"Halberd City refuses to pledge allegiance to me?"

After capturing the rebellion in the Riverlands and Vales, he killed all the few remaining armies of the Martell family and took control of the city of Halberd.

The army of the House of Ellenwood and the Golden Regiment rushed to the city almost front and back, but instead of immediately starting the battle, they sent emissaries into the city at the same time to persuade them to surrender.

Both sides knew that this army in Yang Halberd City was a new force that could not be ignored, and if the opponent's position could not be determined, the outcome of the battle would be unpredictable.

Unfortunately, it seems that it is not easy to gain the allegiance of the army in the city.

"Yes, Your Highness, Lord Edmure Tully said that you cannot just pay lip service to you, but you must provide food, weapons, and a fleet that can send them home before he will lead his army to pay allegiance to you."

Little Aegon snorted lightly and said:

"Don't they believe my promises? As long as they are willing to fight for me, not to mention the food and weapons fleet, or the title of land castle, I can give them all. ”

The messenger hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously:

"Your Highness, Lord Edmure said...... You can't give away something that's not yours as a gift......"

Bang!

Little Aegon overturned the table, and all kinds of bottles and cans fell to the ground.

Tyrion Lannister took a few steps back to the side, dodging the splashes of food and drink, and said:

"The good news is that the Ellenwood family can't get what the army in the city wants, but the bad news is that Caesar can, so ......"

"Caesar can't come." Little Aegon said firmly, "Jon will stop him west of Grace City......"

Before he had finished speaking, he saw a man running into the tent covered in blood, crying:

"Your Highness! The City of Divine Grace is lost! ”

The tent fell into a dead silence for a moment.

Tyrion watched little Aegon's face turn from white to red and then to purple again, and cautiously took a few steps back again.

Sure enough, the next moment, I saw little Aegon slam the wine bag in his hand on the ground, splashing the people around him.

"Lost the City of Divine Grace? How did you lose it? ”

Little Aegon's eyes widened and his face roared in disbelief.

"Yes, Your Highness." Recalling that terrible night, the knight who reported the news still had palpitations, "Lord Jon misjudged the time and place of Caesar's attack, and the enemy has a dragon, ah, that dragon is too big and terrible for a scorpion crossbow to shoot it......"

"Enough!" Little Aegon interrupted the knight impatiently, "I knew Jon Clinton couldn't be trusted. It was his stupidity that allowed Robert the Reab to escape and kill many Targaryens! Now he's going to kill me again! I shouldn't have given him the army! ”

Tyrion Lannister shook his head as he looked at the teenager, who was a little out of control.

No matter how wrong that griffon lord was, he had brought him up single-handedly, and even once became father and son, but it was really chilling that this prince would humiliate Jon in public.

"Your Highness Aegon," Tyrion exhorted, "we cannot afford to delay any longer in this situation, and we must crush the army of House Ellenwood as soon as possible, or we will be overwhelmed by Caesar's army." ”

"Good!" Little Aegon immediately ordered, "Tomorrow morning, we will attack!" After the destruction of the Ellenwood family, I believe that the people in Yangji City will make the right choice. ”

"Yes, Your Highness!"

……

The next morning, as soon as it was dawn, the Golden Regiment began to line up.

After receiving the report from his subordinates, Sir Olifa Shad came to the camp and watched for a while, his face quite solemn:

"The people of the Golden Regiment are in a hurry."

"Don't be in a hurry. With the fall of Divine Grace, His Majesty Caesar and the army of the Dain family will soon come to support and cut off the back of the Golden Regiment. ”

Sir Olifa shook his head, but his expression was not so relaxed.

Because the Golden Regiment has the advantage in numbers, and he has also heard of the name of the first mercenary group in Essos, and the combat effectiveness is very strong.

Although Caesar won a great victory in Divine Grace City, if they could not withstand this wave of counterattack from the Golden Regiment, the situation in Dorne would still be uncertain.

To no avail, Sir Olifa turned around and began to set up the battle.

For them, in fact, as long as they can hold the camp, it will be considered victory, and when Caesar's reinforcements arrive, it will be the death of the Golden Regiment.

But the Golden Regiment obviously understands this, so this attack will inevitably go all out.

The fierceness of the battle was already predictable.

Sir Olifa's side had just finished arranging his battle mission when he heard the desolate sound of a horn in the distance.

In an instant, the wild sand danced, the murderous atmosphere was full of energy, and a big battle began in a hurry.

The Dorn soldiers lined up at the rear of the camp, silently and nervously watching as the Golden Regiment's cavalry squad approached first.

They parted in front of the camp wall on both sides, changing their formations, and at the same time drawing their bows and arrows, and a dense array of arrows rose into the air, falling with the yellow sand.

The archers of the Dornes immediately returned the color.

Arrows came and went like locusts, and from time to time warriors on both sides fell to the ground screaming, blood flowing in the sand.

Sir Olifa sat in the rear, looking at the enemy's formation, but suddenly his eyes froze.

"What's that?" The adjutant apparently spotted the anomaly as well.

The ground began to tremble, and a muffled thunderous sound could be heard in the distance, which was terrifying.

"That's an elephant!" Sir Olifa gasped, and his heart sank.

At this time, the Dorne soldiers also discovered the behemoth in the enemy formation, and the oppressive force brought by the more than a dozen terrifying behemoths was amazing.

Panic and fear began to creep in the Dorne formation.

"According to the rules of Sivas chess, the dragon eats the elephant." The adjutant seemed to want to liven up the atmosphere.

But that's obviously not a good idea, they have dragons, but dragons aren't here.

Sir Olifa took decisive steps to set up a shield spear formation among the soldiers in the front row, which was the best formation to deal with the cavalry charge, but against the elephants......

He really didn't know the bottom of his heart.

No one in Westeros had ever used elephants on a large scale on the battlefield, so the Dornes had only heard of elephants on the other side of the Narrow Sea, but they had never fought each other.

At this time, the Dornites can only bite the bullet.

Bang! Bang! Bang......

The sound of the elephant's footsteps approaching as if it were stepping on the heart of every Dorne soldier.

As the huge body approached, it became more and more hideous and terrifying.

"Shoot the arrows! Shoot the arrows! Commander Dorn shouted hoarsely.

The arrows rose again like a torrential rain, and then fell into the ranks of the Golden Regiment.

But the power of such arrows is limited to the damage caused by a giant beast like an elephant.

"Rush! Rush! Rush! The soldier on the back of the elephant shouted excitedly.

They have become accustomed to the fear of seeing their enemies, and they can't wait to see all obstacles trampled and crushed by elephants.

Boom - Boom Boom – Boom –

Seventeen elephants slowly accelerated, and rushed towards the camp of the Dornites like a moving steel fortress in the face of a flurry of arrows.

(End of chapter)