Seeing the white dragon hovering in the sky, the people of the Golden Regiment began to get anxious.

And at this time, the army of Dorne also arrived one after another and began to attack the military formation of the Golden Regiment.

Samwell calmed the restless white dragon and pulled out the bolts from its tail and belly.

Hot blood flowed from the wound, evaporating into smoke almost as soon as it touched the air.

Then, he carefully controlled the white dragon to hover over the battlefield, carefully found the hidden scorpion crossbow one by one, and confirmed the location before cooperating with the attack of the Dorne soldiers to make the white dragon swoop down, pouring fire and anger on the enemy's head.

In this process, he always paid attention to maintaining the distance between him and the scorpion crossbow, and at the same time controlled the white dragon to constantly change direction in the air, increasing the difficulty of aiming the golden group scorpion crossbow.

Crossbow arrows flew through the air, but they could no longer easily hit the white dragon that swept by.

Instead, under the onslaught of the Dorne army, one scorpion after another was destroyed.

Seeing that the threat was being eliminated little by little, the white dragon became more and more unscrupulous.

The position of the Golden Regiment has been plowed out by the flames of blood, and countless charred corpses and terrible screams have made the front of the West City Gate seem to have become a purgatory on earth.

Finally, the Golden Regiment completely collapsed.

The invincible dragon crushed the last straw in their hearts, and the surviving mercenaries could no longer organize a decent resistance, and they turned around and fled through the open west gate.

Jon Clinton stood at the top of the tower of the Elion family's castle, looking at the battle at the West Gate, and the last trace of luck in his heart finally disappeared.

"My lord, run away!" The guard advised.

Jon turned silently and walked down the stairs without hurrying.

By this time, the Dornites had surrounded the castle and were under fierce attack.

Jon had only descended two flights of stairs when he saw the Dornes storm the castle.

He hesitated, and instead of going any further, he walked down the hallway to a wooden door.

The guard at the door was still doing his duty, but his face could not hide the panic.

Jon pushed the door open and saw Lady Eens sitting timidly on the bed in a long lilac dress.

After seeing the man, she smiled sadly:

"Are you here to kill me?"

Jon didn't answer, his right hand gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, but he never pulled it out.

He knew that this woman had betrayed him and led to his own defeat, but the pride of the knight kept him from doing it.

Just as he was in Stone Hall, he couldn't give the order to set fire to the city and force out Robert Baratheon.

Having dreamed about it countless times in the middle of the night, Jon thought that if he was given another chance, he might be able to make a different choice in Stone Hall.

But now it seems that this is all a self-delusional illusion.

He's not that kind of person.

After a moment, he laughed to himself, shook his head, and sighed:

"The gods have fashioned me as a proud coward."

With that, his right hand released the hilt of his sword and turned away.

The shouts outside the door were getting closer and closer, but Jon Clinton calmly ordered:

"Lay down your arms."

The guards looked at each other, and finally gave up resistance.

Jon straightened his collar unhurriedly, as if he was on his way to a grand banquet.

Seeing a knight of Dorne rushing towards him with a blood-dripping sword, Jon spoke:

"We surrender. Allow me to meet His Majesty Caesar. ”

At this time, Samwell was standing on the West Tower, watching the Dorne soldiers below receive the surrender of the Golden Regiment.

The white dragon was venting his anger at the scorpion crossbow, burning them all to ashes, and then flicking his tail to smash the wreckage, causing smoke and dust to splash everywhere.

The corpses and blood had already smelled in the scorching sun, and the soldiers mobilized the people of the city to start digging pits outside the city to prepare for the burial of the remains of the enemy.

Sir Hughes Dayne hurried up to the tower, took off his blood-stained helmet, and began to report the casualty count to Samwell.

In a fierce battle last night, the Dane family army suffered more than 500 casualties, of which more than 100 were killed in the battle, and the rest were slightly or seriously wounded.

Samwell was slightly frightened by such casualties, thinking it was a devastating victory, but the casualty figure was quite staggering.

It seems that the combat effectiveness of the Golden Regiment is still quite terrifying, and under the threat of the dragon and the drag of its own commander's commotion, it still makes the opponent pay a lot of price.

Of course, they themselves suffered even more casualties.

At present, according to rough statistics, a total of nearly 2,000 soldiers of the Golden Regiment laid down their arms and surrendered, and countless were killed in battle, and some escaped from the West Gate.

Samwell was instructing the aftermath when he saw two guards escorting a middle-aged man over,

Seeing the red and white griffin crest on the opponent's breastplate, Samwell guessed the person's identity.

"Your Majesty Caesar," Jon Clinton bowed respectfully, "Hand of the former King of Aerys II, former Lord of the Vultry's Nest, Jon Clinton greets you. ”

Samwell glanced at him faintly and said:

"You're here to surrender?"

"Yes."

"Then don't pretend, get down on your knees and ask for my forgiveness."

Jon gritted his teeth and said:

"Don't be complacent, Caesar, you can only win because of the dragon."

As he spoke, his eyes couldn't help but look at the white dragon who was still venting his anger wantonly.

Even from a distance, this terrifying beast could feel the suffocating sense of oppression.

Samwell smiled disdainfully and said:

"Aren't you professing Targaryen orthodoxy? That little Aegon, the eldest grandson of the Mad King, why doesn't he even have a dragon? ”

Jon was speechless.

Samwell continued to sneer:

"Moreover, do you know that it is impossible for the Golden Regiment to win from the beginning, and even if you succeed in defending Grace City in this battle, it will not make any sense."

"If you win, you're right." Jon was clearly not convinced.

"Do you know why neither the Tolan family nor the Elion family will kneel down for your little Aegon, is it really just because he doesn't have a dragon?"

"Isn't it?"

Samwell shook his head slowly:

"You overestimate the role of dragons, and you underestimate people's hearts. The Dornish have little fear of dragons, they have fought them to the death, and have slaughtered an adult dragon.

The reason why they reject you, Aegon Jr., and the Golden Regiment is because once you win, it will mean a major reshuffle of the existing aristocratic system in Dorne. ”

Jon was stunned, he already understood what Caesar meant.

The Golden Regiment was a gathering place for the losers of the Blackfire Rebellion, full of losers of Westeros' political struggles, who longed for glory, but also for territory and titles.

"You're here to grab food." Samwell said, "Just yourself, if little Aegon ascends the Iron Throne, of course you will be the Earl of Eagle's Nest, then, will the current Earl Roland Clinton obediently give up his title and welcome you back?" ”

Jon lowered his head, already aware of the cruel truth that he had been ignoring all along.

The Golden Regiment is not welcome in Westeros.

From the day they landed, they were destined to not be supported by the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.

It's ridiculous that he has always thought that as long as there is little Aegon, as long as they wave the banner of the three-headed red dragon, they will immediately gather, and the nobles of the seven countries will come to vote.

The resistance of the Tolan family and the Elion family before, they always thought it was an example.

But that's just their own deception.

"You're right." Jon sighed bitterly, "We didn't lose unjustly. ”

(End of chapter)