Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Since leaving Mount Our Lady, the Dothraki have destroyed countless cities and ruined countless civilizations.

They used their inferior level of civilization to brutally destroy a more advanced civilization.

Although Viserys had entrusted Jon with the overall planning of war supplies long ago.

However, Pentos's population was still too large; these hundreds of thousands of people in the city consumed an unknown amount of food and fodder every day.

Fortunately, Pentos is a city near the sea, so the Dothraki cannot block their waters.

but...

The Braavos people can.

Some Braavos fleets have already appeared outside the bay of Pentos.

They took down their flags and openly disguised themselves as pirates, plundering merchant ships with no background that wanted to sail into Pentos.

now.

The night was dark.

Viserys was clad in bright armor, his long, silver-gold hair shimmering in the moonlight, hanging down over his cold armor.

He was standing in the palace's training ground, adjusting his armor, while his mind was still deep in thought.

Stockpiling supplies and implementing a scorched-earth policy.

Jon Snow has done everything he can, yet the Dothraki still have ample supplies.

With the power to summon five Dothraki horse kings and supply such a massive army, it's easy to see who's behind the Dothraki.

Of course, this doesn't mean the Dothraki were the dogs of Braavos, but they did manage to bring these people together and make them fight against Viserys.

"Bravos".

Viserys took a deep breath, clenched his fist slightly, the steel gauntlet reflecting the moonlight, and his knuckles cracking.

By secretly sabotaging and assassinating Viserys, a deep-seated grudge had already formed between him and Braavos. Once he had the chance, he would make those arrogant Braavos pay for their crimes in blood.

And at this time.

"Ho-"

Under the dim moonlight.

A gigantic figure descended from the sky, letting out a deep roar.

While resting outside Pentos, Bellerion received a summons from Viserys and flew to the city, landing in the palace's spacious training grounds.

Jon Clinton is currently working through the night to strengthen defenses on the city walls, preventing the Dothraki from launching a surprise attack under cover of darkness.

As per the strategy agreed upon during the day, everyone else was to hold the city and use the city walls to their advantage to block the enemy's attack.

However, Viserys and Jon Snow both knew that simply holding out would not defeat the Dothraki.

Furthermore, if the siege lasts too long, the 10,000 Andal soldiers in Bess of Heroes' Fortress on the other side may be in danger, which is something Viserys absolutely cannot accept.

Even knowing that the other side is planning to besiege the point and then attack the reinforcements, they still can't help but fall into the trap.

and so.

The best solution is to seize the opportunity at Pantos to crush the main force of the Dothraki and stabilize the outcome of the battle.

In this way, the siege of Heroes' Castle will naturally be lifted.

This time he was fully prepared, and a large net was gradually being spread out. He wanted to swallow all 50,000 Slarks in one gulp.

Then.

Viserys climbed onto Bellerion's back, and the black dragon roared, its legs suddenly exerting force as it spread its wings and soared into the sky.

call--

Under the dim moonlight.

Bellerion's massive figure quickly disappeared above the clouds.

Chapter 258 Facing Death with Unwavering Spirit

Two days later, in the afternoon.

The gates of Pentos were already crowded with people, mostly refugees driven there by the Dothraki.

Their homes were destroyed and their wealth plundered. Forced to flee their homes, they were driven by the Dothraki like pigs fleeing in panic toward Pentos.

Many of the slower runners fell to the Dothraki's arrows and scimitars, then burst into laughter, speaking in the obscure Dothraki language.

"Qora mae!"

He then spurred his horse forward, pulled a woman out from among the refugees, dragged her directly onto the horse's back, slapped the horse's rump, and rode away.

"Hey…"

"you…"

The woman's husband appeared to be an honest farmer, and seemed to want to win back his wife.

However, before he could even charge forward, two other Dothraki slit his throat with scimitars.

puff--

Fresh blood spurted out.

The husband clutched his throat and watched helplessly as his wife was taken away, then collapsed in a pool of blood.

Such minor incidents continue to occur on this land.

These roaring warriors seemed to be engaged in a killing game, and the Dothraki were not moving very fast either.

He could leisurely stroll behind on horseback and drive hundreds of unarmed refugees to flee towards Pentos.

Every now and then, he would urge them to rush out and kill a few slow-moving 'sheepmen', or draw his bow and arrow and use people who were supporting each other with their families as live targets, but these people did not even have the courage to fight back.

The Dothraki army has now arrived, and a large number of people from towns near Pentos have been driven here.

This was one of the Dothraki's tactics: if Pentos refused to accept these refugees, he would lose morale, but if he accepted them, he would have to deplete his own food reserves.

However, the Dothraki army was already not far away, and the desolate and melodious sound of horns could be heard from afar.

But Viserys withstood the pressure and opened the city gates wide, letting these poor refugees escape into the city of Pentos.

The Dothraki, who had driven the refugees there, reined in their warhorses not far from the city gate.

He laughed loudly at the dense crowd of refugees thronging the city gate and taunted the Targaryen soldiers on the city walls.

He jumped off his horse and urinated on the city wall, letting them watch helplessly as he drew his bow and shot down the refugees fleeing towards the city gate.

The Targaryen soldiers on the walls of Pentos, including former mercenaries of the Windrush, clenched their fists at the sight.

"Damn it! These bastards!"

"I'm going to kill them!"

Will, from the woodlands, gripped his longsword tightly. Looking at the scene before him, he felt his blood rush to his head, wishing he could rush down and kill all these damned bastards right now.

However, at this moment...

Rumbling--

The side gate next to the main gate of Pentos was wide open, and a squad of fully armed Targaryen knights rushed out.

The Dothraki, who had driven the refugees there, were completely unprepared and suddenly found themselves face-to-face with the Targaryen cavalry.

Perhaps they didn't expect that these tin cans hiding in the stone houses would dare to rush out at this time.

Keep in mind that the Dothraki army is right behind them, and they are now not far from Pentos.

"Shori tawakof!"

The Dothraki who were driving away the refugees cried out in alarm, which in Dothraki means "people in iron clothes".

Although they were caught off guard, they were not afraid at all.

Instead of running away, he drew his Arak scimitar from his waist and charged forward, howling loudly.

Rumbling--

In an instant.

The two cavalrymen clashed violently, producing a deafening roar as metal struck metal, flesh was crushed together, and shrill screams filled the air.

"Kill all these scum!"

Wearing gleaming armor and a helmet, and wielding a longsword, Jon Clinton led the Targaryen knights into the enemy ranks, slaying several Dothraki in succession.

Ding ding ding—

The sounds of metal clashing violently were mixed together, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Although the Dothraki were skilled horsemen, they still suffered greatly in head-on cavalry clashes, since speed was the primary objective of cavalry warfare.

The Targaryen knights charged in menacingly, while the Dothraki Roaring Warriors remained rooted to the spot, only drawing their swords to meet them when they saw someone charging out.

However, it immediately fell behind in terms of speed and impact.

Furthermore, the Dothraki did not have an advantage in weaponry; their scimitars could hardly pierce the plate armor worn by the Targaryen soldiers, and sometimes they would only leave a white mark when they did.

He was then cut down by a Targaryen soldier wielding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, and instantly trampled into a bloody pulp by the chaotic hooves of horses.

Herod—

The warhorse neighed.

“Nakhi!”

"Os!"

The two sides have just engaged in battle.

Shouts of 'Stop!' and 'Retreat!' immediately rang out from within the Dothraki ranks.

The Dothraki, though reckless, were not fools; these tin cans were indeed difficult to deal with.

However, not everyone in the Targaryen army was qualified to wear such iron cans.

This time, the Dothraki were relatively disciplined. Accompanied by shouts of retreat, they then retreated like a tide towards the main force of the distant army.