A mercenary brother who had drunk too much came to the side of the ship top-heavy, closed his eyes and peed into the sea.

An arrow whistled and struck him in the forehead.

The brother crashed into the sea and made a huge splash.

The sound failed to alert the brothers, and the brothers, who heard the sound, closed their eyes and muttered a word, and went back to sleep.

Late at night, it's a good time to sleep.

But there were still a few drunken brothers on the neighboring ship.

They all laughed at the sound of falling water, cursing which guy had drunk too much and fell into the sea.

It is not uncommon for brothers who drink too much to fall into the sea because they pee, and many brothers have the experience of falling into the sea and then climbing onto the boat.

One of the brothers raised the bottle and sang loudly, and then he saw the brother across from him with wide eyes and wanted to play the trick of 'let me turn back', and the brother laughed and said that he had seen through the little trick of his comrades, and then a knife cut his throat.

When the blood splattered out, several of his brothers stepped forward and drew their daggers and daggers at their waists, and no one would wear a long sword to fight for wine.

A throwing axe whistled in his face, slashing between the eyes of one of his brothers.

The brother fell with a bang, and his shouts of 'enemy attack' were heard first.

The voice was high-pitched and sharp, and it flew into the air.

But everyone was drunk and asleep, and the brothers who heard it on the adjacent ship suspected that they had heard it wrong, and when they sat up and needed to make a second confirmation, the sound was gone.

They were in a state of lazy physical wonder.

On the neighboring boat, where the sound came, several brothers who had stayed up all night and drank had just assumed a fighting posture, and several throwing axes whistled at them, some slashing them on the forehead, some on their necks.

The axes were heavy, short-handled, and precise, and the drunken brothers fell in a pool of blood in the blink of an eye.

It was an attack by tribal warriors from the Stonecrow, the natives of the Valley.

Since following the Demi-Humans to Dragonstone, their former stone axes have been replaced by short-handled axes made of stainless steel, which can be thrown in melee combat.

Dragonstone's elite legion of 1,000 men was divided into ten centurions, each of which was responsible for attacking a warship.

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Jon Snow took control of the flagship that originally belonged to Bloodbeard, and under his orders, only a few of the rebellious mercenaries were killed, and the rest were tied up, with swords on their chests and necks, and several officers led by Jon Snow were tied up and stuffed with rags to wipe the ship's planks.

Jon Snow ordered the flagship to move on to another large ship next to it.

"Enemy attack!"

The battleship in the distance, a startled scream suddenly sounded, and then, the horn of the enemy attack was blown.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

More shouts rang out on all sides.

The Ragged Prince was awakened in his sleep, and he reached out and touched the long sword in his hand, but it was empty. A tall black figure stood in front of his large bed: "Hands up, commander, you have been captured." ”

The other party spoke the lingua franca of Westeros, and the Ragged Prince could understand it, but he pretended not to understand. However, a cold glittering sword pressed against his throat, and he saw a pair of cold eyes like ice: "Surrender, Ragged Prince." ”

It was Jory Kesso who caught the Ragged Prince.

The hundred-man team he led was the elite of the Black Armor Army, and thirty of them were knights.

The mercenary fighters and officers outside have either been killed or have been completely controlled. The bloody smell wafting into the plush bedroom spoke for itself.

Woooooooo

The horn sounded in the sea west of the wind, and Ed ordered all sixty warships to be lined up in a semicircle under the command of Sir Ronald Clinton, the Sea Secretary on the side of the ship, and to give way to the sea leading to Blackwater Bay in the west.

Woooooooo

In the northern seas, horns sounded, and dozens of warships lined up to encircle the enemy fleet with Eddard Stark's warships.

Woooooooo

There was also a horn sound in the direction of Dragonstone!

It is surrounded on three sides, except for the sea to the west.

In the darkness, the Ragged Prince and all his brothers heard the sound of trumpets on three sides, and each of them knew that he was surrounded by the enemy.

In the dark night, the horn sounded, and the enemy ships in the distance did not know how many there were.

The four flagships commanded by the Wind Blowing Regiment were immediately controlled, and all the warships of the Wind Blowing Regiment that were alarmed were not in command, and the number of mercenaries on each battleship that had not yet been controlled was no more than 100 people.

Soon, from the flagship in the very center came the horn of surrender blown by the Ragged Prince: Woo Woo - Woo Woo - Woo - Woo -

Shouts of slaughter rang out everywhere, and the number of the legions attacking at night sounded like tens of thousands!

But in spite of this, there were still more than a dozen pirate warships that had temporarily joined the sea and chose to break through to the open sea! They were experienced and did not fear to sail at night, and they heard the loopholes in the enemy's encirclement horn and chose to take the risk of breaking through.

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While the Ragged Prince ordered the surrender, the warriors of the Golden Knights lay in ambush in the primeval forest of the Royal Forest. This mercenary legion had five hundred knights, each with at least three horses, at least one slave, and at least five or more guards.

This is the origin of the name 'knight' in the Golden Knights, and it is also the core strength of the legion.

Everyone who can receive the honor of knighthood is a warrior who has been baptized in battle.

The Golden Knights are a mercenary group founded by the noble bastard of the Iron, Igor "Gawain" (the bastard son of the Targaryen family, who supported another bastard, Daemon Blackfire, to sit on the Iron Throne). The Golden Knights have always had a reputation for capriciousness, but their motto is "as good as gold".

In their rear base camp, the current regimental commander, Harry Stryclan, alias "Homeless" Harry Strykland, was soaking his feet in hot water.

Since landing in the Stormlands, the Golden Knights have won every battle, and in just a few days, they have swept through most of the castles of Storm's End, and countless children of nobles have become prisoners of the Legion. But they failed to conquer the Baratheon's Storm's End.

Harry Stryclan barely looked like a warrior. He was obese, with a large round head, light gray eyes, and thinning hair that he pulled away to hide his bald head.

The recent continuous marching and running had caused Harry a lot of blisters on his feet, which had caused him a lot of pain.

Harry Stryclan's great-grandfather lost his family fief due to his support of the rebellion of Daemon Blackfire (the noble illegitimate son of the Targaryen family), so three generations from Harry's grandfather were born in a foreign land and raised in the Golden Order. He likes to boast that his family is "four generations loyal to the Golden Regiment". He was not a fierce warrior, as evidenced by the blisters on his feet on his continuous marches, and he was always on a horse or in an elephant's seat, where Harry served as treasurer before he was promoted to commander.

After the death of the 'Last Blackheart' Meath Toon, Harry took over as head of the Golden Order, and the man who persuaded him to sign a contract with Kevon Lannister of the Westside and attack Westeros was Jon Clinton, the former Prime Minister of the Mad King Elise Targaryen, a loyal former king banished by the Mad King to the other side of the Narrow Sea, the patriarch of the Clinton family of Fort Griffon, and the lord of Fort Griffon.

Jon Clinton has been going by the pseudonym 'Griffin' on the other side of the Narrow Sea.