The night is getting darker.

Franklin Buddha leaned against the battlements and hid herself in the shadows.

He was a pot-bellied riverbend knight with scars all over his face, his right ear that looked like it had been gnawed by a dog, and his left ear was completely missing.

Franklin is also known as the "bastard son of the Wine Hall" due to his mother being a washerwoman who was raped by the lord of the Wine Hall, Count Fossowe, but he himself prefers to laugh at himself as a "rotten apple".

Franklin's greatest dream was to one day return to Westeros and blow Count Forthaway's head like a rotten apple.

Unfortunately, this dream was destined to be unrealized, as Count Fossoway had died in the Deer rebellion.

Franklin changed his dream to one day become the lord of the wine hall.

This is not wishful thinking.

If he can help little Aegon ascend to the Iron Throne, the other party will not be stingy with the position of an earl of the Wine Hall.

Franklin imagined his return home, his eyes glinting like a beast.

But as time passed, the enemy disappeared for a long time, and he began to get agitated.

Why haven't you come yet?

Franklin got up and lay down at the head of the city, and looked into the distance for a long time, but saw nothing but a dark dead silence.

"What time is it?"

"Just past the wolf."

Franklin nodded silently, sat down again, drew his sword and wiped it carefully.

Time flies extremely slowly in waiting.

Finally, Franklin couldn't help but get up again.

This movement made the soldiers on the side wake up suddenly.

"Damn it! Don't sleep! Franklin reprimanded him a few times, and then went down the tower.

Finding Jon Clinton in the house in the rear, Franklin complained:

"Could it be that Caesar is too scared to come?"

Jon grimaced and said:

"Go back to the city tower, and you are not allowed to leave your post without permission."

Franklin shook his head in dissatisfaction:

"It's not an option, the soldiers are almost asleep."

"Then go wake them up!"

Franklin muttered a few words under his breath and turned to leave.

Jon sighed to himself as he looked at the other man's distant back.

He had also realized that the Golden Regiment was already in an extremely passive situation.

I wanted to take the opportunity to see through the tricks of Lady Ines and design the West Gate as a trap.

If Caesar had led his army to rush in, the Golden Regiment would have been able to inflict heavy losses on the enemy.

But what if Caesar doesn't come......

Then the golden group will be embarrassed.

They could only stand guard near the West City Gate, not daring to relax at all.

If this continues, the soldiers will only get more and more tired.

Jon suspects that the enemy will most likely choose to attack before dawn, when the Golden Regiment is at its most exhausted and the enemy is waiting for their time.

Even if they were well prepared at the West City Gate, the outcome would be unpredictable.

And worse, perhaps, is another situation -

The enemy does not attack from the West Gate.

Jon shuddered at the thought of this.

Originally, it was the Golden Regiment that set a trap for the enemy, but now, this trap has become a shackle for the Golden Regiment, making them lose the strategic initiative.

Jon almost immediately ordered the plan to be cancelled, the gates closed, and the soldiers to go back to rest.

But he didn't dare to do it.

What if the enemy does come through the West Gate?

As long as the gates are closed, the Golden Regiment can still handle it, but it makes what Jon did before look like a clown......

If he had been in command of the Clinton family's army, Jon wouldn't have had similar concerns.

But now, he has a group of mercenaries under him.

A group of outlaws fighting for money.

Jon had to take into account the psychology of the mercenaries, the morale of the army, and the impact on his prestige......

So, he hesitated.

On the other side, Sir Franklin Blossom returned to the castle tower and began to make his rounds.

When he saw the dozing soldier, he went up with a burst of punches and kicks, as if he wanted to vent all the pent-up anger in his heart.

After venting, Franklin felt much more relaxed, returned to the battlements and sat down, and continued to wipe his sword.

Time turns the time of the owl, then to the nightingale, and then to the owl...... Seeing that the dawn was approaching, Franklin couldn't help but doze off for a while.

Just as he was in a daze, Franklin suddenly heard a faint sound of breaking the air.

The air also seemed to be getting hot.

He subconsciously stood up, his heart clenching violently, and he had a bad premonition.

"My lord, what's wrong?" Seeing this, the soldiers on the side hurriedly stood up, for fear that the knight would mistake him for dozing off again.

Franklin did not speak, but again leaned on the rampart and looked out, as if he had to find something in the thick darkness.

But until his eyes were sore, he didn't see anything.

But at this moment, there was a sudden exclamation from the side:

"Fire! There is fire! ”

Franklin turned his head sharply and saw a dazzling flash of fire blooming in the distance.

The orange and red mixed with the scorched black firelight was like a rising sun, piercing the darkness before dawn, and also piercing the hearts of the people of the Golden Regiment.

They watched the terrible scene with their mouths wide open, completely overwhelmed.

Fortunately, Franklin was the first to react, and immediately ordered in a loud voice:

"East City Gate! Damn it! The enemy is attacking from the east gate, go and help! ”

As he spoke, he drew his sword and rushed out.

Going down the tower, he also ran into Jon Clinton, who was giving orders: "Franklin, you lead ......"

Bang.

Franklin deliberately slammed Jon away, cursing incessantly.

The shrill sound of trumpets sounded in the city, and more and more soldiers of the Golden Regiment gathered and headed towards the east gate.

The shouts of killing became louder and louder, and the entire Divine Grace City seemed to be awakened from its sleep, and suddenly entered the most fierce and cruel rhythm of battle.

When Sir Franklin arrived at the East Gate with a group of mercenaries, he saw that the gate had collapsed in the fire, and countless enemies had poured in like locusts, bringing slaughter and blood.

"Rush forward!" He hissed and roared, "Kill all these Dorne cubs!" ”

"Kill them all!" The mercenaries howled wolf.

But the next moment, the shouting stopped abruptly.

Franklin looked up in amazement, and though he couldn't see anything, he knew that there was a behemoth hovering overhead, casting shadows over them like a curtain.

Dragon!

"Get out of the way!" He screamed.

In the next second, the thunderous sound of breaking the air brought a scorching wind.

A spear of fire rained down from the sky like lava, engulfing dozens of mercenaries in an instant.

Franklin rushed into the houses on the side of the street and escaped, but felt the heat lap against his back, making his armor hot.

The dying soldiers let out a terrible howl that was not human, and the rich smell of barbecued meat filled the air.

"Scorpion crossbow!" Franklin roared, "What about the scorpion crossbow? ”

The dragon was not invincible, he comforted himself in his heart.

Aegon the Conqueror died a dragon in Dorne, and now, he can make Caesar's dragon die in Dorne!

The knight, who wanted to be a dragon slayer hero, rushed out of the burning house and ran towards the castle tower.

There are scorpion crossbows there.

Fierce battles were breaking out at the city gates, and more and more enemies were rushing in, but the Golden Regiment was seriously understaffed at the other city gates due to the heavy deployment of troops at the west city gate, and it seemed that they had fallen behind at this time.

What's more, there was also a terrifying dragon hovering overhead, spewing hellish flames from time to time, which was an extremely serious blow to the morale of the Golden Regiment.

You have to kill the dragon first!

Sir Franklin did not bother with the battle at the gates, but rushed up to the tower, groping in the darkness from memory for the Scorpion Crossbow.

Got it!

And there are three soldiers operating ballistas.

But the problem was that the night was deep, and they reloaded, but they could not find a target to shoot.

Franklin grabbed the torch and waved it wildly in the air, shouting:

"Caesar! Come on! You lowly bastard! Come and duel with me! ”

In the next second, an angry roar filled the entire Divine Grace City, and a hot wind like a furnace swept in.

Franklin saw a pair of eyes, blood-red in the darkness.

I'm watching hell. That was Franklin's last thought.

The scorching flames consumed him, and the whistling of a scorpion's crossbow was heard in his ears.

But Franklin had no time to see if he had shot the dragon.

His whole being was on fire.

(End of chapter)