar pondered secretly.

Orchards and farmland are very important and are an integral part of the city-state.

In the past, slave owners controlled and enslaved slaves to cultivate.

Now, these profitable lands have fallen into his hands, and there is a lot to do.

Just thinking about it, several figures in different clothes approached.

There were beautiful women in gorgeous clothes, fat civilians, and ragged old slaves.

Rhaegar's ears moved slightly, and he turned his head to stare at the few people.

The few people looked humble and lowered their heads quickly.

Rhaegar's eyes were gloomy, staring at the middle-aged fat man, and said: "Sandra, clean up the manor outside the city and re-arrange the work of the proletarians."

He considered changing the system of the manor.

An alternative labor relationship, changing the way of remuneration.

The Iron Throne dispatched a manor owner to arrange different farm work and obtain equivalent points.

After each harvest, the points were exchanged for materials or money for the workers.

In this way, the workers benefited and would not fall into the mood of being oppressed.

If the money is not paid directly, the workers will not go on strike without authorization and work diligently.

Ensure the normal operation of farming for a quarter.

The fat man Sandra frowned and said actively: "Yes, Prince, I will restore the order of the manor soon."

Rhaegar nodded, looked at the old slave again, looked at the vicissitudes of the old face, and said: "Select the proletarians with families, whether it is the manor or the reclamation of the territory, they are indispensable."

The ratio of civilians to slaves in Myr is as high as 1/3.

The operation of the city-state is basically maintained by slaves, and naturally there are slaves who marry and have children.

Compared with slaves who are alone, slaves with family ties are more stable.

The old slave's cloudy eyes contain wisdom, and his voice is deep: "There are many unemployed proletarians in the city-state, and they are happy to serve."

He is a wise man among slaves, proficient in several languages, astronomy, and medicine, and was elected as one of the slave representatives.

After the civilians and slave representatives finished asking questions, it was the turn of the old nobles.

The beautiful woman is called Ms. Karl, with olive-colored dark skin and sexy red lips. She reported consciously: "Several bankers have set off to Braavos to find the Iron Bank for loans."

"How much can they borrow?"

Rhaegar didn't know much about this.

Karl blinked his beautiful eyes and thought: "It's about twice their own bank savings. Braavos merchants are not stupid. Myr bankers can probably only borrow this much."

The Iron Bank has been famous for a long time, and ancient Valyria before the Doomsday Catastrophe had transactions with it.

They dare to lend money to hostile forces that are at war because they are confident that the other party will not dare not pay it back.

However, it does not mean that they will lend money without scruples. Demonstrating repayment ability is the top priority.

Hearing this, Rhaegar thought for a moment and said with a smile: "That's enough. The money stored in several banks is not a small amount."

The savings in any bank are not less than the national treasury that my great-grandfather and father have accumulated for decades.

Borrowing such a large sum of money is not only enough to develop the disputed land, but also to alleviate the losses of building the Stepstone Islands and repairing Myr and Lys.

Rhaegar continued: "The loan period can be extended as long as you want. It is best to set it at a maximum of 60 years."

The loan period of the Iron Bank is up to 60 years.

When my great-grandfather Jaehaerys built the Kingdom Road, he borrowed a large loan for 60 years, and paid it off in the last ten years.

However, Rhaegar did not intend to pay it back.

Carl's face changed slightly, and he kindly reminded: "Prince, the power of the Iron Bank is extraordinary."

Money can make the devil push the mill.

The wealth of the Iron Bank is so much that it can even mobilize the power of half of Essos to counterattack and collect debts.

Rhaegar's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help laughing: "The Targaryen dragon has set foot on the land of Essos again. Do you think I care?"

Repayment?

Unless Braavos changes the Sea King and changes from hostility to closeness to the Iron Throne.

Otherwise, don't even think about getting back half a bronze star!

Karl's eyes dimmed and he said no more.

Businessmen are not suitable for fighting and killing.

"Prince, there is news about the Prince's Palace!"

As he was speaking, Grey Worm led the team to rush over, looking a little anxious.

Rhaegar's expression was stern, and he went up to take the letter.

The red lacquer ink was a roaring lion, and the sender was Tyran Lannister.

Rhaegar opened the envelope in a few seconds and read it carefully.

Tyran lived in the Prince's Palace for a long time, and he was his spy in the borderland of Dorne.

It was the time when Dorne invaded the Stormlands, and it was easy for something to happen in the Vulture Mountains.

The letter was written in Tyran's meticulous handwriting.

[There are unusual movements in the Vulture Mountains, and a large number of rioters are pouring in, invading the Bone Road and Prince's Pass...]

In addition, write down the recent movements of Sunspear.

A small fleet of Braavos crossed the Narrow Sea, broke through the patrol ships of the Stepstones, and provided a large number of mercenaries to land.

After reading the letter, Rhaegar exhaled: "Dorne is going to get serious."

Strategically speaking, the Stepstones should send troops to block the sea area in the direction of Sunspear to prevent Braavos' fleet support.

However, the Stepstones are short of troops, and the naval forces are accumulated in the disputed areas where the three city-states are located.

It is impossible to achieve a comprehensive blockade with day and night patrols, and there will always be gaps.

Blavsky took advantage of this and sent a small fleet to provide assistance to Sunspear.

Rhaegar thought over and over again, and told Grey Worm: "Myr is on the right track, you just maintain order, remember to remind Rhaenys and Daemon to be careful of Braavos's sneak attack."

Jeyne's letter said it was a sneak attack on Pentos, who knows if it will be transferred to Myr.

Feint to the east and attack in the west, blitzkrieg...

These are all his common tactics.

Grey Worm nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Prince."

Rhaegar's eyes flashed and he left the port.

At this time, the disadvantages of attacking the three women's kingdoms across the sea appeared.

Reinforcements take time, troops are scattered, and the rear is unstable.

Fortunately, the three city-states are stable and can withdraw their hands to return to the rear.

...

At the same time.

Stormland, east coast.

"Hiss..."

A light silver dragon soars in the sky, shuttling through the thin clouds.

Below, there is an endless ocean.

On the beach, the sand shone golden, and the tide swept crabs and shellfish ashore.

Tap tap...

Two figures walked side by side, walking in the morning sun.

Lanino looked melancholy and said helplessly: "It has been so many days, and Imond still doesn't send troops."

"The Sven family has offended him."

Cole lowered his head and replied carelessly.

The cool touch of stepping on the sand barefoot could not cheer him up.

Lanino sighed and complained: "This is a battlefield, not a child's play. He will get into trouble if he does this."

Cole said casually: "He is a prince, and he has a king father. He has the capital to be willful."

"Cole, did you hear what I said?"

Lanino was very surprised. This was not what the gentle partner of the past would say.

Cole's face fell, and he reacted and defended: "I mean, the Dornish are vulnerable, and our victory is only a matter of time."

He spoke quickly, but his words were not convincing.

Lanino frowned, and kept his head down without pursuing the matter.

He saw that his partner was absent-minded and was not suitable to talk about the battlefield.

He sighed in his heart and decided to continue to relax.

For a while, the two people who talked about everything were cold and deserted.

For a long time.

Cole stopped and hesitated: "Lannino, how are you and Shilin?"

After a pause, he whispered: "Lord Corliss attaches great importance to offspring, he should urge you to reproduce."

"Shireen? Why are you asking this?"

Lannino was stunned when he heard this.

Shireen Celtigar, the wife he married at the end of last year.

Not long ago, Shireen's father, Count Bartimos of Crab Island, was sentenced to death by the Iron Throne for smuggling goods, and he wrote a letter to ask him to plead for mercy.

Cole hesitated and waited for an answer.

Lannino was very depressed and smiled bitterly: "If I could see my wife as strong as I saw you, I would have had a child long ago."

Cole's eyes flashed and he said: "I saw that you often go out recently, and I thought you returned to Chaotou Island."

"No! My brother, you are wrong."

Lannino smiled and denied.

"Then where did you go?"

Cole raised his head and asked directly.

Lannino's smile froze, his eyes were a little evasive, and he explained: "Someone always asks me to drink, and I can't refuse."