Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Send out the cavalry."

"Yes, my lord!"

Then he finally played another card, sending Stormlands cavalry to launch a preemptive strike, entangle the Targaryen cavalry, and protect the center line from flank attacks.

Rumbling--

Cavalry units behind the Stormfield front began to move out.

They were dressed in various family armors, with colorful emblems and decorations printed on their chests. The thunderous sound of their hooves echoed as their heavy hooves pounded the muddy ground, splashing mud everywhere.

"kill!"

"Kill all these scum!"

"Drive them out of our homeland!"

The cavalry of Stormland had been eagerly anticipating their attack and were finally waiting for their chance to strike.

In fact, these cavalry knights were the true main force of the Stormlands army. They were composed of nobles and their private soldiers, and had undergone rigorous training. Their combat power was naturally not on the same level as that of the temporarily conscripted laborers.

Then, with the thunderous sound of iron hooves, a vast horde of Stormy Cavalry surged onto the battlefield, and the situation on the battlefield changed once again.

"kill!"

Ding ding—

The cavalry clashed, their longswords clashing and their armor scraping against each other. Every now and then, a knight would be pierced by a spear, letting out a scream as he fell from his horse.

bang——

Some warhorses suddenly collided, letting out painful neighs. The riders on their backs fell to the ground, then drew their daggers and writhed and rolled on the muddy ground, white blades going in and red blades coming out.

Finally, one of the Golden Legion's war elephants collapsed. This adult male gray elephant was clad in golden armor, but it was riddled with spears and covered in blood.

Behind it lay the corpses of Stormlands soldiers, a bloody path carved out of the ground, causing heavy losses to the Stormlands army.

"devil…"

Many soldiers stared at the enormous beast, watching helplessly as it trampled their comrades into a bloody pulp. Unable to contain their emotions, they threw down their weapons and fled.

However, the adult male gray elephant finally gave up. It let out a high-pitched wail, its two thick, pillar-like forelegs buckled, and it collapsed with a thud, crashing heavily to the ground.

"devil!"

"That monster is dead!"

"That monster is dead!"

Seeing the war elephant collapse with a roar, the soldiers of Stormland couldn't help but breathe a heavy sigh of relief, and then cheered with joy.

However, the fall of one war elephant was not enough to change the course of the entire war. This fierce battle of Tongmen City lasted from dawn until dusk.

sunset.

The blood of soldiers from both sides stained the land red, and the sounds of war drums and horns continued unabated. Although Stannis was a seasoned commander, he was now at his wit's end. He had tried everything, but ultimately could not change the outcome of the war.

Ultimately, the Stormlands army could not withstand the Targaryen army's attack. Dragons soared in the sky, and war elephants roared on the ground. The battle line began to collapse at one point and then spread rapidly throughout the entire army in an irreversible manner.

"escape!"

"Run away!"

The Stormlands army began to collapse. Even Stannis personally led the battle to oversee the fighting and kill deserters, but he could not stop the soldiers from fleeing.

Some members of the supervisory team were even killed by deserters with a single sword strike, and the two sides immediately became extremely tense, with the supervisory team and the deserters fighting each other, and the situation completely spiraled out of control.

"Lord Stannis!"

"The war is over, retreat to Storm's End!"

The Onion Knight rode up to Stannis's side and spoke anxiously.

"I will not abandon my soldiers!"

Stannis's face was covered in blood; he had just killed several deserters, but he couldn't stop the battle from collapsing.

"You are the commander-in-chief, not some damn infantryman!"

In his anxiety, Davos couldn't help but swear, and then he gave a wink to the guards next to Stannis.

The guards immediately understood. They lifted Stannis and put him on his horse. Stannis offered a token resistance and shouted a few words, but was eventually put on his horse by the guards.

He sat astride his horse, turned his head to take one last look at the Stormlands soldiers being slaughtered indiscriminately, a look of resentment on his face, and finally spurred his horse on.

"go!"

He then fled the battlefield surrounded by his personal guards.

Chapter 526 Escape Back to Windbreak Fortress

King Viserys personally led the Golden Company in a decisive battle against the rebel leader Stannis and his Stormlands army at the Bronze Gate.

The battle raged from dawn till dusk. The Stormlands army put up a fierce resistance against the Targaryen army's attack and even briefly gained the upper hand, causing the Targaryen army a lot of trouble.

But the battle took a turn when the Golden Legion's renowned war elephants and dragons joined the fray, leaving the Stormlands army powerless against the rulers of the skies and the land.

In fact, their performance was already beyond what was expected, tenaciously protecting their homeland. Stannis's command ability was also outstanding, but in the end, they were powerless to turn the tide, and the soldiers' blood stained the earth red.

Ultimately, the Stormlands army suffered a crushing defeat at the Battle of Copper Gate, fleeing in disarray with corpses and supplies scattered everywhere, while also losing many Stormlands villages, towns, and castles along the way.

The Targaryen army, riding high on its victory, swept through the enemy lines, and Bronze Gate, Hayhall, Harvest Hall, and Felwood fell one after another.

Stannis felt a long-forgotten sense of powerlessness as he faced Viserys, a feeling he hadn't experienced since his first encounter with the White Walkers at the Wall.

At that time, Stannis felt a deep sense of powerlessness in the face of the endless, inexhaustible army of the dead. All his lifelong learning and rich experience on the battlefield were of little use.

And now Stannis feels the same way when facing Viserys.

If it were just dragons, that would be one thing, but he hadn't expected that Viserys also had a force of war elephants under his command, which the Westeros soldiers had never even seen before.

When these monsters from another continent first appeared on the battlefield, they put immense psychological pressure on all the warhorses and soldiers.

Countless soldiers were terrified, and their warhorses fled in fright.

And this battle only involved one of Viserys's dragons...

He also has a dragon ridden by Rhaegar's daughter torment Tywin in the Westerlands, another dragon guarding Pentos, and five baby dragons that haven't grown up yet.

Stannis, filled with this deep sense of powerlessness and resentment, fled back to his stronghold, Storm's End, under the protection of his personal guards.

...

"Open the gates!"

"Open the gates!"

Under the pitch-black night.

Tap tap...

A dozen or so warhorses galloped in, carrying knights in tattered armor and covered in dust. They approached the gates of Storm's End from afar, carrying the charred crowned stag banner and loudly knocking on the gates.

Meanwhile, the walls of Storm's End were brightly lit, and soldiers of House Baratheon were on guard.

The devastating news of the Battle of Bronze Gate City arrived a few days ago, plunging Windbreak Fortress into a state of despair. Everyone was filled with anxiety, wondering when their turn would come.

"stop!"

"who?"

However, the soldiers on the walls of Storm's End, hearing the knocking from below, roused themselves and shone their torches down, whereupon they saw a familiar face.

"The cavalry has returned!"

"The cavalry has returned!"

Ugh~

Then a deep horn sounded from the top of Storm's End, and the heavy city gates swung open to welcome the returning cavalry.

"Slow down here."

"Whoa—"

tata tao...

The sound of horses' hooves was chaotic as the remnants of Stormlands returned to Storm's End.

Help me down from my horse.

Stannis, who was also somewhat disheveled, then dismounted with the help of his guards.

His legs were blistered and bleeding, making it impossible for him to dismount on his own; even the slightest touch was excruciating. But Stannis remained unfazed, merely taking a deep breath and removing his gloves, which he then threw to the ground.

This escape was arduous, and Stannis narrowly escaped being spotted by flying dragons several times.

On one occasion, a burst of dragon flame engulfed him, burning two guards who couldn't react in time to ashes. He jumped off his horse ahead of time and disappeared into the grass, narrowly escaping death.

Fortunately, the terrain of the Stormlands is relatively complex. Although it doesn't have as many mountains as the Westerlands and the Vale, it still has mountains and dense forests.

Especially the forests, which are very lush due to the frequent rains. Stannis, under the protection of his guards, hid here and there, and finally escaped back to Storm's End with his life once again.

Meanwhile, horns sounded from the city walls, and although it was already late at night, the city of Windbreak Fortress was still bustling with activity.

With his white hair and slightly unsteady gait, the elderly scholar Clement walked over hurriedly, leaning on his cane.

"Stannis..."

Since Stannis and Renly turned against each other and Stannis killed Renly, Maester Cresson has looked much more haggard. In the past, the old man was full of energy despite his age, but now he needs to use a cane.

"Stannis, I heard about the battlefield. It's alright, it's nothing serious..."

"Life is a long journey, and you are still young. It's inevitable that you will make mistakes. One or two failures are nothing."

"Windbreak Fortress is protected by ancient magic and has never been breached by outsiders since ancient times. Although dragons are terrifying, their dragon flames cannot shake them."

The old scholar, his hair white, spoke with a trembling voice. When the devastating news of the Battle of Bronze Gate arrived, Scholar Clement felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

But he wasn't afraid of death. He had served the Baratheon family his whole life, following Duke Stephen Baratheon and watching these children grow up. For the first time, he truly felt that the Baratheon family was in danger of destruction, and that it was very likely to happen in this crisis.

Furthermore, House Baratheon cannot surrender and beg Viserys for forgiveness.

This is no different from suicide.

However, Maester Cresson did not express his inner sense of crisis. Instead, like a father, he comforted his child, saying that failing once or twice was no big deal.