Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Seeing the white dragon hovering high in the sky, the members of the Golden Group became anxious.

And at this time, Dorn's army also arrived one after another, and began to attack the golden regiment's army formation.

Samwell comforted the restless white dragon and helped it pull out the crossbow bolts from its tail and belly.

Hot blood flowed out from the wound, almost instantly evaporating into smoke as soon as it hit the air.

Afterwards, he carefully controlled the white dragon to hover over the battlefield, and carefully found out the hidden scorpion crossbows one by one. After confirming the location, he cooperated with the attack of the Dornish soldiers and let the white dragon swoop down, pouring out flames and anger. on the enemy's head.

During this process, he always paid attention to maintaining the distance between him and the scorpion crossbow. At the same time, he controlled the white dragon to constantly change directions in the air, increasing the difficulty of aiming the golden group scorpion crossbow.

A crossbow arrow shot through the air, but it could no longer easily hit the white dragon flying past.

Instead, under the impact of Dorn's army, one after another the Scorpion Crossbow was destroyed.

Seeing that the threat was removed little by little, Bailong became more and more unscrupulous.

The position of the Golden Group has been plowed with bloodstains by the raging fire. Countless charred corpses and screams make the front of the west city gate seem to be a purgatory on earth.

Finally, the Golden Group completely collapsed.

The invincible dragon crushed the last straw in their hearts. The surviving mercenaries could no longer organize a decent resistance, and turned around and fled from the open west city gate.

Jon Connington stood on the top of the tower of the Arion family castle, watching the battle at the west gate, and the last trace of luck in his heart finally disappeared.

"My lord, run away!" the guard urged.

Jon turned around silently, and walked down the stairs without haste.

At this time, the Dornishmen had surrounded the castle and were attacking fiercely.

Jon was only two flights down when he saw the Dornishmen rushing into the castle.

He hesitated for a moment, and instead of continuing down, he walked through the corridor to a wooden door.

The guard at the door was still doing his duty, but his face couldn't hide the panic.

Jon pushed the door open, and saw Mrs. Ians timidly sitting on the bed in a long lavender dress.

After seeing the man, she smiled sadly:

"Are you here to kill me?"

Jon didn't answer. He held the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand, but he couldn't pull it out.

He knew that this woman had betrayed him and caused his failure, but the knight's pride made him unable to do so.

Just as in Stone Hall, he couldn't give the order to set fire to the city and force Robert Baratheon out.

Countless midnight dreams, Jon thought that if he gave himself another chance, he might make a different choice in Stone Hall Town.

But now it seems that this is all an illusion of self-deception.

He is not that kind of person.

After a while, he laughed at himself, shook his head, and sighed:

"The gods made me a proud coward."

After saying this, he let go of the hilt of his sword with his right hand and turned to leave.

The shouting outside the door was getting closer, but Jon Colinton calmly ordered:

"Put down your weapons."

The guards looked at each other, but finally gave up their resistance.

Jon straightened his collar calmly, as if he was about to attend a grand banquet.

Seeing a Dorne knight rushing over with a bleeding sword, Jon said:

"We surrender. Please allow me to meet His Majesty Caesar."

At this time, Samwell was standing on the west tower, watching the Dornish soldiers below receive the surrender of the golden regiment.

The white dragon was venting his anger at the scorpion crossbows, burning them all to ashes and still not relieved, he flicked his tail and smashed at the wreckage, causing smoke and dust to scatter everywhere.

Under the scorching sun, the corpses and blood had already smelled. The soldiers mobilized the people in the city to start digging pits outside the city, preparing to bury the enemy's remains.

Sir Hughes Dayne hurried up the tower, took off his blood-stained helmet, and began reporting casualties to Samwell.

In the fierce battle last night, the Dane family army suffered more than 500 casualties, of which more than 100 were killed, and the rest were injured in varying degrees.

Such casualties startled Samwell a little. He thought it was a crushing victory, but the number of casualties was quite astonishing.

It seems that the combat power of the Golden Group is still quite terrifying. Under the threat of the giant dragon and the dragged down by their own commander's tricks, they still made their opponents pay a big price.

Of course, their own casualties were even more severe.

According to current rough statistics, nearly 2,000 soldiers of the Golden Regiment put down their weapons and surrendered, and countless died in battle. In addition, some escaped from the west gate.

Samwell was instructing the aftermath when he saw two guards escorting a middle-aged man over,

Seeing the red and white griffin coat of arms on the opponent's breastplate, Samwell guessed the identity of this person.

"Your Majesty Caesar," Jon Connington bowed respectfully, "The former Hand of the King of Aerys II, the former lord of Griffin's Roost, Jon Connington sends his greetings to you."

Samwell glanced at him lightly, and said:

"Are you here to surrender?"

"Yes."

"Then stop pretending and kneel down and beg for my forgiveness."

Jon gritted his teeth and said:

"Don't be complacent, Caesar, you only win because of the dragon."

While speaking, he couldn't help looking at Bailong who was still wantonly venting his anger.

Even if this terrifying behemoth is far away, it can still feel the suffocating sense of oppression.

Samwell smiled dismissively and said:

"Don't you claim to be Targaryen orthodox? That little Aegon, the eldest grandson of the Mad King, doesn't even have a dragon?"

Jon was speechless for a moment.

Samwell continued to sneer:

"Also, do you know that the Golden Group has never been able to win from the very beginning, even if you successfully defend the city of God's Grace in this battle, it doesn't make any sense."

"You won, so of course you are right." Jon was obviously not convinced.

"Do you know why neither the Toland family nor the Arion family would kneel down to your little Aegon? Is it really just because he has no dragons?"

"Is not it?"

Samwell shook his head slowly:

"You overestimated the role of dragons, but also underestimated people's hearts. The Dornish people don't have much fear of dragons. They have fought with dragons to the death, and even slaughtered an adult dragon.

The reason why they rejected you, little Aegon, and the Golden Company is because once you win, it will mean a big reshuffle of Dorne's existing aristocratic system. "

Jon was stunned, he had already understood what Caesar meant.

The Golden Group was the gathering place for the losers of the Blackfyre Rebellion, full of losers in the political struggles of Westeros. They yearned for glory, and even more for territories and titles.

"You are here to grab food." Samwell said, "Talk about yourself, if little Aegon ascends the Iron Throne, of course you will be the Earl of Griffin's Roost, then the current Earl Roland Connington will be obedient Let me give up my title, welcome back?"

Jon lowered his head, already aware of this cruel truth that he had been ignoring all along.

The Golden Company is not welcome in Westeros.

From the day they landed, they were doomed not to be supported by the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.

It's ridiculous that he always thought that as long as there is little Aegon, as long as they unfurl the banner of the three red dragons, there will be crowds of voters immediately, and the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms will come to vote one after another.

They always thought that the resistance of the Toland family and the Ailion family was an exception.

But that's just self-deception.

"You're right." Jon sighed bitterly, "We deserved to lose."