Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

In the wars of this era, there are a few ironclad rules that can be followed: the side with more people generally wins the war.

In preparation for this storm of war, lords in various regions used coercion and enticement to capture able-bodied men.

They captured almost all the men in each territory, ranging from sixty years old to fourteen or fifteen years old.

Those who were strong and able-bodied could take up arms and join the army, while those who were weak could work in the rear to manufacture bows and arrows, crossbows, transport supplies, and so on.

They didn't even spare the women; they cooked for the soldiers on the front lines and treated their wounds.

On the other side, the battlefield fell silent for a second, as if a stone was pressing on everyone's hearts.

"Everyone, heed my command!"

At that moment, Mithril, a general in the Targaryen army, wearing golden armor and with his crimson cloak billowing, drew his longsword and roared.

"Prepare to attack!"

woo-

In an instant, the sound of horns that made people's blood boil rang out, and countless war drums shook the heavens and the earth, accompanied by thunderous roars.

Kill them all!

Chapter 523 The Final Storm

The sky was still somewhat gray in the early morning, and a light drizzle was still falling on the battlefield where the two armies were facing off.

Ugh~

A melodious bugle call suddenly rang out from the Targaryen army, quickly resounding throughout the entire land.

As the commander-in-chief, Misz Thoyn had great confidence in his soldiers, so he directly issued the order for a full-scale attack.

Under his command, the seemingly endless Targaryen army finally began to move. The neatly arranged formation, which had been as immovable as a stone, was now transformed into flowing water, surging towards the Stormlands army located on the southern slope of Bronze Gate, like the rising tide of the sea.

"Spearmen are on the outer perimeter!"

"Shield Wall, prepare!"

Meanwhile, Stannis, also on horseback, stood on a high place, surrounded by guards, overlooking the entire battlefield.

He saw the Targaryen army launch an attack, his blue eyes remained calm, his expression unchanged, his back straight, as he calmly relayed the orders.

"Go, get the catapults ready."

"Tell the ballistae positions to be on high alert and watch out for Viserys' dragon."

"Yes, my lord!"

Upon hearing Stannis's order, the messenger immediately pulled on the reins, turned his horse around, and spurred it on towards the distant catapult positions.

The Stormlands army pooled all its resources to create many weapons of war, most of which were giant crossbows that could pose a threat to dragons.

Another type of weapon was the catapult. This weapon posed a great threat to the city walls, but it could also be a great deterrent to the soldiers.

The destructive power is secondary; the sheer force of the overwhelming boulders crashing down is far more unparalleled.

"Catapults, prepare!"

"Catapults, prepare!"

The officers of the Stormlands army roared loudly upon receiving Lord Stannis's order.

Thump thump...

One by one, the soldiers pushed the boulders onto the catapult's launching platform, tied them with ropes, and then poured oil over them with a whoosh. Immediately afterward, a soldier holding a torch lit the oil-soaked boulders.

Squeak—

The soldiers at the bottom level vigorously twisted the ropes of the catapult, the winch made a sound, and the huge catapult started running, and the burning boulders were suddenly hurled out.

Boom boom boom—

The massive boulders streaked across the sky like falling meteors, trailing billowing black smoke before crashing down.

A series of agonizing screams erupted from the Targaryen army as their ranks were ripped apart by the catapults, their formation momentarily crumbling.

"kill!"

However, more soldiers clad in golden armor did not retreat but instead surged forward during this gap.

"Archers, prepare!"

"Archers!"

"Archers! Attention!"

The Stormlands army was in chaos and disarray; their command system remained inefficient and primitive.

The knights ran and shouted as they searched for their family's soldiers. Soon, rows of soldiers with bows and arrows on their backs stepped forward and took them off their bows.

"Nock the arrow!"

All the archers drew arrows from their quivers and nocked them on their bows.

"Draw your bow!"

Then he drew back the bowstring with the arrow, raised his arm slightly, and pointed diagonally at the sky ahead.

"put!"

Then, with a command, a dense rain of arrows shot out, flew into the air, and then fell down with the pattering raindrops, covering the sky and the earth.

Puff puff--

Arrows rained down on the attacking Targaryen army, killing countless soldiers, some of whom were embedded in the ground.

"Raise your shields!"

"Raise your shields!"

bang bang bang-

The Targaryen soldier, clad in golden armor, raised his shield high above his head. A barrage of arrows followed, making a series of thuds that sent a slight tingling sensation through his arm.

However, the soldiers wiped the rain from their faces and, holding their shields high, continued their march towards the storm-covered army.

Catapults and arrows alone could not stop the Targaryen army's advance.

...

"It's your turn, Bellerion."

Viserys, riding his warhorse on the hilltop, held the reins in one hand, calmly surveying the entire battlefield. Then, he tilted his head slightly and spoke in a calm voice.

"Ho-"

A huge, ferocious dragon head appeared beside him at some point, with a pair of scarlet eyes and a low roar coming from its mouth, as if responding to its companion.

boom--

Then Bellerion crawled two more steps forward, the ground trembled slightly, and Viserys's warhorse fidgeted restlessly.

If it hadn't been Viserys's personal warhorse, which had seen dragons many times before, it would have been terrified at such close range.

"They have many giant crossbows, so be careful."

Viserys then spoke again, the breeze at the mountaintop ruffling his hair.

"Roar--"

Bellerion roared once more, responding to Viserys's instructions as if venting his pent-up frustration. Then the dragon took a few steps forward, flapped its wings, and soared into the sky.

...

In the distance, the Targaryen army and the Stormlands army had already begun close combat.

"kill!"

The two sides erupted in deafening shouts of battle. People were packed together, raising their swords and slashing at each other's heads. Then came the sounds of swords piercing flesh and armor scraping against each other.

Puff puff--

Screams echoed throughout the room.

"Kill them all! Take back our homeland!"

The commander of the Golden Company, Mithril Toyn, rode a tall horse, wearing gleaming gold armor and sporting a slick, white beard. He looked at the battle before him and roared angrily, inspiring his soldiers to fight.

"go home!"

"go home!"

"go home!"

A thunderous roar erupted from the Golden Legion, and with each roar, the morale of the entire army rose sharply.

"kill!"

This morale then translated into pressure on the Stormfield army lines, and some even began to show signs of retreat.

Most of the soldiers and officers in the Golden Company were Westeros who had been forced into exile on Essos after participating in the Blackfyre Rebellion. Because of that rebellion, they had been forced to leave their homeland and for generations they had been unable to return.

However, they were fortunate to encounter a wise ruler, Viserys, who issued a decree pardoning the Golden Company and allowing them to return home, thus winning the loyalty of all the Golden Company soldiers.

"withstand!"

"Hold on, everyone!"

"No retreating!"

"Think of your families!"

"What will happen to them if they are defeated!"

Seeing that the battle lines were gradually retreating and the Stormlands army was being defeated one after another, the nobles in the rear could no longer sit still.

Stannis personally went to the front to supervise the battle, leading his team to kill many deserters before stabilizing the situation and regaining their footing, since the Stormlands army still had the numerical advantage.

However, just as Stannis caught his breath, he suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly, and a rumbling sound came from afar.

Stannis looked up and saw enormous figures clad in golden armor, carrying soldiers and surrounded by countless cavalry, marching heavily toward the two flanks of the army.

Chapter 524 War Elephant