Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

That night, just as darkness was falling.

A convoy carrying supplies was heading towards this magnificent pass along the main road of Prince's Pass.

They were flying the banner of the Manwudi family of Wangzhong City. The leader rode a warhorse, accompanied by a servant, while the rest of the caravan was escorted by twenty soldiers who carried a few dim torches.

"Open the door!"

The convoy then arrived at the gate behind the pass, where Dorne youth Cullen stood at the front and knocked on the door.

"stop!"

Who are you people?!

Torches were lit on the city walls, and the Dornish soldiers on duty saw the approaching caravan bearing the Manwood family's name, but they still had to ask about the caravan's identity as a matter of routine.

"Your turn, Lord Dickon..."

"Think carefully about what you should say."

Beneath the walls of Prince's Pass, the fierce-looking River Reach Knight standing beside the second son of the Prince's Tomb City lowered his voice and spoke in a low, threatening tone.

At that moment, out of the sight of the Dornish soldiers on the city wall, the Reach Knight had already pressed a dagger against Dickon Manwood's inner thigh, ready to stab him if he dared to utter a single word, and then spin him around.

Even if the King's army might be wiped out, Deacon Manwood was certain to die.

Deacon, however, was extremely protective of his life. Although he loved Dorne and his family, he valued his own life even more.

Sitting on horseback, the second son of Wangzuka felt the dagger pressed against his thigh, and could almost feel the sharp tip of the dagger piercing through his trousers and touching his flesh.

His throat bobbed slightly, and he felt a warmth in his lower body. He didn't want to say goodbye to his manhood, and he didn't want to die, so he could only speak tremblingly but trying to appear calm as he spoke to the city wall.

"It's...it's me."

"Are you blind? Don't you even recognize me?"

Dickon Manwood looked up from his horse. It was already dark. Torches were lit on the city walls, and the supply convoy below also lit a few torches, but the light was so dim that the soldiers on the city walls could hardly see them.

However, the soldiers guarding the back gate were very familiar with Dickon's voice. The Royal Tomb City was not far from the Prince's Pass. The Manwold family often passed through here, and during this period, the Manwold family had provided supplies to the guards at the pass several times, most of which were personally escorted by Lord Dickon.

"So it's Lord Dickon, I'm sorry."

The soldiers on the city wall heard Dickon Manwood's voice, then held up their torches and shone them down. They could barely make out that Dickon was indeed standing below the city wall, so they quickly waved to their colleagues below.

"Open the gates!"

Having confirmed his identity, the Dornish garrison had no further suspicions and immediately raised the bolts and pulled the hinges to open the city gate.

After all, they had not received any intelligence that any royal army soldiers had crossed the Crimson Mountains and circled around to the rear. The overall atmosphere was very relaxed, and they did not think that any problems would arise. Everything was under control.

Moreover, there are now more than two thousand Dornish soldiers stationed at Prince's Pass, and although there are four thousand royal soldiers besieging Prince's Pass at the other gate, there are only twenty men in front of us.

Even if these people were truly enemies, their attempt to seize the city was indeed outrageous; they would need to kill a hundred people each.

Do such people exist? Of course not.

Even if Ser Arthur Dayne, known as the Sword of the Dawn, were to rise from the dead, he could not possibly face a hundred enemies alone.

Therefore, the guards on the city wall, upon recognizing Dickon Manwood, were completely unsuspecting and opened the city gates to let these people into the city.

...

Franklin Fuller was somewhat uneasy.

Ever since the death of the only male heir of the Fowler family, his own nephew, in the Reach, he had been consumed by rage.

He personally led the raid on the Cenford family's castle, but unfortunately, he failed to capture Earl Cenford, who escaped. He only took his anger out on his wife and children.

However, once all these things were done and he saw Mrs. Cenford and the child's bodies lying in a pool of blood, Franklin Fuller came to his full senses, felt extremely remorseful, and even couldn't help but slap himself a few times.

Of course, he did not repent for harming women and children.

It was because he had crossed the kingdom's line. Franklin Fuller, the "Old Falcon," had personally seen Viserys and even exchanged a few words with him.

He believed that the young new king was a man who appeared gentle and refined on the surface, but was actually ruthless when he took action.

At that time, Franklin, as Earl of Sky and City, participated in a series of events in King's Landing, including the king's wedding, coronation, and subsequent public trial.

He was deeply terrified of the young king's methods. At the public trial, many once powerful nobles could not escape death, and some even made a spectacle of themselves. Some wept, some kowtowed and begged for mercy, but in the end, none could escape punishment.

Now that he has crossed the line of the kingdom's laws, he naturally can't help but think about the consequences of doing so.

Although Dorne and the Reach once had deep-seated conflicts, and border clashes between them were commonplace, the situation is different now...

The times have changed.

The dim candlelight flickered gently in the room. The old falcon, whose hair was turning gray, rubbed his eyes irritably. He was getting old and his body wasn't as good as it used to be. Just thinking about things for a while made his eyes feel sore and his temples throb.

He was sitting in his room in the Prince's Pass, with a handwritten letter on his desk. It was signed by the motto of the Fowler family of Tianji City, "Let me soar freely," and addressed to the Martell family of Yangji City, the lords of the Fowler family.

Prince Doran was the King's father-in-law, and the Martell family produced a queen.

Franklin Fuller was inexplicably upset. He began to think about his options and decided to write a letter to Prince Doran, hoping that he could say a few good words to his son-in-law and spare his life.

Chapter 651 Breaking Through the Prince's Pass

This was a last resort. After calming down, Lord Tianji hoped that the matter could be resolved peacefully, but unfortunately, the nobles of the River Bend had no intention of letting him off the hook.

The Reach nobles' imposing army, arrayed before Prince's Pass, was certainly not intended to capture the pass. A mere two thousand men were insufficient to directly challenge this formidable fortress, especially since another two thousand were stationed within its walls.

They were just trying to create a big stir and make the whole country know about it, so that the murderer Franklin Fuller would not escape legal punishment.

Therefore, after retreating to Prince's Pass, Count Fry continued to actively campaign.

One attempt was to contact the nobles of the Reach, hoping to offer some benefits in exchange for their understanding, but this was rejected.

On the other hand, he actively contacted other Dornish nobles to build up his influence. The greater his influence, the greater his chances of survival. Just like how people who borrow a lot of money are treated like kings, once he was "recruited" in the future, nothing would happen to him.

However, he has now written another letter begging for mercy, hoping that Prince Doran would, out of consideration for their past relationship, plead with His Majesty the King on his behalf.

In fact, since this incident broke out, apart from a letter from Prince Doran questioning him about what had happened, the two had not exchanged any further correspondence.

Franklin Fuller is now completely insecure and even lives in constant fear.

Meanwhile, the royal army soldiers who had silently infiltrated the Prince's Pass began their secret operation.

The Dornish are divided into Salt People, Stone People, and Sand People. Not all of them have an appearance similar to that of the Rhoynar. For example, the Stone People have fair skin and blue eyes. Among the King's Army soldiers who have infiltrated the Prince's Pass are many Reach soldiers and knights, as well as Rhoynar warriors drawn from the Second Legion.

They blended in with the group, becoming the perfect cover; apart from their accents which had obvious flaws, they had no other weaknesses.

Therefore, the Dornish soldiers guarding the city let them into the city without any suspicion.

Having infiltrated the Prince's Pass, they had a resting place where the supply team members would stay in these rooms before returning to the Royal Tomb City the next morning. The Oakhurst family knight kept a close watch on Dickon Manwood to prevent him from making any unusual moves.

"What should we do next, sir?"

At that moment, one of the King's soldiers looked toward Sir Casway, their commander.

The Knight of the Bitterbridge looked thoughtful. He pondered for a moment before speaking.

"The King's Hand has ordered us to set a great fire at Prince's Pass."

"In that case, let's find a place in the city where supplies are stored."

If you want to start a big fire, then oil is the most indispensable tool. Fire is a powerful weapon of war, and it is needed for both attacking and defending a city. Therefore, every city must have a storage of oil.

Based on general experience, this kerosene is usually stored together with military supplies. Finding the warehouse at Prince's Pass would lead to the kerosene, allowing them to set a large fire...

...

Inside the king's military camp tents stationed in front of the Prince's Pass.

Night had fallen, but the central command tent remained brightly lit.

Jon Clinton, the Prime Minister who sits on the Iron Throne as Commander-in-Chief, has been having some headaches lately, and the reason for his worries is naturally how to conquer Prince's Pass.

He had four thousand soldiers under his command, while the Fleur family soldiers defending the city also numbered two thousand. Although the Kingdom's army had more than twice the number of soldiers, the enemy still held the advantage of defending the city. If they were to launch a strong attack on the Prince's Pass, they might have to pay a heavy price and still not be able to take it down.

However, this matter could not be delayed. After all, it was my own request to do this, and on the battlefield, things could change if it was delayed. The longer it was delayed, the more unpredictable things would become.

He had pinned his hopes on the fifty warriors he had sent out to successfully carry out the surprise attack, but so many days had passed and there was still no news.

Even though Jon Clinton was confident in the plan, he couldn't help but wonder if it had failed. Fifty soldiers had been killed in Dorn, some even beheaded and displayed on the city walls as a warning.

However, every now and then Jon Clinton would go to Prince's Pass to look out but never saw any new heads cut off, which gave him a last glimmer of hope that the plan would succeed.

But at this time.

"grown ups!"

"grown ups!"

The commanders in the central command tent were discussing strategies to breach the city when suddenly urgent shouts and footsteps came from outside. One of Jon Snow's bodyguards from King's Landing hurried in and shouted.

"My lord! Go outside and take a look!"

"It seems a huge fire has broken out in the Prince's Pass!"

"what?"

The guard's words instantly ignited the passion of all the generals and commanders in the central command tent, and they all rushed to the tent entrance.

Then, sure enough, they saw a raging fire burning in the distance, within an ancient and majestic pass. The flames illuminated the sky, and thick smoke billowed into the air.

"They succeeded!"

"The plan was a success."

The River Reach nobles and the commanders of the Second Legion were all discussing among themselves, and the man with gray-red hair couldn't help but clench his fist slightly before turning around and speaking loudly.

"Someone come here!"

"Prepare to attack the city!"

A raging fire broke out inside the Prince's Pass, while the royal army soldiers outside the pass, who had been blocked for more than half a month since the arrival of reinforcements, were already full of energy.

"kill!"

Immediately, the King's army soldiers, under the command of Commander-in-Chief Jon Clinton, the Hand of the King, launched a fierce attack on Prince's Pass.

Meanwhile, the Dornish soldiers inside the city were in a panic, struggling to extinguish the flames while also defending against the king's army's siege.

The command structure of the Dornish army was in complete chaos; soldiers couldn't find their generals, and generals couldn't find their soldiers, while the relentless fire continued to devour lives.

The war lasted all night and finally came to a slow end as the sky cleared.

The royal army soldiers stormed into the Prince's Pass. The city's defenders were either killed, wounded, or surrendered. Count Franklin Fowler, the old falcon who was supposed to be guarding the pass, sensed something was wrong and fled the city to his hometown, Tianji City.