395 Divisions
Soul Hill only held out for two days before it was conquered by the Golden Regiment.
"It's too easy." Little Aegon rode into the city gates, quite a bit of self-satisfaction.
"That's because the Soul Hill army was recruited away by Princess Arryne." Tyrion said, "And it's not a fortified castle. β
"Either way, it's a good start. One day, all of Dorne, and indeed all of Westeros, will raise my three-headed red dragon flag. β
"I'll see." Tyrion said pretty things, but shook his head in his heart.
This little Aegon was too well protected by the griffon-sama, he hadn't experienced much wind and rain, and he was completely a child's temper.
Perhaps, though, that's what Varys, Illyrio and the others want.
A naΓ―ve teenage king, apparently better to handle.
Of course, from the Lannisters' point of view, they don't want to see a wise descendant of a true dragon appear in Westeros.
After all, they didn't plan to give up the Iron Throne.
Now the alliance is only to work together against Caesar.
So, Tyrion can have fun with peace of mind.
"Sir Franklin," Jon Clinton began to set up his mission as he entered the city, "and you lead the men to search the main fort carefully, and no one of the Tolan family will be spared." Sir Morrow, you go and search for the Bachelor's Tower and the Armoury. Sir Benned, you are in charge of the stables, the sanctuary and the barracks.
Drive everyone into the yard, and don't kill unless the other party resists. We're here to enlist the support of Lord Dorne, not to commit massacres. β
"Yes, sir."
Little Aegon was the first to step into the castle hall, looking at the faded tapestry on the walls, the arched windows made of countless diamond-shaped red and green glass, and the spears and swords and war hammers on the side of the wall, with a disappointed expression on his face:
"Are the Lords of Westeros so poor? Or is it just the Tolan family? β
Tyrion said, "The Dorne nobles are the weakest of the Seven Kingdoms, and the Tolan family is the weaker of the Dorne nobles. β
"I heard that the Lannisters are the richest in the Seven Kingdoms?" Little Aegon asked.
"Everyone says so, but we may not be the richest family in the Seven Kingdoms."
"Who's the richest?"
"It's hard to say." Tyrion pondered, "The Hightowers are not inferior to us in terms of financial resources, and they are older and more influential. There is also the Caesar family, although it has only been in existence for a short time, but it can mobilize more troops than Westeros, and it also has three dragons. β
"Humph! Those dragons were supposed to be mine! Little Aegon said through gritted teeth.
Tyrion blinked, knowing in his heart that Princess Daenerys was supposed to be the bride that Governor Illyrio had prepared for little Aegon but, unfortunately, Caesar was intercepted halfway.
At this time, the soldiers arrived in the hall with several members of the Tolan family.
"Are all the men of the Tolan family dead? Why are there only women left? Little Aegon sat down on the main seat of the high platform and asked with a proud face.
"My husband was imprisoned in the city of Halberd, and my son followed Araine Martell to attack the city of Ellenwood, only to die under the city." "So when I learned that Alene had also died in the city of Ellenwood, I expressed my sincere gratitude to the gods. Thank them for finally getting rid of Martell, who led Dorne to decline and even destruction. β
"Princess Aleen is dead?" Tyrion asked, stunned, an inexplicable sentimentality welling up in his heart.
"Yes, dead." Madame Nella pursed her lips disdainfully, "That woman pretended to surrender, and attracted Caesar, and poisoned her father at the banquet, but Caesar did not drink the wine she poured out of caution. As a result, she poisoned many members of the Ellenwood family and, of course, herself. β
Oh, foolish Alen, reckless Alian. Tyrion sighed inwardly.
The beautiful face of Princess Dorne reappeared, and he was saddened.
The cruel gods refused to give me a wife. Tyrion thought to himself.
"Caesar is in Dorne too?" Jon Clinton was shocked, "How many troops did he bring?" β
"I don't know. But at least he brought a dragon. Lady Namela looked at little Aegon and said sarcastically, "A real dragon, not a cloth dragon hanging from a flagpole." β
"Watch your words." Little Aegon was furious, "You are now my captive, so either immediately kneel down and pledge allegiance to the true dragon descendant, the first legitimate heir to the Iron Throne, or, die!" β
Hearing this, Jon Clinton frowned and persuaded:
"Little Griffin ......"
"I'm not a little Griffin anymore." Little Aegon interrupted, "Lord Jon, are you trying to show your grace and kindness again?" Don't forget the last time you were kind and what happened. β
Jon fell silent.
Bitter memories welled up in my heart.
Robert Baratheon rebelled, but was defeated at the hands of Count Randolph Tully, and fled to Shitang with only a small army.
Jon Clinton, the Hand of the King, led the royal army to surround Shitang Town and searched from house to house, but could not find it.
He was advised to set fire to the whole town, and Robert would either die in the fire or come out to die.
But Jon hesitated, he didn't want to hurt the innocent.
So Robert hid under the Techny's skirt until Eddard Stark and Horst Tully's reinforcements arrived.
And Wang Jun missed the best opportunity to end the rebellion and end the war of the retains.
Jon was deposed by the Mad King and exiled to the other side of the Narrow Sea.
"Yes, Your Highness the Prince." Jon bowed his head and said, "I won't make the same mistake again. β
Little Aegon nodded in satisfaction, turned to Lady Namela, and said:
"The Tolan family should make a choice, surrender or destruction?"
Lady Namela hurriedly said before her eldest daughter, Varenna, could say something that should not be said:
"Yes, Your Highness Aegon, we are willing to surrender."
"Good!" Little Aegon stood up triumphantly and said, "Swear allegiance to me." β
Jon Clinton looked at the daughter of Earl Tolan who was barely pressed by her mother to kneel, and wondered in her heart, how sincere is such a loyalty forced by force?
But he didn't say anything more.
He was already keenly aware that little Aegon had developed some kind of mixed emotions about himself.
Perhaps it was because he had been his nominal son for so long that the prince was dissatisfied with being at his mercy anymore.
Jon didn't know whether to be relieved or wary of this.
After the Tolan family swore allegiance, little Aegon sat back on the podium and asked:
"What's next?"
Jon pondered and spoke:
"Your Highness, I think it is imperative to march into the city of Halberd, get in touch with the Martels, and through them gain the allegiance of the lords of Dorne, only then can we drive Caesar's forces out of Dorne.
We can then work with the Lannisters to flank the Stormlands to rescue your aunt, Princess Daenerys, and claim her dragon. β
Little Aegon shook his head and said:
"The Martell family has suffered a series of defeats, and they can't do much to help. Since Caesar was in the city of Ellenwood, I thought it was appropriate to lead his army west and kill him. As long as Caesar dies, the Stormlands and Riverlands will be ours. β
"Caesar wasn't that easy to kill." Jon advises, "He's got dragon ......"
"Dragons are not invincible." Little Aegon said, "We have a scorpion crossbow. When the Dornites could shoot Milassis, we could kill Caesar's dragon. β
Jon was stunned as he realized that the Targaryen prince seemed to be showing signs of losing control since his true identity was revealed.
Tyrion also noticed this, and he didn't want to face Caesar's dragon, so he spoke:
"Your Highness, I don't think Yang Halberd City is meaningless to you. Don't forget, there are two captive armies in the Riverlands and the Vale. If you can get the allegiance of these people, it will greatly increase your strength. β
Little Aegon pondered for a moment and said:
"In that case, let's divide into two ways. Lord Jon, please lead 5,000 men west to meet Caesar. I personally led another 5,000 men south to Yang Halberd City. β
Jon was shocked and hurriedly persuaded: "Your Highness, we are already short of troops, so we ...... divide our troops at this time."
"I've decided!" Little Aegon clearly didn't like to be lectured, "Lord Jon, all you have to do is carry out orders. β
"Yes." Jon said helplessly.
Idiot. Tyrion thought to himself, this kid has the wisdom of the Mad King, and maybe he is a true dragon descendant.
(End of chapter)