Compared to the chaos in the rest of Astapor, the South Gate was unusually quiet.

Of course, this kind of silence is also bought by iron and blood.

At first, there were also some unexplained rebels who stormed the southern city gate, but in front of the army of the Unsullied, they were killed.

The corpses and blood flowed were the best warning signs for the follow-up rioters to consciously stay away from the area.

In addition, there is a white dragon entrenched in the city, although it is not real at night, you can also see the huge figure, and feel the hot and terrifying aura circulating nearby.

Samwell sat quietly on the back of the white dragon, staring at the chaos in the city with indifferent eyes, not saying a word.

It wasn't until the first rays of dawn pierced the night and shone on the top of the Great Pyramid in the center of Astapor that Samwell finally gave the order to attack the Unsullied.

At the same time, he himself turned over on the dragon's back.

Cleopatra stretched out at the head of the city, her milky white wings spreading out to the sides, casting a large shadow.

Whew-

The scorching air currents rolled up a puff of smoke and dust, and the white dragon rose into the sky.

At this time, the chaos in the city has finally subsided, and the Cats and Spears have finally discovered the Unsullied ones guarding the southern gates.

The two regimental commanders immediately realized that they had suppressed the rebels, but they had cheapened the unsullied who had been watching coldly.

Enraged, they immediately ordered their soldiers to stop suppressing the rebellion, and instead retracted their formation and headed for the southern gate.

They must first deal with the main enemy.

At the same time, the Unsullied raised their shields, raised their spears, and marched in a neat and orderly manner towards the mercenary group.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Gilo Reha raised his steel knife and roared.

The cavalrymen of the pikemen lined up in a dense line of charges, covering the entire length of the long street.

In such a narrow terrain, the cavalry was indeed not very easy to play, but the soldiers of this pikeman regiment still showed a crazy and terrifying momentum.

In comparison, the Unsullied is excessively calm.

Even in the face of the cavalry charge, absolute discipline was maintained, and the formation was not the slightest disorder.

Bang bang bang –

With a clash, the pikemen first engaged the Unsullied.

I have to say that the huge inertia brought by the acceleration of the war horse's charge is quite terrifying, and it is completely beyond the power of manpower to resist.

Even if the Unsullied in the front row put up their shields, they still couldn't be rushed upside down by the cavalry, spurting blood in the air, and I don't know how many bones were broken.

But even so, the formation of the Unsullied was not chaotic.

The soldiers in the back immediately filled the gap, armed with shields and spears, firmly and fearlessly blocking the cavalry in front of them, which still had the flesh and blood of their comrades.

The impact continued, like a tidal wave surging onto the rocky beach.

But as soon as the Unsullied held off the first few charges, the cavalry's momentum began to wane, as if they were stuck in a swamp.

In a clash between cavalry and infantry, if the cavalry fails to rush through the formation of the marchers, they lose most of their advantage.

If they are now in an open field, the cavalry can still pull away, adjust their formation and charge again, or choose to cruise around and harass them, or simply retreat, as long as they have a speed advantage, they still have the strategic initiative.

But now they are lined up in the narrow streets of the city.

Once they could not break the infantry formation, they truly felt the horror of the shield-gun formation of the Unsullied.

Spears shimmered in the glimmer of the morning light, and the grim expression of the Unsullied could send a chill through the hearts of any foe.

Like a taut spring, as long as it does not crack, it will rebound, and the harder it is compressed, the more ferocious the rebound will be.

After losing the speed advantage, the cavalry was almost suicidal when it attacked the Unsullied formation.

That forest of steel made of spears exuded the smell of death, reaping the lives of the pikemen cavalry.

The Unsullied strode skillfully, raised their shields, stabbed the horsemen off their horses, and then drew their swords and slit their throats.

Countless corpses were scattered on the ground, and a large amount of blood was sprayed wantonly.

How could the mercenaries have ever fought against such a terrible enemy, experienced such a terrifying battle array?

As soon as the Unsullied began to counter-charge, they were killed, and the cavalry in the rear dared to go any further, and it would be useless to let the regimental commander shout and scold.

When the cat group saw the tragic situation of the spear group, they also stopped moving.

"Rush! Rush! Bloodbeard roared, "Scatter the Unsullied, and each will be rewarded with a gold coin!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a shadow swept over his face.

The fighting and shouting stopped at this moment, and the countless voices fell silent.

They looked up at the sky, and through the pounding of their hearts, they heard the sound of wings stirring, and saw the milky figure in the faint light of the morning light.

Huge, beautiful, and full of danger.

Dragon!

Damn the Astapos, didn't they say there were no dragons!

The two heads of regiments were now eager to dismantle Mrs. Ulho, who had contacted them.

Of course, they didn't know that Mrs. Ulho had been dismantled by the rebels, otherwise the anger in their hearts would have been lessened.

"What should I do?" Bloodbeard approached Gillo Reha and asked.

Obviously, the leader of the Cat Regiment has already retreated.

"Withdraw!" Gilo Reha said decisively, turning the horse's head and running away.

But at this moment, the white dragon swooped down, and the scorching air currents rolled up the yellow sand and slapped the faces of the mercenaries.

Before they could come to their senses, a flame swirled and flowed down, instantly igniting more than a dozen mercenaries.

Orange and yellow mixed with scorched black, and the raging heat drowned out the screams.

"O gods......" Gilo Reha sighed as he shuddered.

The mercenaries were running faster, dodging the shadows cast by the sky, pushing and shoving, scrambling to escape from the white Grim Reaper overhead.

But there are also people who want to be dragon slaying heroes.

Bloodbeard grabbed a spear like a madman, and when he saw the white dragon swoop down again, he jumped up and stabbed the spear into the dragon's abdomen.

Legend has it that the abdomen is the dragon's weak point.

But soon, Bloodbeard learns that the legend is a lie.

The dragon's abdomen was also covered with solid scales, and the spear was like a stone, not only did it not hurt the dragon, but the force of the shock instantly broke Bloodbeard's thumb.

He let out a terrible howl.

In the next second, the dragon flame struck again, engulfing him.

A few more mercenaries, perhaps also wanting to be famous, threw spears at the dragon.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or something, a spear just pierced into the gap between the scales at the back of the neck of the Cleopatra dragon, but fortunately, the spearman was not strong enough to penetrate the flesh, but it aroused the ferocity of the white dragon.

It slammed down on the man who had injured it, biting off his skull, red blood spurting out from the bloody stump.

With the flapping of the dragon's wings, a scorching cloud of smoke and dust swept out, and the row of mercenaries in front of him was charred.

"Its eyes! Stabbing it in the eye! Gilo Reha hissed.

Several pikemen tried to do so, but they saw a white sword light slashing by, and they were instantly disemboweled. It was only in the middle of their consciousness that they saw the man with the giant sword sitting high on the dragon's back......

Roar –

Cleopatra roared and roared through the streets, a hot furnace of wind sweeping in.

The mercenaries looked at the pair of blood-red dragon eyes like lava, as if they were looking at hell.

Finally, they realized that slaying dragons was delusional after all.

One by one, they broke down and fled in all directions, never to turn back and resist.

(End of chapter)