Game of Thrones: Roar of the Dragon

Chapter 175 Internal strife
dong dong dong~~
The loud sound of retreat drums spread throughout the battlefield of Gulus.

When all the Frey family soldiers heard the drumbeats, they fled desperately towards their own positions.

Those Frey family soldiers who happened to be on the siege tower or siege ladder were directly caught in a dilemma.

However, after a slight hesitation, they knew that their chances of survival were slim if they retreated with their backs turned, but their instinct still drove them to turn around and run away.

The archers guarding the city walls of Gros would definitely not miss such a good opportunity.

They just beat the fallen dog and kept taking the lives of the fleeing Frey family soldiers and the civilians attacking the city.

Soon, a small number of unlucky Frey family soldiers all fell under the city wall while fleeing.

Most of the other Frey family soldiers took the opportunity to retreat out of the archers' attack range.

As for those Frey family soldiers who had already climbed to the top of the Gross city wall, they were directly treated as abandoned pawns.

They did not have the determination to fight to the death. After a moment's thought, they dropped their weapons, knelt down and shouted for mercy.

oh! ! !
On the left city wall, Gerry watched as the enemy army was successfully repelled under his command.

With excitement on his face, he raised the blood-stained sword in his hand and shouted in victory.

Led by their commander, nearly a thousand soldiers defending the city on the left side of the city wall roared in victory, and then thousands of soldiers in the other two sections followed suit.

The walls of Gros were littered with various miserable remains of corpses, and all the siege towers and ladders were abandoned under the walls.

The green wildfire on the wheeled battering ram in front of the western wall had been extinguished.

The wheeled battering ram was burned out, leaving only a pile of black ash and black smoke.

At this moment, the shouts of the victors on the city wall formed a sharp contrast with the silence of countless corpses under the wall.

The guards of Grus defended their city fearlessly and bravely, and they should enjoy the joy of victory.

But this was only a small victory, after all, most of the disputed land had already fallen.

Overall, this group of foreigners from Westeros still have the advantage.

However, compared to the thousands of ordinary soldiers who were rejoicing.

Gerry felt both the joy of victory and the anger towards Wheeler who had deserted the battlefield.

After instructing his soldiers to take the prisoners on the city wall into custody, Gerry walked down the wall of Grus with his personal guards.

As soon as he arrived at the inner training ground of Gros, he saw Willer talking to Lord Beoro from afar.

If Gerry didn't want to fall out with Wheeler before because it didn't involve his own interests.

The other party's desertion today has already threatened the lives of him, Lord Beoro, and the entire city of Gros.

Without any hesitation, Gerry walked straight over angrily and shouted angrily: "Weller, you damn coward, bastard, shit.

Your elite troops deserted the battlefield, which nearly killed all of us!"

"I'm running away?
Gerry, are you blind? Can't you see this arrow?
I came down for temporary treatment after being shot by an arrow.

He originally planned to simply bandage himself and then climb up the city wall again to continue fighting, but he didn't expect that the enemy would retreat at this time.

I know what you're thinking, but this is the enemy's first attack.

It’s far from the time to take credit!”

Gary's actions naturally attracted the attention of everyone in the area.

Weller first glanced at Beoro, then pointed to his bandaged left arm with a broken arrow, and answered loudly.

Wheeler's words were both defensive and defensive, directly defusing the accusation that he had deserted the battlefield, and he also slandered Gerry for trying to steal the credit.

"What are you talking about, you bastard? Am I taking credit for this?

Very good, I'll just let you see how I take the credit!"

Clang clang!
The slandered Gerry turned red, yelled at Weller and drew his bloody sword.

Upon seeing this, the guards behind the two men immediately drew their weapons and stared at each other with unfriendly eyes.

The inner training ground was suddenly filled with a tense atmosphere.

“What are you doing? What are you doing!
Gary, the war has just ended, what on earth do you want to do?"

Beoro, who had been standing quietly by the side, saw that both sides had drawn their weapons.

Knowing that this was definitely not a joke, he immediately questioned Gary.

"Lord Beoro, Weller abandoned the left wall where he was supposed to be stationed and fled from the battlefield.

It almost caused the entire Gross defense line to fall.

Lord Beoro, we should punish him by military law!"

Gerry turned to look at Beoro and spoke his thoughts loudly.

Wheeler saw that Beoro was thinking and seemed to believe it a little.

He quickly showed his left arm that was shot by an arrow, and spoke loudly with some grievance.

Beoro glanced at his bloody left arm, turned to Gerry and said, "Gerry, Weller was treated for his injuries and then came back to fight again, which cannot be considered as running away without reason.

Do you have any evidence to prove your slander against him?"

"I……"

Gary was speechless when he heard this and didn't know what to say.

After all, what kind of substantial evidence can there be for such a thing?
Gerry's eyes suddenly focused on Weller's left arm.

He rolled his eyes and asked directly: “Weller, you just said that your left arm was injured.

Then you must remember clearly what happened when you were injured, right?

So, was the arrow in your arm shot from the bottom of the wall or from the siege tower?"

"Where did it come from? Under the city wall... maybe!"

After hearing what Gerry said, Wheeler answered hesitantly.

Upon hearing this, Weiler immediately said loudly in a very surprised tone: "That's strange, the arrows shot by the enemy from below the city wall must be projectiles.

Then it will penetrate the body at an oblique angle.

The arrow on your left arm is so smooth, it must have been shot from the siege tower."

"Yes, yes, it was the siege tower that fired horizontally. I may have remembered it wrongly!"

When Wheeler heard his analysis, he nodded quickly, indicating that he had remembered it wrong.

“Hey, if it was an arrow shot from the siege tower, it wouldn’t have penetrated your left arm directly at such a close distance, but would have only caused a wound like this.

I think the enemy archer is so weak that he can't even pull the bow!
Weller, I think your arrow was thrust in by someone with bare hands!"

Seeing Wheeler's performance, Gerry sneered and spoke out his final judgment loudly.

"Shallow wound? That might be because there's something blocking it!

Inserted it with my bare hands? Do you think I am faking the injury in this way? "

Weller knew that he was being tricked by Gary. He was a little angry and shouted:
"I'm not doubting, I'm sure!"

"Alright, alright! We won today, let's all go back and rest for a while, and then we'll have a celebration party tonight and have a good drink!"

Beoro seemed to have understood something, and he took the opportunity to smooth things over and try to change the subject.

“No, those who fake being shot by an arrow and escape will not be punished, and those who shed blood to recapture the city wall will not be rewarded.

If we can convince everyone, how can we drink happily? "

If it was something else, Gerry would definitely give face to Beoro who made the speech. But today, this matter concerning everyone's life is absolutely not allowed.

Since his Lord Beoro still wanted to smooth things over, Gri simply decided to break off the conflict.

“Gerry, what you said is just speculation, not evidence.

If I punish Wheeler based on a few words from you, I believe no one will be convinced, right? "

But just as Beoro was trying to smooth things over, a soldier who had been responsible for defending the left side of the city wall spoke up.

“Lord Beoro, I…I saw Lord Weller insert the arrow into his left arm himself.

The arrow originally hit one of his personal guards, whose body is still on the city wall, and we can compare the marks of the arrow."

"Weller, is what he said true?"

Upon hearing this, Beoro turned to ask Wheeler.

"I……"

"Oh, you disappoint me so much!"

Seeing that he was at a loss for words, Beoro shook his head and sighed, then spoke loudly,

"Weirr faked an injury and fled in battle for no reason. Someone, take him to the dungeon to await trial!"

"Lord Beoro, wise!"

"Long live Lord Beoro!"

Hearing Beoro's words, all the soldiers present smiled and cheered in unison.

Of course, Wheeler's face was livid and his eyes were moving around, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Then several soldiers came forward and escorted him to Gros's dungeon.

When he was locked up in a cell with better environment in the dungeon, he suddenly stopped several soldiers who were about to leave.

"Brothers, I just happened to have some money on me.

Even if I treated you to a drink.

Can you help me convey a few words to my brother? "

Wheeler's words immediately made the soldiers look at each other in confusion.

Although he is now imprisoned in the dungeon, he has accumulated prestige for a long time, and Lord Beoro has always trusted him very much.

After taking a look at Wheeler's purse, the soldiers took it after discussion.

In their opinion, it was just a few words, no big deal.

As night fell, there was singing and dancing in Glus' castle, and a lively celebration party was being held.

Ping Pong Pong!

Weller, who was sitting quietly in the dungeon cell, suddenly heard a noise and stood up from the cold ground.

After a while, more than a dozen unidentified people wearing black hooded robes came over, pushing a soldier guarding the dungeon.

pat!

Under the threat of a long sword at his neck, the soldier obediently opened the cell door for Wheeler.

Tear!

The leading black-clad man slit the guard's throat with a sword, then rushed to Weller and whispered, "Brother, has it really come to this?"

“Well, you also know how many people we have offended in order to make money over the years.

Although it seems that I was only detained temporarily this time, it shows that Lord Beoro's trust in me has decreased a lot.

Those enemies have naturally figured this out, and they are probably organizing their alliances with me now!"

Weller nodded, then began to explain himself.

"Then let's hurry up, there's a celebration party going on today, let's leave this city right away!"

“Hey, I didn’t call you here just to escape.

But I am preparing to do something big!"

Looking at his impatient brother, Weller smiled and teased.

When the moon rose to the center of the sky, the soldiers on duty at the west gate of Grosse suddenly saw several carriages slowly approaching them.

Hmm? What are these carriages for?

Send us the food and wine from the banquet hall?

Just as the soldiers on duty were daydreaming, they suddenly realized that something seemed a little wrong.

When they were still more than ten meters away from the west gate, the coachmen suddenly took out a dagger from their sleeves.

Then without saying a word, he thrust it into the thick ass of the horse pulling the cart.

咴儿~~
The horses pulling the carriage let out a mournful cry in pain and rushed towards the west gate in front of them like mad.

At this time, the coachmen jumped off the carriage and rolled on the ground several times to relieve the force.

If this were a movie, there would definitely be a perspective from inside the carriage.

Because the carriages of the galloping carriages now are filled with sealed oak barrels.

An oak barrel was laid horizontally near the door of the carriage, and a stream of green liquid as thick as a finger was constantly flowing to the ground as the horses ran.

Seeing this, Weller, who had been waiting in the shadows near the west gate, asked his brother to light an arrow wrapped in oilcloth.

Then, before he fired the rocket, he muttered, "Gerry said I was a coward. Humph, little did he know that I was only pursuing profit.

Now, let me see if you can bring me great benefits!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wheeler took the burning rocket and aimed it at the conspicuous green mark left on the ground after the carriage passed by.

Hey!
The green liquid would catch fire as soon as it came into contact with fire. A turquoise flame rose up like a venomous snake, chasing after the carriages that were about to arrive at the west gate.

Boom!

When the emerald fire snake followed the green traces on the ground to catch up with the carriage, a violent explosion occurred.

A emerald green mushroom cloud that shone like a star in the night rose at the west city gate, and the shock wave of the explosion spread rapidly in all directions with the carriage that was instantly blown to pieces as the center.

And those defenders who bore the brunt of the attack and had been holding out at the west gate were in a miserable state.

Their flesh and blood and most of their bones melted in the extremely hot green flames in a very short time.

This emerald green flame is naturally wildfire ointment.

Before that, Weller led his men to Lanark Island to collect wildfire ointment for the coalition forces of Lys and Volantis.

In his hand, even if it was a copper coin, he would keep half of it.

So these wildfire ointments were saved by Wheeler every time, and now they are ready to use.

The entire Gross was awakened by the violent explosion, including the Frey family army stationed outside the city.

At this moment, the thick gate of the west city gate, which had just withstood thousands of attacking civilians, was first blown to pieces and then burned to ashes by the green flames.

At this point, Glus lost the barrier advantage that he was so proud of!

It's ironic that today, thousands of people were unable to capture the city during the day.

But just because of an internal conflict, the gates of the sturdy Grus were wide open!
(End of this chapter)