Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day

Chapter 195 Return to Dragonstone

The characteristic of the Dornish people is that they are not afraid of death. When they charge, ordinary soldiers cannot stop them.

Cole refused to retreat, and gradually became red-eyed.

 “Bastard of Dorne!”

Col comes from Blackport, and his father is the steward of Lord Dondarrion in Blackport.

Participated in the encounter against the Dornish invasion.

 Inherently hostile to the Dornish people.

However, the king's soldiers were not satisfactory and were no match for the Dornish soldiers.

As more and more of their companions fell, the Dornishmen gradually gained the upper hand.

 “Hiss…”

 “What idiot can’t read a single Chinese character?”

 “Phew! The battle is over.”

  Cole defeated the enemy with one sword, and ordered the pursuit without hesitation.

 “Warriors, pursue!”

Rhaenys looked ugly and said solemnly: "Cousin, you are late!"

Most of the Dornish people fled towards the sea, trying to escape in small boats.

 Surrounded by more than a dozen soldiers, a middle-aged man with curly black hair, a bloated body, and dressed in fine clothes walked out.

noon.

 When the enemy and we are fighting together, dragon flames will cause unnecessary casualties.

Rhaegar looked him up and down, then looked at Lanino vaguely.

 A small boat pulled up to the beach.

The Bolos in front of him is his only son.

 “Dragon Flame!”

 “Glutton, land!”

 While wailing, everyone died.

  Cole leads his troops to catch up, and they will fall into a melee again.

 The Dornishmen retreated just as they wished.

The middle-aged man had a big belly and said in a loud voice: "Cousin, my father and I received the news, but we came to support all the time."

 The Glutton burned the retreating Dornishmen clean with a sip of dragon flame.

Until this time, the fleet from Storm's End was belatedly arriving.

 The glutton flapped his wings and landed on the ground, trampling several people to death with his feet, raising his head and roaring.

Lanino used the sea smoke to patrol the sea area to prevent sneak attacks from the Three Women Kingdom.

Rhaegar frowned.

Lannino said calmly: "He is Boros Baratheon, the eldest son and heir of Duke Beaumonde."

The sea snake was injured and rested on Bloodstone Island. Weimond led the soldiers to clean up the battlefield.

Glutton follows closely behind, and the green dragon flames divide the battlefield.

Seeing the dragon coming, the Dornish people knew they had no chance of winning and retreated in panic.

Cole raised his head after hearing this and looked at Rhaegar in a daze, his white robe soaked in blood.

Rhaenys came to greet him in her husband's stead.

Rhaegar gave the order, and the glutton erupted with dragon flames, covering the Dornish people.

 But his descendants were really embarrassed.

The soldiers stopped their pursuit and surrounded and suppressed the Dornishmen who had no time to escape.

Rhaegar, Lannino, and Tyran followed.

Seeing this scene, Cole took off his helmet, his handsome face full of exhaustion.

 “Withdraw! Withdraw quickly!”

Rhaegar thought for a moment and gave the order.

The scarlet dragon shadow came, and the dragon's flames swept across the beach, burning the Dornish people to ashes.

 Beaumond Baratheon was a heroic and heroic man whose life was full of extraordinary experiences.

 Sixteen warships and two thousand soldiers passed through the sea battlefield burning with green dragon flames and anchored on the coastline of Bloodstone Island.

 …

Rhaegar frowned slightly and scolded: "Kole, back off immediately!"

 A man who is aggressive and moody by nature, and relies on the help of a bachelor to even read letters.

Rhaenys did not give Bolos any face, and stepped forward to question: "The raven sent a message last night, you should have arrived this morning."

Had it not been for the delay in support from Storm's End, his husband would not have been in a bitter battle.

"Cousin, I came to the war with good intentions, you shouldn't yell at me!" Bolos' face turned red and he yelled at the top of his lungs.

“Boros, if you delay the battle, aren’t you afraid of losing the reputation of the Baratheon family!?”

Rhaenys did not tolerate him. She overcame the guards and grabbed Boros by the collar.

Boros's face changed, and he glared at Rhaenys angrily, not daring to speak out any more wild words.

Rhaenys stared at him coldly, sniffed closer, and felt a smell of alcohol coming to her face.

 Suddenly, she knew what was going on.

“Bolos, how dare you get drunk on the march!”

Rhaenys’s face was as frosty as she cursed angrily.

 No wonder the Storm's End fleet took so long to arrive.

　　　Bolos must have been drunk and delayed his trip on the road.

Seeing what happened, Bolos became angry and argued: "I just had a few drinks, it doesn't matter at all."

 “Shut your drunken mouth!”

Rhaenys scolded, with a disappointed look in her eyes: "Stay with the fleet, take the guards back to Storm's End, and I will send a raven to tell your father about this!"

 Her mother was of House Baratheon.

Boros's father, Beaumond, was her biological uncle.

Even Rhaenys’s hair color is mostly black, mixed with strands of silver hair.

 I really didn’t expect it.

 At the time of the war, her cousin Bolos was in such a bad state.

 After saying that, he ignored Bolos's excuse and turned around and walked back.

The sea snake was injured before, and was hit by an arrow again today, and has fallen into a coma.

 As a wife, Rhaenys had to take care of her.

Walking on the road, Rhaenys asked Rhaegar: "When will support from the Riverlands arrive?"

 “As soon as tomorrow night.”

 Considering the distance from Blackwater Bay to the Stepstone Islands, Rhaegar told the truth.

“The fleets from Velaryon, Celtigar, White Harbor, and Stormlands have been gathered, and support from other places must also be stepped up.”

Rhaenys sighed and said thankfully: "Fortunately, the fleets of the Three Women's Kingdom and Dorne were completely wiped out this time, so we can breathe a sigh of relief."

More than 80 warships were burned, and nearly 10,000 soldiers were killed in the dragon flames.

 The Three Women's Kingdom and the Dorne Alliance have been severely weakened and will not invade the Stepstone Islands in the short term.

Tai Lan hurriedly spoke: "Ten of our ships were destroyed, more were damaged, and food and fresh water resources were not enough."

“If the ship breaks down, call the shipwright to repair it; if the supplies are gone, send someone to rush for them.”

Rhaenys was distraught and did not want to hear about the damage.

In the past few days, they have been guarding Bloodstone Island, patrolling and fighting day and night, and the army is exhausted from top to bottom.

 “I’ll go!”

Rhaegar took the call and said: "The Three Women's Kingdom will not attack again for the time being. Lannino patrols Bloodstone Island, and I ride Glutton to Chaotou Island to transport supplies."

Chaotou Island guards the throat and is the gateway to Blackwater Bay and the Narrow Sea.

The Shijie Islands War broke out, and Chaotou Island had many ports, so it naturally became a material transfer station.

 Junlin dispatched the supplies to Chaotou Island, and then transported them from Chaotou Island to the Shijie Islands.

Rhaenys thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's fine, you will **** the transport ship then."

 She has to sit on Bloodstone Island and cannot leave.

 Lega and Gluttony travel to and from Chaotou Island the fastest.

Moreover, a giant dragon escorting a transport ship can save a lot of manpower and material resources and transport more supplies.

 “I’ll leave now to prevent a long night and many dreams.”

 After accepting the mission, Rhaegar didn’t stay long.

 Bloodstone Island is littered with corpses and crabs that smell the smell of blood.

 It is enough for Tailan to handle the transportation of the wounded and repair of the fortifications.

His stay on the island will be of little use.

The gluttons lie on the beach, spreading their dragon's snout to eat the charred corpses.

　　Seeing Rhaegar approaching, he vomited out half of the body in disgust and punched his nose.

 “Gone, man!”

Rhaegar climbed onto the dragon's back and sat on the saddle.

 “Hiss…”

The glutton neighed, flapped its wings and soared into the air, returning to the throat along the narrow sea.

 (End of this chapter)