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Boron blew the horn: Woo woo woo woo -

The sound of trumpets resounded throughout Dragonstone.

The ragged prince outside the city walls

The houses on Dragonstone Island were made of boulders, and shouts erupted from the rooftops, inside the houses, at the entrance of the lanes, at the end of the streets, and on the city walls.

Kill!

Listen to this voice, no more than a legion of ten thousand men.

The Ragged Prince's face changed.

Tyrion Lannister's Legion of the Valley Tribes was 7,000 men, a very formidable force, with many of the High Lords having between 2,000 and 3,000 troops. For example, the strength of Luce Bolton, the strength of Kar Stark, and the strength of the Mormont family on Bear Island are less than 1,000, and the number of good fighters is only 500.

The combat power of the Seven Thousand Valley tribes includes almost all the combat power of the indigenous people of the Valley Mountains.

In addition, more than 1,000 miners, nearly 100 animal trainers, blacksmiths and tailors, as well as fishermen and farmers who had taken refuge on all the islands and islands near Dragonstone, shouted together, and the number of people was just 10,000 people.

Suddenly, the number of troops stationed on Dragonstone suddenly increased tenfold.

The frustrated mercenaries, who were raiding everywhere, were shocked, and the Ragged Prince had ordered his guards to blow the horn of retreat. He had never encountered such a cunning and calm opponent, and there were no less than a thousand soldiers defending the city every day, but he was not more than a thousand men defending the city every day to show weakness.

The mercenaries retreated.

Although they only saw some figures, their battle intent had been slaughtered by the earth-shattering shouts.

The number of enemies, all of a sudden, was too much.

There is no way forward, all the streets and alleys that can move forward, the road is full of dense triangular nails, and the debris and garbage used to cover up the triangular nails are completely gone, and the shocking triangular nails are like ants all over the road.

There is no way forward.

If you can't move forward to find the enemy and fight, and the enemy is shouting everywhere, the situation is unknown, and there is no sharp spirit, then you can only retreat.

Retreat, there were too many mercenaries, everyone was crowded in one place, and there was only one gate to get out.

Once the idea of fleeing for your life is more urgent than the feeling of entering the city.

Bolong blew the horn at the top of the Bachelor's Tower, and the city was ambushed and screamed.

Shout!

Yes, it's just a shout!

That's where Tyrion comes in.

The shouts everywhere were made to discourage the enemy.

It was only when the enemy was pushing each other and scrambling out of the city that the sound of Bolon's trumpet turned into an order to attack.

The triangle iron nail is invincible, although it has injured a lot of enemies, but it also blocks the pursuit of the enemy by its own people.

The sharp spikes can pierce the soles of the enemy's feet, as well as the soles of your own.

The horn of the attack sounded, and on the roofs of large and small buildings, rows of archers appeared, arrows rained down, and the mercenaries fell one after another.

It's an unchallenging slaughter, like a butcher slaughtering a wild boar in captivity.

On the city wall, the little beauty of the Black-Eared Tribe, Zira, and the double-axe Xiaga of the Stone Crow Department, led the warriors of the two tribes to condescend and poured fire oil on the mercenaries crowded at the city gate.

Dozens of barrels of fire oil that ignited the fire were pushed down at the same time, and there were countless triangular iron nails in the oil inside.

In an instant, the entire city gate was ablaze.

Screams and the stench of charred corpses rose into the air at the same time.

Brave mercenaries divided into teams to seize the city wall, and then they found that the stone staircase leading to the city wall was full of triangular iron nails, and the archers were at the end of the iron nail road - the city wall condescendingly fired arrows, and the mercenaries were targets for any attack.

Arrows raining down!

The warriors of the valley tribes are very good at archery, because they have been hunting in the mountains since childhood, and bows and arrows are a basic life skill that even children can know.

Outside the city walls, the Ragged Prince began to collect the remnants of the army.

It has to be said that the bronze iron gate built by the Targaryen family was prescient, and if it was an iron-clad oak door like other cities, such a fire, the iron-clad oak door would also be burned.

There are two bronze gates of the Targaryen house, one is the gate of Dragonstone, and the other is the gate of the dragon's lair where dragons are raised in King's Landing. The bronze gates of Dragon's Lair Castle, built on the hill of King's Landing, are staggeringly tall, and thirty horsemen entering the gate side by side would not feel crowded.

The gates of Dragonstone are not as tall, but they are heavier.

Countless barrels of lit oil were pushed down one by one, and the entire city gate was filled with a hell of flames, blocking the mercenaries inside and outside.

The mercenaries in the city fell screaming.

They had two options, either they were burned by fire or they were shot by arrows.

It's a very free either/or rule!

No one was able to break through the fire, nails, and arrows of the city gates, and rushed out to save their lives.

At the top of the tower, Boron also poured himself a glass of wine, and he drank it all in one gulp, and said: "If we do not use oil and nails, and the enemy enters the city, and the ambush is everywhere, the archers are on the roofs, and the spearmen are on the ground, we can kill more enemies." ”

Both Cren Greencoat and Fred Goldcoat agreed, believing that Tyrion's plan to destroy the enemy was not good.

"We can drive the enemy into the sea with one blow. Green-clothed Clen said.

"There is no doubt about it!" said Golden-clothed Fred.

Fred held a wine tray for Tyrion, on which was a bottle of Qingting Island wine.

Tyrion said, "We can kill more enemies and catch them aboard, but can we annihilate them all?"

"It's okay to kill most of them. Bronn looked at Tyrion with contempt, "The remaining half have fled to the ship, and as long as we don't reach the sea, they won't be a threat to us." ”

"And how many of us will die?" Tyrion stood on the edge of the tower with his glass in hand, the wind blowing his curls and the hem of his clothes, "The mercenaries are outlaws, how many brothers will we die if three of us are exchanged for one?" The rest of the guys will no longer have the blind confidence to attack, they will retreat to the sea to rest first. ”

Bronn pouted: "Are you afraid of the dead when you fight? Those natives of the valley are not afraid of death at all! Their archery skills are very good, and they are all archers." ”

It's true, very few of the mercenaries carry bows and arrows, but as soon as those guys raise their bows and arrows, before they can fire them, they are shot into hedgehogs by many arrows.

The first to kill the enemy's leader, captain, and commanding officer, and the second to kill the enemy's archer. - This is Tyrion's pre-battle order.

Kill the leader and leave the enemy leaderless and thrown into chaos, and kill the archers so that the enemy has no warriors to fight back.

Iron nails blocked the way, and no one could get close to the valley warriors smoothly.

There were pitifully few archers among the mercenaries.

And the aboriginal warriors of the valley, all of them are sharpshooters, and it is not bragging.

The native boys of the valley began to hunt with their fathers at the age of three, and the first weapon of hunting was the bow and arrow.

"Bolon, you are not afraid of death, you want to fight in close arms, then you go down and kill them, the city gate can't get out, you can fall out of the city, I approve you." Tyrion looked up at Bronn in a sharp tone.

Bronn smiled, "Why don't you use so many of your Valley Warriors?"

"If you feel bored by drinking with me here and watching the enemy's rout, go down immediately now and lead a team of three hundred men to clear the iron nails and clean up the battlefield. Tyrion looked up at Bronn calmly.

Bronn reached for the bottle, "I was wrong, Lord Tyrion. I prefer wine, really!"

Tyrion strode over and snatched the bottle, "It's your turn, Champion Bollon, it's an order from the High Commander." ”

Bolon's right hand was dangling in the air, his palm still in the shape of a bottle.

He glared at Tyrion, and Tyrion glared at him.

Bronn decided to obey the order: "Alright, Lord Tyrion, as you wish!"

"Be careful not to let a mercenary hiding in a corner stab you. Tyrion's green and black eyes smiled uncomfortably.

Bolon shrugged his shoulders and strode down the tower.

"What about you, would you rather drink with me or go down to work?"

"Drink, sir!" Cren in green nodded, smiling all over his face, "Sir, you need someone to pour wine and chat, we are the most suitable two candidates, we are both the same height, my lord." ”

Tyrion's right eye blinked slightly.

"My lord killed thousands of enemy soldiers without losing a single person, relying only on iron nails and oil drums, and the enemy was terrified and abandoned his armor. "After leaving the Lake of the Divine Eye, Fred learned quickly with Tyrion, and his eloquence improved significantly.

Tyrion nodded, "Remember, I only accept compliments, not criticism. Since I was born, I've heard too many criticisms. Gnomes are often inferior to illegitimate children. ”

"Yes, my lord!" said Clenn in Green and Fred in Gold.

Tyrion looked at the banner of the Ragged Prince outside the city wall and said, "It's not that there are no smart people among the mercenaries, the Ragged Prince is a smart man, and now he is a blessing in disguise." ”

"Why do you say that?" Clen asked.

"The commanders of the other three mercenary regiments have all been killed, and he is the only one left. With his cleverness, it would not be difficult to gather the remaining mercenaries of the other legions. He used to have only 3,000 men, but after this battle, excluding those who deserted and ran away in the future, his blue-clothed army would have at least 6,000 people, and his combat strength had more than doubled. ”

"How do you know that the commanders of the other three mercenary legions have been killed?" said Golden-clothed Fred.

"Except for the flag of the Ragged Prince, the flags of the other three legions have entered the city, and wherever the flag goes, the rest of the mercenaries have given way. ”

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Outside the city, the Ragged Prince gathered the remnants of his army and slowly retreated, while giving orders to go down to count the number of people. This battle killed all his ambitions to take Dragonstone. This contract has encountered a hard bone to gnaw.

This is something he didn't expect at all!

He and Bloodbeard and the others had come to make a fortune: their ultimate goal was to break King's Landing and sack it.

The capital of the Seven Kingdoms can loot mountains of gold, silver and jewels.

He knew very well that with his current strength and fighting spirit, Dragonstone City could no longer be breached, and the strength of the troops in the city was not inferior to him, and his fighting spirit was high. It's just that the Ragged Prince doesn't understand why these people didn't appear in the naval battle, if the opponent has so many troops during the naval battle, it is not certain who will win and who will lose in several naval battles.

After counting the number of people, the number of wounded exceeded 1,000, and the number of people who did not return exceeded 2,000, and the commanders, deputy commanders and senior officers of the remaining three mercenary regiments were all killed.

Of the 12,000 men of the four legions, less than 9,000 remained, many of whom were wounded.

The Ragged Prince ordered to dismantle the barracks on the beach to prevent the other side from attacking the camp at night, and all the ships were kept away from the port. The other side has no boat, they are absolutely safe at sea.

At sea, the Ragged Prince held a meeting, and he divided part of the property of the commanders of the other three legions to the officers he had promoted, and rewarded them with three flagships, and then took out most of the goods of the other legions on the flagships and distributed them among the mercenaries who had lost their leaders, much to the cheers of the mercenaries. Without a trace, he annexed the mercenaries of the other three legions, and the flags of the other three mercenaries were removed, and all of them were replaced with the tattered banners of the Ragged Prince.

As Tyrion had expected, the Ragged Prince was a blessing in disguise, and the forces of the Wind Blowing Regiment were more than doubled. It is only about three or four thousand fewer than the Golden Knights, which have tens of thousands of people.

In one fell swoop, he became the second most powerful mercenary group among the hundreds of mercenary groups on the other side of the Narrow Sea.

With such a rapid development of the wind blowing group, the next thing to do, of course, is to celebrate.

So, after the great defeat, a feast was held on the four flagships and dozens of warships of the wind blowing group, and everyone drank heartily, carnivaled all night, and drank to celebrate.

Wine and meat are also a holy medicine for healing wounds after defeat.

For three days, the Ragged Prince led his breeze-blowing brethren on the battleship to celebrate, and he decided to wait for the frustration to be adjusted, and then lead the fleet to King's Landing. King's Landing was a place he portrayed to his brothers to make a fortune, and as soon as the Golden Knights of Storm's End took Storm's End and headed north, they would move westward and attack King's Landing on both sides.

Raven has taken the message from the Ragged Prince to the Golden Knights who are attacking Storm's End.

The Golden Knights have won victory after victory, and they have already taken many castles, and the entire territory of Wind's Breath is empty, and most of the troops are concentrated in the Bitter Bridge. The Golden Knights are invincible.

There was only one Storm's Rest left to take, and it was so steep and sturdy that the trebuchet's boulder tossed against the walls left only a white spot.

During the Usurper War, the Tyrells and the army of the Riverlands besieged Storm's End for a year without being able to defeat it - that war also caused Stannis to hate the Tyrells and order the extermination of the Tyrells as soon as they took the throne - although the military skills of the Tyrells were very low, it also proved that the Storm's End was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The Wind Blowing Regiment, which was attacking King's Landing from the waterway, encountered the Hard-Bone Dragonstone Island, and the Golden Knights, who attacked King's Landing by land, encountered the Hard-Bone Storm's Breath, and the situation on both sides was somewhat similar, except that the Golden Knights did not suffer any major casualties. The defenders of Storm's End were locked behind closed doors, guarding the walls, and the Golden Knights, with their Elephant Army, were desperate to take it.

And on the sea, the Ragged Prince will soon meet his second fiasco, which will put an end to the fate of the wind blowing the ball. And the land army, the Golden Knights, will welcome the biggest victory since the landing.

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Tomorrow the last day of the end of the month, period, rest!