NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 148: Joint Fleet
"As of now, 375 people from Rain House City have been rescued, and a total of 1,439 people have been taken in, all of whom have been implanted with Divine Grace. Among them, 621 can be incorporated into the auxiliary troop ranks."
In the hall of Rain House City, the accompanying Logistics Bureau marching supervisor reported respectfully.
"In addition, there are 300 warhorses and military horses, 700 pack oxen and horses, over 5,000 tons of wheat, grain, fish, and meat, over 3,000 pieces of military weapons, 100 sets of plate armor, and about 2,000 sets of other armor..."
Hundreds or thousands.
Joffrey had expected these numbers. Especially the number of captives, which was far from satisfactory, but was also normal for this era.
After all, most sturdy stone castles would not or could not hold too many people.
In order to make the castle operate as independently as possible, be self-sufficient, and reduce the consumption of stored food and wealth, the castle's personnel were usually required to be functional.
Servants, stable hands, cooks, maesters, monks, guards.
On the premise of ensuring basic defensive capabilities, the fewer people inside the castle, the longer it could hold out and the greater the chance of safety.
If it weren't for the planned troop increase to the north, the population within Rain House City would be even smaller.
As for the other spoils.
Weapons and armor were not worth mentioning, only fit to be raw materials for the sorcerers, to be melted down and reforged.
Horses and livestock were strategic supplies in all wars, but they were clearly a drop in the bucket for the large army on the fleet, and were also outdated.
Only the five thousand tons of grain were somewhat useful, enough to appease the populace and win hearts.
No matter the era, what ordinary people cared about most was their own lives. As long as their basic survival needs were met, people didn't care who ruled or who was in charge.
The people of Rain House City were naturally no exception.
Joffrey looked down.
The newly appointed Governor Garth stood beside the mother and son, clearly wanting to ease the relationship.
The young Earl Rychard was still a bit reserved and uneasy, but he didn't seem to dislike Garth, who shared his bloodline, and was even quite close to him.
Lady Aelena, who had lost her husband, appeared polite but distant.
Ha.
A Rain House City, a governor backed by the King, a young earl with legitimate authority, and a mature and beautiful noblewoman.
What an interesting combination of characters.
Joffrey seemed to have already seen the complex grudges and entanglements, love and hate, a wonderful drama mixing power and emotion, that House Wylde would face in the future.
But, none of that mattered.
The curtain of change had already been lifted a corner. Garth and Rain House City's struggles were powerless, only able to become chess pieces charging into battle, contributing all their strength to the Throne.
House Wylde of Rain House City was the first, but it would not be the last.
More governors were about to be born.
Joffrey's gaze swept around, examining the generals under his command, "Now, deploy the next battle plan."
Everyone immediately became serious and upright.
Silently, a brilliant light and shadow appeared on the floor of the Rain House City hall, a map of Westeros.
At the far end of the hall, the young Earl Rychard Wylde looked at the magical and exquisite map with a bewildered astonishment, and then unconsciously looked at his mother standing beside him.
Lady Aelena Valpyne tried her best to maintain composure and etiquette, giving her son a comforting smile.
As if he had found some kind of shield, little Rychard turned his head with peace of mind, curiously searching for Rain House City on the map.
With the combined effect of text and images, Rychard quickly found it.
In the lower eastern part of the entire map, south of a large island, the small model of Rain House City was located on the northeast corner of a large protruding piece of land.
"Earl Velaryon."
Hearing the King's summons, Monford Velaryon respectfully stepped forward.
Joffrey extended a finger and drew a route near Rain House City, going south around Dorne, straight to The Arbor in the southwest corner of the map.
"The entire Third Fleet, plus one thousand men from the Royal Guard 10th Regiment, should quickly show friendliness to The Arbor and Earl Paxter Redwyne, reach an alliance, form a Joint Fleet, and protect the peace of the kingdom."
Joint Fleet.
In order to eliminate hidden dangers and to rapidly strengthen the naval power to deter the Lords of the Seven Kingdoms and the forces across the Narrow Sea, Joffrey had long set his sights on The Arbor.
It was obvious that with the abilities of the sorcerers, the only factor currently restricting the development of the fleet was talent.
Where did the talent needed by the fleet gather?
Large fleets.
And in today's Westeros, the only established and standardized naval forces were the Iron Fleet of the Iron Islands and the Redwyne Fleet of The Arbor.
The target was narrowed down to two.
The Iron Fleet was still hesitant, with unclear allegiances, and was far away on the other side of the continent in the Sunset Sea, guarding the barren Iron Islands, and was unruly.
From the perspective of both threat and benefit, the Iron Fleet's priority could not be considered high.
Correspondingly.
The Redwyne Fleet of The Arbor did not participate in the battle, but that was only out of consideration for the Redwyne twins held in King's Landing. Their political stance has always been consistent with families like Tyrell, Hightower, and Rowan, posing a greater potential threat to the Throne.
At the same time, the discipline of the Redwyne Fleet is much better than that of the Iron Fleet, and they are more obedient, making them more suitable for integration into the Royal Fleet's operational sequence.
Furthermore, the influence and territory of House Redwyne are more crucial than those of the Iron Islands.
With the subjugation of the Redwynes and that elite fleet, the Royal Fleet's strength will greatly increase. With the coastline of the Westeros Continent completely under control, no other House would dare to rebel.
The Joint Fleet.
Joffrey was determined to secure this.
"Earl Velaryon, your mission is of great importance. Are you confident?"
Monford Velaryon didn't hesitate for a moment, his face filled with excitement as he made his pledge, "Your Majesty can rest assured, the alliance will be formed within a month!"
Earl Velaryon seemed to see victory and glory beckoning to him.
And he indeed had the confidence to back it up.
The Third Fleet, the Royal Guard 10th Regiment, might not sound impressive, but Earl Velaryon was well aware of the immense power of these two forces.
After expansion, the Royal Fleet has been redivided into six sub-fleets. Aside from the Sixth Fleet stationed at Dragonstone, the remaining five fleets each have sixty elite warships, all equipped with ship cannons.
It was the Third Fleet that Earl Monford Velaryon commanded.
With a total tonnage of twenty thousand tons, three thousand official crew members, including six hundred sorcerers, one hundred priests, three hundred Holy Fire and Holy Shield Warriors, and equipped with two hundred ship cannons.
With this fleet alone, Monford Velaryon was confident he could level The Arbor.
Not to mention the Royal Guard 10th Regiment.
During this time at sea, all members of the Royal Guard were bestowed with the power of Divine Grace.
In other words, possessing the Royal Guard 10th Regiment meant possessing a thousand Holy War Army soldiers capable of landing operations.
How could The Arbor possibly resist? Monford couldn't imagine.
"Horas, Garth."
Joffrey then looked at the Redwyne twins, one of whom was wearing a white robe.
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