Game of Thrones: Oath of Iron and Fire-Chapter 59: Victory at Myr

Endless blue skies, azure waters, and the beautiful white walls of Myr lay open before them. The harbor was filled with an endless fleet of warships, varying in size but effectively sealing off Myr's coastline.

The grey and white banners of the Wolfpack fluttered in the wind, and the usual hustle and bustle of the city quieted down as the triumphant knights marched through the gates.

Steel Fist had already led a portion of the Free Army soldiers into the city to restore order, along with the Second Sons, led by Brown Ben.

Gendry sat tall on his Dornish steed, taking in the sight of the charming city. Myr, the city of craftsmen among the Three Daughters. Behind him rode five hundred of the Wolfpack's finest knights, clad in uniform black plate armor, forming a forest of steel.

Next came the knights of the Long Lances, whose equipment and morale were slightly inferior to the Wolfpack cavalry. Bringing up the rear were the infantry of the Wolfpack and the Free Army.

"Long live freedom! Long live the Commander!" The slaves roared in welcome, their voices filling the streets of Myr.

But the Myrish nobles and magisters were nowhere to be seen—some fled, while others hid. In Myr, the ratio of slaves to free men was about one to three or four, meaning the slave population was still the majority.

"Don't damage those beautiful workshops and docks. It's a waste. I don't want to hear about any looting or raping," Gendry said to Long Lance, who was by his side.

"Yes, Commander!" Long Lance took off with a group of Free Army soldiers. During the siege, chaos had reigned, and there had been incidents of banditry, robbery, and murder. Many of the exiled mercenaries and rebellious slaves had been ruthless. But with the army's entry into the city, order was quickly restored, and those troublemakers were swiftly dealt with.

Maintaining order was the top priority. In this era, military discipline was often a mixed bag. The armies of Tywin Lannister or the northern lords were notoriously undisciplined.

Tywin was known for letting his men ravage enemy lands. The two generals who were stricter about discipline were Stannis Baratheon and Randyll Tarly.

Steel Fist was in charge of order, Maester Kebab handled intelligence, the handsome fundraiser took care of inventorying wealth, and Captain Harren controlled the fleet. It was a well-organized division of labor.

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"My army, my steel! They should be disciplined and tough," Gendry thought. The Wolfpack's discipline was solid, and the Free Army, made up of oppressed commoners, was far more disciplined than the mercenary rabble.

"Brown Ben, you and the Second Sons have endured a lot. You've done well," Gendry said, looking at Brown Ben, who was kneeling before him. The Second Sons had served the Myrish magisters but had opened the city gates to the Wolfpack at the crucial moment.

"I'm just a loyal servant of the Commander. I don't deserve the credit," Brown Ben replied nervously. In the face of overwhelming force, the five hundred or so fickle mercenaries of the Second Sons were no match. In the face of absolute power, schemes and conspiracies seemed insignificant.

"You've done a great job. I want you to continue to help with the garrison of Myr. You know the old Myrish nobility well," Gendry said.

"Yes, Commander!" Brown Ben felt as if a White Walker's cold fingers were touching his spine. Maintaining order in Myr and eliminating the old noble forces was a thankless job. But he had already alienated the Myrish people, so he had no choice but to see it through.

"Into the city!" Gendry raised his riding crop. Myr was the first city he had conquered. Entering the city did not mean complete victory—many Myrish nobles intent on restoring their power were still lurking in the shadows.

The reality was that Myr was in disarray. Many of the old magisters had fled, and the city's government was like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. With the escape of the Myrish exiles, there were many vacant mansions and estates in the city. Gendry set up the Wolfpack's command center in the governor's mansion, a beautiful white villa.

In the elegant council hall of the governor's mansion, Gendry was discussing the management of Myr with the elderly Maester Kebab. Myr was the first major city under Gendry's control, and its management system would later be applied to other cities.

"Conquering Myr is just the first step. The key is to rule it in the long term," Gendry said to Kebab.

"Short-term conquest is meaningless. Lasting control is true dominion," the old maester mused, lost in memories. The Three Daughters had all been conquered after the Bleeding Years, but they had always regained their independence.

Lys and Myr had once been ruled by Volantis for two generations, and more recently, Tyrosh had been under the control of Silver-tongue Aegon during the War of the Ninepenny Kings for seven or eight years.

"Destroying the old order brings new life. Since we couldn't get peace by cooperating with the Myrish magisters, we might as well create a new order. Rely on freed slaves and commoners, and crack down on slavers and magisters!" This was the world Gendry envisioned. After abolishing slavery, many people would naturally be on his side.

"My biggest concern is the changing international situation," Kebab said.

"Every time a power tries to dominate the Three Daughters, others always oppose it. Back in the day, Braavos, Pentos, and even the Stormlands opposed Volantis' expansion. And now, our biggest worry is Volantis. Tyrosh and Lys are even closer."

"Prepare for war while restoring Myr's vitality," Gendry outlined his plan.

"I want to reorganize Myr's power structure. No more magister councils, increase the power of the assembly, and fill it with freed slaves, Myrish craftsmen, and merchants who fully submit. Myr will have no magister—I will be the temporary ruler of Myr!"

"Ruler," Kebab thought for a moment. "That's a good title. It's clear and to the point!"

Gendry planned to be the ruler first, and then be crowned later. Without defeating Lys and Tyrosh, it would still be a challenge.

"A bountiful haul! Commander!" Just as they were discussing, the Wolfpack's naval commander, Harren, walked in, beaming.

"One hundred and forty of the Myrish fleet are still in the harbor, and they're ours for the taking. Only seventy were taken by the fleeing magisters!"

"So we're a major power in the Narrow Sea now!" Gendry said.

"Yes, Commander! Our combined fleet is a significant force!" Harren explained. "The Iron Fleet of the Ironborn, once they recover, probably has about a hundred ships, and with the entire Ironborn population as sailors, they could easily add more. The Redwyne fleet has two hundred, and the royal fleet has about two hundred and ten."

With the one hundred and forty large ships from the Myrish fleet, plus the two hundred assorted warships from the Stepstones, not to mention the many more transport ships, cargo vessels, and merchant ships, the Wolfpack's naval power had greatly increased.