Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

They formed a long, winding snake, with cavalrymen on horseback patrolling on both sides of the column, shouting something loudly.

Meanwhile, the slow, heavy supply wagons followed at the rear of the main army, protected by the army's central defenses.

In front.

We're not far from Pentos.

The Dothraki had received news of the defeat on the other side several days earlier.

Without hesitation, Mosokao led the remaining 50,000 Dothraki warriors in a retreat towards Myr.

Surprisingly, the other two, Giacomo and Bonokão, did not object.

More than 50,000 Slarks were fighting in the open field against a regular army of 20,000 Targaries, so there should have been no need for them to retreat.

However, the Dothraki have a natural fear of dragons, and the presence of dragons would frighten their warhorses into submission.

Therefore, the Dothraki felt that there was no chance of winning this battle, so they fled very cleanly and efficiently.

For the people in Pentos who had been besieged for a month and a half, they were all taken aback when they saw the Dothraki outside the city dismantling their tents in preparation for retreat.

"Could the Dothraki be trying to lure us into a trap?"

Jon Clinton personally donned armor and climbed to the top of the city wall to observe the situation.

"Or... has there been some change in the battle situation on His Majesty's side?"

Chapter 277 Trap

It must be said that Jon Snow has a pretty good overall perspective.

Seeing the Dothraki retreat, it was easy to guess that something had happened on another battlefield.

Otherwise, these Dothraki who had come all this way in such a grand manner would certainly not be willing to flee in such a sorry state.

of course.

This also does not rule out the possibility that the Dothraki were luring them into a trap and setting it beforehand.

If the garrison in Pentos dared to pursue them, they would be slaughtered without exception, and the city would be captured in the process.

If you only look at how leisurely the Dothraki are retreating from the outside, it does seem a bit like a charade.

Although Jon Clinton was not very old, he was a veteran commander with rich experience, and he certainly wouldn't willingly fall for such a trick.

Moreover, what kind of troops did the others bring to fight the Dothraki in the field? The Unsullied, even if they were not the best, were still elite troops.

And what army was left for him in Pentos? A group of mercenaries and a poor, inept garrison.

Even if Jon Clinton had the guts to chase after him, these soldiers probably wouldn't have the courage to follow him out of the city.

Therefore, the city of Pentos decisively chose to remain inactive.

But outside the city.

Among the scattered retreating Dothraki, the gray-haired Mosokaole sat quietly on his warhorse, holding the reins, gazing at the towering walls of Pentos, showing no sign of wanting to pursue them.

She let out a soft sigh.

He was also unwilling to accept defeat.

However, this was their only chance to capture the city, but the city's defenders did not fall for the trick, and Mosocao had no way to do anything about it.

He couldn't force Jon to chase after him and fall into his trap. War itself is a process of deception and treachery; if you can't fool someone, you have to make the charade real.

After all, the dragon-riding Khal and his Khaleesi, along with 20,000 troops, were already on their way and had cut off their retreat route. The Dothraki now had no choice but to break out towards Myr.

Turn around and fight back?

But the idea only flashed through Mosocao's mind for a second.

He then recalled the colossal creature that had flown overhead that day, the pillar of fire crashing down upon the earth, and the countless cries of agony emanating from his people amidst the flames...

"Never mind."

Mosoka quickly shook his graying head, banishing the terrible thought from his mind.

"Let's retreat."

Then old Kao sighed, turned his horse around, and squeezed its belly with his legs.

tao tao…

The warhorse galloped off into the distance.

The Dothraki came and went quickly, after all, they were a people who lived on horseback.

Moreover, the camp they set up was very rudimentary. They dismantled the things they could carry away, and simply left the rest behind, intending to rob others later.

Then, around dusk.

The Dothraki then disappeared outside the city of Pentos.

"It seems the Dothraki have really retreated."

The ragged prince, who had been hiding in the newly renovated prince's palace for days, finally came out.

For a while, Prince Ragnarok kept a very low profile, rarely leaving his residence. As the prince of Pentos, he seemed unaware that the Dothraki had already besieged the city.

They are not even as good as the former nominal princes, who would at least climb the city walls to give a perfunctory boost to morale when the city was in trouble.

However, the ragged prince did not actually have any morale-boosting effect, since everyone already knew about his current situation.

Regardless of whether he was sidelined or not, he actually didn't have any real power, especially since he had to seize the title of prince by force.

Those mercenaries also committed many crimes on the bloody night, and not only the governor's family, but also many ordinary families were attacked.

Ordinary civilians couldn't distinguish between other mercenaries and the Wind Blowing Gang, so they all pinned the blame on this mercenary leader...

And now.

Prince Rags also received news of the Dothraki's retreat and, for some reason, suddenly appeared.

He even went up to the city wall to watch, his expression somewhat complicated as he gazed at the departing Dothraki.

"Your Highness... doesn't seem to be very happy?"

Standing to the side, Jon Clinton, clad in armor, rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, his face revealing an undisguised look of suspicion.

Upon hearing the words of the de facto ruler of Pentos, the gray-haired old man's expression changed slightly, and he quickly shook his head.

"Do not."

"I am glad that the Dothraki have retreated, but it is a pity that the old man did not personally lead the charge to repel these invaders."

"Is that so?"

When Jon Clinton heard the Prince of Raggedy's explanation, he frowned slightly but didn't say anything more.

In fact, as long as Prince Ragnarok doesn't do something stupid, Viserys definitely won't take action against him.

Jon Snow had worked with the king for some time and had come to understand his temperament.

Rewards and punishments are clearly defined; those who make contributions are rewarded, and those who make mistakes are punished.

Since he had promised Prince Ragnarok that he would make him the Prince of Pentos, Viserys would not easily go back on his word.

They certainly wouldn't use the ragged prince as a sacrifice to appease the gods just because they lost a battle or because of some natural or man-made disaster, such as floods, earthquakes, or crop failures.

Time flew by quickly.

Two more days have passed.

The Dothraki retreated, and reinforcements finally arrived.

For the past few days, Pentos has kept its city gates tightly shut, fearing that the Dothraki might suddenly turn back and attack if they haven't gone far.

Two days later.

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The mournful sound of a bugle broke the silence of the city.

"what happened?"

"Have the Dothraki returned?"

The city of Pentos contained many refugees whose homes had been destroyed by the Dothraki, who were driven to the city walls.

Jon Snow then personally led the cavalry out, repelled the Dothraki, and sheltered the refugees in the city.

May the gods protect us!

The bugle call outside the city awakened the fear in the hearts of these poor refugees, who huddled in a corner by the city wall, trembling with fear, clutching their relief food.

The soldiers on the city walls, however, saw a scene completely different from what the refugees had imagined.

A deafening cheer erupted from the walls of Pentos, and the soldiers excitedly embraced each other and laughed heartily.

"We've won!"

"We have defeated the Dothraki!"

Because they saw a flying figure on the distant horizon.

Their king possessed three dragons.

This was something that no other city-state in the world possessed, and the soldiers of Pentos even took pride in it.

The first travelers and merchants to Pentos all hoped to see the legendary dragon.

However, the dragons are difficult for them to see.

After all, Bellerion rarely lingered in Pentos; it felt too constrained there. The forests and the sea outside the city were its true paradise.

However, the guards at the gates of Pentos could boast to these inquiring travelers with pride on their faces, as if Viserys were some kind of relative of their own.

A giant dragon soared through the sky on the distant horizon, letting out a roar.

Meanwhile, the Targaryen army, stretching as far as the eye could see on the horizon, gradually came into view.

Chapter 278 Reinforcements Enter the City

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