Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Upon hearing this, Bronn did not find it too small at all, and was very happy.

After all, having acquired a title and a fiefdom, regardless of its size, they had become propertied knights, shedding their former class and becoming one of the vast number of imperial nobles.

Although there are tens of thousands of such nobles in the empire, they are not even as important as ants at the feet of the truly great nobles. However, this is still a big step in changing one's fate.

Polon is now in his fifties, not yet sixty, and still has some fertility. He should hurry up and find a young peasant woman with big breasts and a large bottom who is fertile. Maybe she can give birth to an heir and carry on his self-created surname and family.

Of course, this is all contingent on Yin Meng ultimately achieving victory in the war.

If His Highness the Second Prince ultimately fails to win the war, then all promises will ultimately vanish like smoke in the wind.

And Polon naturally understood this principle as well.

Although he wasn't some great figure, from this moment on he was already tied to Yin Meng's camp, and he had to go all out from now on.

In fact, the other nobles in the Second Prince's camp were the same; their shared interests brought them together to oppose the rule of the First Prince, Heros.

"Then... how do we defeat Heros Targaryen next?"

Polon felt a slight headache, then picked at his teeth and smacked his lips.

"This is a bit troublesome."

He participated in the Battle of Bitter Bridge and knew that this enemy was as fierce as wolves and tigers, far stronger than the soldiers of the various lords of the Seven Kingdoms during his youth.

Back then, the Lannister army and the Tully army would be roughly equivalent to the army under the Second Prince's command today.

But the enemy is no longer the same as before. These elite soldiers of the empire are brave, well-trained, and highly disciplined.

Although Bronn and his group successfully escaped from the battlefield, it was only because the enemy did not pursue them seriously, and they looked like a group of farmers, so they were not taken seriously.

"Perhaps the best approach is to employ some mercenary tactics."

"Take a few skilled men, infiltrate the enemy camp, and kill the enemy commander."

"Once the enemy commander is killed, they will be leaderless and fall into chaos, and everything else will be simple."

Thinking of this, Polon shrugged slightly.

He wasn't exactly a skilled commander; at most, he had participated in many events and was experienced. His thoughts on this matter differed from those of the other generals present.

While other commanders racked their brains to figure out how to defeat the enemy on the battlefield, Bronn wanted to solve the problem directly and bluntly from outside the battlefield.

However, sometimes this method, though it may sound crude, can be very effective.

Of course, this was just Bronn's own idea.

After all, he was just a minor 'noble' in the Second Prince's camp, and he didn't even have the qualifications to participate in the pre-war meeting.

Feeling guilty about what happened back then, Bessie asked the Second Prince to pardon Bronn and knight him.

But this doesn't mean that Bronn can actually establish a relationship and become friends with the other party, after all, their current statuses are worlds apart.

Bessie was once just the son of a hunter in a small village on the Andas Plain.

His father had died long ago. As a teenager, Bessie was exceptionally skilled, brave, and decisive, often able to hunt beasts several times his own size.

However, in the original timeline, such a person didn't even have the right to leave a name.

If he hadn't met Viserys, Bessie might still be the hunter's son.

He may have followed in his father's footsteps and become the village's best hunter, marrying a wife and having several children.

He could never have become the governor of Pentos he is today, wielding great power, or even a renowned general with outstanding achievements in the empire.

Bronn was supposed to rise to prominence alongside Tyrion, but his life turned out the opposite; he was betrayed by Tyrion.

Now he's not even as good as a hunter's son, who only managed to become a 'village chief' in his fifties or sixties, but that's the capriciousness of fate.

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Bronn was not qualified to participate in the pre-war meeting, and he did not know how the lords intended to defend Highgarden.

However, this is easy to understand.

After all, he had only recently joined Yin Meng's camp. Who knew where he was before the Battle of Kuqiao? What if he was a spy?

The boys from the same village who came with Polon looked at him differently, with a sense of awe and caution.

After all, Bronn was called away one minute and then returned as an 'adult' the next?

Bronn became a knight, so he no longer had to live in the dilapidated tent where dozens of people used to be crammed together, but instead moved into a separate tent.

The young farmers under his command also benefited and moved into the tents, which had a better environment.

"Lord Bronn, will we also be knighted after we follow you?"

"I've heard that knights can be directly appointed as knights?"

Then one of them spoke up excitedly.

He was blinded by war and desire, and in a moment of impulsiveness, he wanted to follow Bronn to make a name for himself and change his fate. But when he arrived at the military camp, he began to regret his decision, but he had no way to leave.

But they never expected that Bronn would become a knight after just one trip outside, which instantly reignited the flame in their hearts that had been gradually extinguished.

They also wanted to follow Uncle Bronn and achieve great things together.

While Bronn rose to prominence overnight, he didn't get rid of these people. After all, he didn't have a single soldier under his command and would need them as helpers in the future.

"The knight of shit, it's just a hollow name."

"Only those with fiefdoms are true nobles."

Bolong, with his full head of white hair, snorted disdainfully twice.

He then pulled out a chicken leg from his pocket, which he didn't know he had stolen from somewhere, and took a bite.

There is a big difference between knights with property and knights without property. Knights with property are nobles, while those who only have the title of knight are actually nothing.

Although Bronn verbally expressed his disdain, he did not knight these lads.

Although he had such power, he cherished it very much, like a beggar who had just obtained a treasure and quickly hid it well so that no one would find out.

However, just as Polon and his men were retreating with the routed army to Highgarden, a few days later, the sound of horns suddenly came from the walls of Highgarden.

It turned out that the eldest prince's army continued to advance and was now at the city gates.

Chapter 1040 Siege

The Crown Prince's army arrived and surrounded High Court.

Outside the city, an endless expanse of densely packed figures stretched out, carrying the banners of House Targaryen, their armor gleaming, their weapons reflecting a cold light.

The reason was simply that people lacked confidence in the second prince; in reality, the soldiers themselves also lacked confidence.

Because the imperial soldiers outside the city were lined up in neat rows, fully armed, and wearing uniform armor and cloaks.

Unlike our side, where people are dressed in various family armors and wear all sorts of emblems, creating a chaotic mess, and even before Bessie took over, the command structure was in complete disarray, with soldiers unable to find their generals and generals unable to find their soldiers when battles broke out.

However, these problems have now been resolved, and at least in terms of command, the system can now follow orders and respond accordingly.

When the Crown Prince's army arrived outside the city, the soldiers on the walls of High Court were all on tenterhooks.

Because they knew that a major battle was about to begin.

May the gods protect you.

May our ancestors bless us.

People prayed silently, as people tend to seek psychological comfort in such situations.

After the army outside the city arrived at the walls of Gaoting, they did not rush to attack the city.

Instead, they openly set up camp without any attempt to conceal it, as if they were certain that the people in the city wouldn't dare to launch a sneak attack while they were building their camp.

However, in reality, the garrison inside Highgarden did indeed do just that.

They watched helplessly as the other side set up camp, hurling curses and provocations, but remained holed up in the city, too afraid to come out.

Peng——

Now, Earl Dale Siwes of the Rainforest stood atop the city wall, watching the enemy outside provoke him and even urinate on the wall. He immediately raised his hand and angrily slammed his fist into the battlement.

"Lord Bessie, I am willing to go out of the city and kill these bastards."

Dale Sidlow slammed his fist on the battlements, blood streaming from his fingers, and roared in fury, "Let's fight!"

The current Earl of the Rainforest, Dale Silvestre, is the eldest son of the former Onion Knight, Davos Silvestre, and he has six brothers.

Even the boy from back then, Dell is now quite old, over forty years old.

Onion Knight Davos had already passed away from illness many years ago.

Davos Seaworth, a former smuggler, is a prime example of someone who changed his own destiny.

He served as Stannis's chief advisor before surrendering to Viserys. He then became the port master of King's Landing, the customs chief of the Empire, and finally returned to his hometown to become the powerful governor of Stormlands, enjoying unparalleled influence.

During the decade or so that Davos Seaworth became the governor of Stormlands, the Seaworth family accumulated a vast fortune, built a magnificent rainforest fortress in the vast rainforest, and shed their former stigma as smugglers.

Davos was adept at controlling the storms, and under his rule, the weather was favorable, the people lived in peace and prosperity, there were no bandits or mountain thieves, and even petty thieves became rare. The nobles also kept their heads down and dared not be arrogant.

Because Davos never forgot Stannis's kindness and upheld Stannis's principles, namely justice, that nobles should be punished the same as commoners for their mistakes.

Therefore, the people of Stormland still missed Davos very much after his death.

However, the nobles of Stormlands were unwilling to support the Sidworth family as the next governor of Stormlands, since Davos had been directly appointed by Viserys.

Subsequently, the nobles of Stormlands held a vote and once again elected the Clinton family, the largest family in Stormlands, which now occupies Storm's End.

Rainer Clinton, the young son of Jon Clinton, who had served two terms as Prime Minister, became the governor of Stormlands.

Then, in this battle for the throne, he led many nobles from Stormland to join the camp of the Second Prince Yin Meng.

However, Dale Silvesre has now volunteered for the battle, but has been rejected by the Empire's 'Iron-Faced War God' once again.

"Hold High Court to the death; no one is allowed to leave the city."

Bessie wore a metal mask, obscuring his facial expression, but his attitude was extremely firm, which made Dale Siewos feel somewhat frustrated.

In the end, he didn't say much, but decided to avoid seeing it and go back to sleep.

Meanwhile, Oberyn, who had already set a trap, waiting for the people inside the city to come out and destroy the camp, and then devour them in one bite, rode on his horse.

His wrinkled eyes gazed at the tall, fortified city in the distance, then he shook his head slightly, his gray hair fluttering in the wind.

"Your Highness."