Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Long live Prince Yin Meng!"

"Long live Prince Yin Meng!"

Meanwhile, deafening cheers erupted from the allied forces in the Reach and Stormlands.

Chapter 1062 The Flood Spreads

However, looking at the battlefield littered with wreckage and blood, Yin Meng did not show much joy at the victory.

Rainwater and blood mingled together, filling the air with a foul stench that even a heavy rain couldn't wash away.

Because this war started because of him, so many people were displaced, their families torn apart, and lives lost...

If I had simply submitted to my brother back then, perhaps this disaster would have been avoided.

Looking at the horrific battlefield, the silver-haired youth, whose clothes were already soaked with sweat, felt a pang of guilt.

He vowed that if he could achieve final victory, he would become a good emperor who loved his people like his own children.

But now is not the time to continue being sentimental.

Immon Targaryen then rallied his spirits.

Then he stood atop the tower, looking down at the imperial soldiers surrounded by them, with large raindrops pattering on his head. He took a deep breath and spoke loudly.

"My brothers...they have abandoned you!"

"Put down your weapons and surrender!"

The second prince, Yin Meng, made a choice that was completely opposite to Oberon's prediction.

Oberon believed that Immun would never accept these soldiers who were trapped in Highgarden.

The reasoning is simple: soldiers who have just surrendered cannot be immediately absorbed into the army, and we must be wary of them turning back.

They even had to send a group of people to collect their weapons and keep them under guard, which was simply impossible for the Second Prince's army, which was already short-handed.

But it was precisely what Oberon thought was impossible that Yin Meng actually did.

"Surrender!"

The young prince with silver-gold hair stood in the heavy rain and spoke loudly.

Meanwhile, the imperial soldiers in black and red armor, who were surrounded below, were also soaked in the heavy rain.

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Holding their blood-stained swords, their chests heaving and panting heavily, they heard the Second Prince Yin Meng's words and then looked at each other in bewilderment.

Surrender?

Everyone was looking into the eyes of the person next to them, asking for their opinion, but they couldn't even elect a single person who could take charge.

Meanwhile, everyone present heard what Prince Yin Meng said.

The soldiers of the Stormlands and Reach forces were also panting heavily, their blood being washed away by the rain. They gripped their weapons, whose blades had been chipped and dulled, and stared at their enemies with hatred in their eyes.

They killed many of their comrades and fellow villagers. If it weren't for the Second Prince, they would have rushed forward and killed all these enemies right now.

However, since His Highness Yin Meng had spoken, they could only suppress their murderous intent for the time being and wait for him to make his final decision.

The atmosphere in Highgarden was somewhat oppressive; the only sounds were the heavy breathing of those around them and the patter of rain against the puddles.

After all, the two sides had just been fighting fiercely, even to the point of being bloodthirsty, but at this moment they forcibly stopped.

Although no one spoke and it was very quiet, everyone's eyes were filled with naked hatred.

At that moment, one of the Imperial soldiers who was surrounded suddenly let out a long breath, as if he had made up his mind.

Clang clang—

He threw the longsword in his hand directly to the ground, making a crisp sound.

He threw his longsword to the ground and surrendered, and the last breath of the remaining imperial soldiers was released.

Although the empire's laws stipulated severe punishments for surrender, no one wanted to die if they could live.

Moreover, they were the ones who were abandoned by the main force first, so surrendering under these circumstances is understandable.

Clang clang—

Clang clang—

With the first person setting an example, the Imperial soldiers, clad in black and red armor and soaked in the rain, threw down their weapons and surrendered.

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Meanwhile, the soldiers under the Second Prince witnessed this scene. Although their eyes were filled with hatred, they also breathed a slight sigh of relief, since the enemy's surrender meant they were spared a final battle.

"Everyone, get out of there!"

"Hands behind your head!"

"Squat down to the side!"

Then, loud commands from officers of Yin Meng's army rang out in Gaoting City.

They confiscated all the weapons of the surrendered soldiers and made them line up to remove all their armor.

When Yin Meng witnessed the peaceful surrender of these imperial soldiers, his violently pounding heart gradually calmed down.

The heavy rain continues.

Rainwater streamed down his forehead and across his cheeks from the strands of hair.

Then, the silver-haired youth looked towards the distant city with his pale purple eyes, took a deep breath, and silently thought to himself.

"I wonder what the situation is like outside the city?"

...

And now, outside Highgarden.

As the commander of the Imperial Legion, Oberyn pondered the matter repeatedly before, out of caution, ordering the entire army to retreat.

The entire army retreated to their camp at the foot of the hill, preparing to regroup and wait for the sudden downpour to pass before launching another attack on Gaoting.

Anyway, the Second Prince of Gaoting is already besieged here, and this is their last city.

Even if the Second Prince can still leave on a dragon, all his soldiers and nobles have perished here. Where does Yin Meng think he can make a comeback?

Therefore, Oberyn was not in a hurry, and Heros, seeing this scene, also had no doubts; their thoughts were largely the same.

However, just as the Imperial Legion was preparing to retreat to their camps for rest, an unexpected incident suddenly occurred.

"Commander-in-Chief!"

"Commander-in-Chief!"

"Something terrible has happened!"

The young officer named Kane, a graduate of the Imperial Military Academy, rode up at breakneck speed from who-knows-where.

His face turned bright red, and upon seeing Oberon, he hurriedly called out without even dismounting.

"Kane, calm down, what happened?"

The gray-haired Prince Dorne frowned slightly when he saw Kane's anxious expression.

He had a bad feeling lingering in his heart, but he couldn't figure out where it came from.

However, seeing his trusted subordinate rushing over in such a hurry only amplified his unease.

After all, he knew Kane well; he was never the type to overreact to minor problems. Something must have happened...

"Sir! The Mandeb River has flooded!"

"The floodwaters have already spread!"

Just as Legion Affairs Officer Kane was speaking loudly in the pouring rain.

"what happened?"

"Water! The ground is all water!"

Suddenly, cries of alarm came from the surrounding soldiers, and chaos erupted in the retreating army in the darkness.

However, the dark floodwaters then spread to Oberon like a giant black hand.

The old general's warhorse seemed to sense impending disaster, its hooves pounding restlessly.

Chapter 1063 Retreat

Tap tap...

Oberyn's warhorse seemed to sense danger, restlessly stamping its hooves and sounding its horn a few times.

However, the floodwaters had already spread silently, reaching up to the horses' calves. The horses' hooves pounded the water, splashing up droplets.

The Mande is one of the most important large rivers in Westeros. It has a huge volume of water and a wide surface, but its current is not very rapid.

The river is muddy and turbid upstream of Gaoting, but becomes clear and calm downstream of Gaoting.

Therefore, the Mandeb River has now breached its banks in the Gaoting area, and the floodwaters have overflowed the riverbed and begun to spread in all directions. However, the flow of water is not very fast, as it is not a place with complex and steep terrain. The water was held back from upstream and then suddenly burst through the banks, creating a spectacular scene of rushing water for thousands of miles.

Perhaps it was precisely because of the gentle nature of the Mande River that Oberyn, as the commander of the First Prince's army, became careless and did not expect that such a gentle river would suddenly begin to rage.

Fortunately, the Mandeb River's current was not fast, which prevented them from being swept away by the flood.

But all the soldiers in the army, including Oberyn himself as commander, were submerged in the muddy river water mixed with a lot of loess, and even the corpses of those who died in the war were floating in the flood.

"Oops."

Meanwhile, the gray-haired Prince Dorne, riding on horseback, was not yet in such a sorry state.

However, the rain was still falling from above. Although it wasn't as heavy as it had been at the beginning, the rainwater still dripped down his white hair.

Oberyn's sand-yellow cloak was also soaked, and his clothes and armor clung to his skin. Combined with the unique southern summer climate, which was hot and humid, the air was filled with the stench of blood and filth that made people want to vomit.

As a renowned general, Oberyn was well aware that they were in dire straits and facing immense danger.

After all, although the flood did not scatter the army, it was not a good thing for the entire army to be submerged in waist-deep water.

"We must come up with a solution."