Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 133: The Expedition Begins!

"Who will win!"

Viserys, the prince on a white horse, has long been a beloved figure.

Upon hearing the familiar slogan again, the soldiers and players responded in unison with a roar: "It belongs to us!"

"To whom does Essos belong!"

Viserys drew his longsword and pointed it at the sky.

"It belongs to us!"

Soldiers and players jabbed their gun barrels into the ground, clashed their swords against shields, and roared in unison.

"To whom does the world belong?"

Wei Sai asked again.

"It belongs to us!"

"All troops, march forth! Conquer the lands of these three states!"

"Waaah~"

As the bugle sounded, the entire army of 44,000 marched toward the city-state of Myr.

At the very back of the line, Visser turned back and waved to Dani, who was standing still watching the army depart.

Well, it's no different from setting a flag like "I'll come back and marry you after the war is over."

Meanwhile, the armies that had gathered in the city-state of Myr were also assembling. With the support of funds from Tychu and the Golden Legion, the leaders of the Three Cities Alliance were also full of confidence, believing that they could eliminate their greatest threat, Viserys, in one battle.

Also standing at the back of the group, Tetsu's gaze was filled with longing as he looked towards Braavos, or more precisely, towards the Iron Bank.

Now, with the Iron Treasury's high-ranking officials either dead or in hiding, and having been in Mil these past few days handling all the communications with the three city-states himself, Taichu has already made his presence felt enough.

After conquering Braavos and reclaiming the Iron Throne, I suppose no one would dare to object to me becoming the master of the throne.

"We hope that after we win this war, we will receive what we deserve."

Harry Strickland, who calls himself "homeless," is the current leader of the Golden Company and an exiled knight from the Strickland family.

The obese man with a large, round head spurred his horse to Taichu's side and spoke in a threatening tone.

"Of course, I will take ten percent of the funds from the Iron Treasury and give them to you."

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Taichu looked at this fat man who didn't look like a warrior at all, his facial muscles twitching as he spoke.

In fact, Harry wasn't a warrior at all. His great-grandfather lost his family lands because he supported Damon Blackfyre's rebellion, so Harry's grandfather and the next three generations were all born in foreign lands.

Harry was raised in the Golden Company, and he often boasted that his family had been loyal to the Golden Company for four generations in order to win the favor and respect of his subordinates.

But in reality, before becoming the captain, he was just the treasurer of the Golden Company and had never actually fought the enemy. He often complained about getting blisters on his feet when marching.

Therefore, it's questionable whether such a guy truly respects his subordinates or whether his soldiers have any affection for him.

"Well, that's for the best. Your Iron Treasury always says that you can't delay payments, but let me tell you now, the Gold Group can't delay payments either. What you paid earlier can only be considered a deposit."

Harry Strickland nodded, his expression revealing nothing of his mood. In any case, as a captain, Harry could generally maintain a composed demeanor in front of outsiders.

For example, Tycho, who transformed into a passionate speaker at the Tri-Cities Alliance meeting, was hesitant to directly confront Harry.

Tap tap tap~

A fast horse carrying a thin, hooded man came to a stop in front of Harry.

The newcomer removed his hood, revealing a beautiful face that anyone would mistake for a woman at first glance.

Lansono Mar, a Reissian, a true man, and also the intelligence officer of the group.

Lansono has lilac eyes and platinum blonde hair. His lips would make prostitutes jealous. His purple fingernails and the pearls and amethysts adorning his earlobes make people either think he is a woman or question his sexual orientation.

"The Beggar King's army has already set out from Braavos, numbering between forty and fifty thousand."

After reporting the intelligence to Harry, Lansono turned his horse around and left.

Harry's expression changed noticeably after receiving the intelligence. He was able to intimidate Techo by relying on his 10,000 warriors, 500 knights in armored cavalry, and war elephants.

But in the end, Harry, who has never actually fought a war and has always relied on overwhelming his opponents with absolute strength, is a coward at heart.

Harry had assumed that the Beggar King would at most raise an army of ten or twenty thousand men, and in his simple mind, he didn't believe that the nobles of Pentos and Braavos would support Viserys.

But now his intelligence officer tells him that Viserys is leading his army of 50,000 men toward them.

Harry began to have second thoughts.

Ever since the Golden Company lost contact with that fat bastard Illyrio... well, that guy, Harry has discussed what to do with his men more than once.

Initially, he cooperated with Illyrio, who promised to take him home and his men home. Many of the members of the Golden Company were exiles and fugitives from Westeros.

Nobody wants to go home.

But now that Illyrio is dead, Harry has repeatedly shown his panic and incompetence in front of his subordinates, which has caused his prestige to decline in their eyes.

After Harry, who had lost his way, signed a contract with Tychu, a remnant of the Iron Vault, and stood on the opposite side of the Targaryens, many of his brothers in the group thought he had gone mad.

In their view, some contracts are signed with ink, but others are paved with blood.

They completely forgot how Viserys had been mocked when he offered to help him conquer the Seven Kingdoms, and instead declared righteously, "Black or red, a dragon is a dragon!"

Harry knew they were just desperate to go home, and seeing the Targaryens growing powerful in Essos, they were eager to get close to them.

Harry also wanted to go home, but he considered himself very smart. Unlike his foolish brothers in the group, he planned to defeat Viserys a few times on the battlefield, and then negotiate with him to break off his contract with Tycho and join the Targaryen side.

After all, the Golden Company has been fighting against the Targaryens for a hundred years.

By doing so, Viserys would value the Golden Company, and one day when the Targaryens sit on the Iron Throne again, Harry could not only return home, but perhaps also receive a fiefdom even larger and richer than when his grandfather was alive.

"Damn it, how does he have so many troops supporting him!"

But now, Harry thought his little plan might have failed, even though the two sides were even even even outnumbered, and his own army was even slightly larger than Visser's.

But the fact that over a hundred slaves had fled as soon as they set off made Harry very unconfident. He feared that his Golden Company would eventually be at a disadvantage and surrender to Viserys, at which point he might not be so important.