Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 302: Battle of Meereen
The heavy rain put out the raging fire in the pyramid in one fell swoop. The pitch cans hurled by the "Six Sisters" catapults that the Yunkai people had worked so hard to build were mostly useless. They poured onto the surface of the city wall and were extinguished by the heavy rain. Only a group of embers remained, raising wisps of black smoke that were better than nothing.

Rhaegal and Viserion quickly left the sky. Rhaegal went to the black pyramid of Dayahzam to find his nest, while Viserion rushed to the opposite hill, crossed the mountains and left the city.

Without dragons, the gods are now watching. Jorah thought, and instinctively stopped in front of a tree, but there was no heart tree in Meereen, so the old gods could not look down on him.

He is far away from home.

The arena was closed and the Sons of the Harpy were still rampant in the city, but that was none of his business.

Jorah's servant put on the armor for him and handed him the "Atonement".

"Saddle the horse and armor it," he ordered, and then watched as the servants put on the saddle and armored the horse's back and head.

"Here you go, ser." The squire handed him the reins. Jorah nodded and mounted his horse.

He rode his horse and walked quietly along the pyramid. There were less than a hundred of the queen's Dothraki cavalry left in Meereen, and most of the rest followed the Queen's Blood to the Dothraki Sea to find the queen.

But the gladiators in the arena and the Unsullied under Grey Worm are still there.

It was raining heavily, but the "Six Sisters" did not stop bombarding the city. Corpses were flying in the air, and they fell on the city streets along with the raindrops. The smell of decay and the flying pieces of flesh filled the overflowing water vapor. The bricks of the street began to crack, and rotten worms and maggots were everywhere, leaving mottled red and purple bloodstains on the ground.

"Are they trying to get the Pale Mare plague into the city?" Jorah thought, then laughed at himself. Pale Mare was already everywhere on the streets of Meereen, so what would happen if there were a few more of them? Fortunately, most of these horrific pieces of flesh were blocked by the towering towers, protruding breastworks, and defense towers.

The rain stopped when a red line appeared above the horizon due to the setting sun. The night fell, the eaves were dripping, the soldiers stopped marching, and rows of soldiers faced the falling night, letting the water droplets slide down their helmets and leave streaks on their breastplates.

Jorah held the sword and walked in front of the soldiers, looking up at the three-headed dragon flag of the Targaryen family. The red dragon was on a black background, as if history was walking towards reality from the rain, distant yet close.

Five thousand Unsullied stood, their backs straight like statues, each of them carrying three spears, a short sword, and a shield. There was a torch lit every five steps of the pyramid, and the light was abrupt in the night, shining on the spiked helmets of the Unsullied, facing the red line of the setting sun, watching it gradually fade.

The chess players set out first, with countless Targaryen red dragon banners riding towards the city gate tower. Jorah rode at the forefront of the chess players, listening to the horses panting, the horseshoes stepping on the broken bricks and stones, the swords and scabbards clanging, and the crackling sound of burning torches.

"Cavalry charge," Jorah instructed the captains who had gathered around him, "When their legions are in formation, outflank them, either from the rear or the flank, but don't face their spears head-on."

"Then," he exhaled, blowing the torch smoke far away, "go straight to the trebuchet and take it or destroy it."

"Break into the nobles' tents, free the slaves, burn their tents, take as many nobles' heads as possible, and create a commotion." Jorah repeated what he had already been told, over and over again.

"Once surrounded," he deliberately emphasized, "no matter how great your honor is, conserving your strength will allow you to better defend the queen. The latter is a higher honor. Retreat immediately and don't fight to the end."

"Wait until their commander orders the cavalry to engage us. That will be the best time. Once the horn sounds, Grey Worm and his five thousand Unsullied will attack us."

Jorah took a deep breath and said, "Pray to your gods. It will be a sleepless night ahead."

The iron-framed city gate opened, and a silence suddenly flooded into the city gate tower. Jorah held his breath, watching the bonfire burning in the tent in the distance and listening to the endless laughter in the distance.

The mercenary company camp blocked their way, and the Iron Legion of New Rhys was also at the river mouth not far away.

"Kill~" The sound of fighting echoed from afar and floated in the air.

Jorah lightly squeezed his horse's belly and shouted, "Attack." He raised his cavalry spear and rushed out.

The cavalry rushed out in groups, "Kill!!!~" As the Targaryen red dragon flag emerged and unfolded, the cry of killing also gushed out and poured outside the city of Meereen.

The military drums sounded, and the enemy reacted and saw the slave soldiers forming a team.

"Time." Qiao La turned his horse's head first and ran to the right.

In an instant the cavalry dispersed, and the mercenaries loyal to the queen turned back.

The smoke was covered by the night, but the overflowing firelight still illuminated them. The slave soldiers were covered in dust and watched the cavalry pass by them. The cavalry went to the right and split into two teams, heading straight for the flank of the slave soldiers and the tent camp of the nobles.

The cavalry moved to the left, bypassing the sharp spears, outflanking from the rear, and trying to intercept the flank.

"Roar! ~" A dragon roar came from behind. Jorah didn't have time to look back, but instead caught a glimpse of a Yunkai officer among a group of slave soldiers. The golden armor was still shining even under the cover of night. He thrust the lance forward and immediately poked a hole in the shoulder of the Yunkai officer. With the lance turned horizontally, the Yunkai man died in hatred. When the golden armor fell to the ground with a thud, the slave soldiers beside him swarmed on the ground and dug up the corpse. Even the confidants around the officer tried to obstruct them, it was useless.

"The Dragon Queen is the liberator! The liberator of slaves, you are free men!" Jorah roared loudly, threw away his lance, drew out the "Atonement", swung the blade down, countless iron armors fell off like mud, and flesh and blood were also peeled off.

"Roar!~" The dragon flame descended in front of them, and the "Old Shrew" catapult of the "Six Sisters" was immediately ignited, but the crossbow machine was started, and the arrow was turned to aim at the dragon still circling in the sky.

Jorah recognized it and rode forward, pulling out his lance from the corpse, not caring about the scratches on his breastplate. Arrows grew like weeds around his horse's hooves.

"Brother Lei!" he shouted, "Get out of here!" Jorah leaped forward, his lance flew away, and the crossbowman was hit in the chest and fell straight down.

The arrow flew close to his face, shattering the trace of relief in his heart.

The warhorse was frightened, its front hooves raised forward and its head tilted back, and Jorah was thrown out and fell to the ground.

When he looked up, he saw flames rising from the nobles' tents and the enemy's mercenaries were in chaos.

The squire chopped a slaver to the ground and grabbed Jorah's hand. "The Second Sons have turned against us. The sellswords can't come to the aid of these Yunkai slavers."

"Where are the Iron Legion of Lys?" asked Jorah. He wanted to know what was happening at the North Gate. That was the enemy's most elite legion. They had already attempted an attack when they saw the North Gate was wide open. With the great honor of being the first to enter Meereen in front of them, they gave up on rushing to help the Yunkai'i without a second thought.

The attendant shook his head, "I don't know."

"Be careful!" Jorah Mormont pulled the squire over and used his arm guard to block the Yunkai'i's blade. A stream of blood flowed out. "Atonement" swung forward and cut off the Yunkai'i's head.

"Let's go, we need to blow the horn." He pointed at the saddle, and the horn was picked up by the servant, who took a deep breath and blew the horn.

“Woo woo woo!~”

A Yunkai cavalryman happened to arrive and shot an arrow into the squire's head.

Jorah had no time to feel sad. He raised his Valyrian steel sword and swept it across the ground. The Yunkai'i men fell to the ground and were crushed under their wailing warhorses.

"Boom boom boom!"

The Unsullied marched forward in orderly ranks, their spears pointed at the massed Yunkish cavalry.

"Get up!" A cavalryman rushed over and grabbed Jorah's arm. The latter also struggled to hook the warhorse and turned over to sit on its back.

"Boom!" A roar came from the north gate, and a burning warship rushed into the pontoon bridge built by the Lys people. Countless longships docked from behind, and the flag of the Greyjoy family lit up.

"Ironborn?" Jorah tightened his grip on his sword. "They're on our side?"

The Iron Legion of Gith poured into the north gate. Jorah didn't dare to imagine what would happen to Simon Scarback, but the Iron Legion could never have imagined that there were enemies on the sea - the shield formation of the Ironborn Marauders attacking from behind.

"Boom!" Another catapult collapsed.

The situation was hopeless. Jorah smiled and patted his horse's butt. "Let's go back to the city."

The cavalry increased their speed and galloped all the way to the city gate tower without stopping.

(End of this chapter)