Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"Sunspear City refuses to pledge allegiance to me?"

After the captives in the Riverland and Valley rebelled, they killed the few remaining troops of the Martell family and took control of Sunspear City.

The army of the Yronwood family and the gold regiment almost rushed to the city, but they did not start fighting immediately, but sent envoys into the city to persuade them to surrender.

Both sides knew that the army in Sunspear City was a new force that could not be ignored. If the other side's position could not be determined, the outcome of the battle would be unpredictable.

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem easy to win the allegiance of the army in the city.

"Yes, Your Highness, Lord Edmure Tully said, you can't just rely on lip guarantees, you must provide food, weapons, and a fleet that can send them home before he will lead an army to serve you."

Little Aegon snorted softly and said:

"Don't they believe my promise? As long as they are willing to fight for me, let alone the food and weapon fleet, I can give them the title of land and castle."

The messenger hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously:

"Your Highness, Lord Edmure said...you can't give away things that are not yours..."

boom!

Little Aegon overturned the table, and all kinds of bottles and jars fell to the ground.

Tyrion Lannister stepped back a few steps to avoid splashing food and drink, and said:

"The good news is that the Yronwood family can't produce what the army in the city wants, but the bad news is that Caesar can, so..."

"Caesar won't make it through." Little Aegon said firmly, "Jon will stop him west of the City of Grace..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a man running into the big tent covered in blood, crying:

"Your Highness! God's Grace City is lost!"

The camp fell into dead silence for an instant.

Tyrion watched little Aegon's face turn from white to red, and then from red to purple, and stepped back carefully again.

Sure enough, the next moment, little Aegon slammed the wine bag in his hand to the ground heavily, and the splashed wine splashed all over the surrounding people.

"The City of Divine Grace is lost? How did you lose it?"

Little Aegon's eyes widened, and he roared with disbelief all over his face.

"Yes, Your Highness." Recalling that horrible night, the knight who reported the message was still terrified, "Lord Jon misjudged the time and place of Caesar's attack, and the enemy also has a dragon, ah, that dragon is too big and too scary Even the scorpion crossbow can't kill it..."

"Enough!" Little Aegon interrupted the knight's narration impatiently. "I knew Jon Conrington could not be relied on. It was his stupidity that saved Robert the Predator and killed Tanner." How many members of the Grian family! Now he is going to kill me again! I shouldn't have handed over the army to him!"

Tyrion Lannister looked at the teenager who was a little out of control, and shook his head secretly.

No matter how wrong that Lord Griffin was, he brought him up with one hand, and even once became a father and son, but this prince humiliated Jon in such a way in public, which is really chilling.

"Your Highness Aegon," Tyrion persuaded, "We can't procrastinate in this situation any longer. We must defeat the Yronwood family's army as soon as possible, otherwise when Caesar leads the army to arrive, we will face the enemy."

"Okay!" Little Aegon ordered immediately, "In the morning, launch an attack! After the Yronwood family is destroyed, I believe that the people in Sunspear will make the right choice."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

...

In the early morning of the next day, just after dawn, the golden group began to line up.

After receiving the report from his subordinates, Sir Olifa Sand came to the camp and waited and watched for a while, with a serious expression on his face:

"The people from the Golden Group are in a hurry."

"Can't you be in a hurry. God's Grace City has fallen, and His Majesty Caesar will soon come to support with the Dane family's army and cut off the retreat of the Golden Group."

Sir Oliver shook his head, but his expression was not so relaxed.

Because the number of the golden regiment is superior, and he has also heard of the name of the first mercenary regiment of Essos, and its combat effectiveness is very strong.

Although Caesar had won a big victory in the City of Grace, if they could not withstand this wave of counterattacks from the Golden Group, the situation in Dorne would still be unclear.

It was useless to think too much, Sir Oliver turned his head and began to arrange the battle.

For them, as long as they can defend the camp, they will be considered a victory, and when Caesar's reinforcements arrive, the golden group will die.

But the Golden Group obviously also understands this, so this attack will definitely go all out.

The fierceness of the battle was already predictable.

As soon as Sir Oliver finished setting up the combat mission, he heard the desolate horn sounding in the distance.

In an instant, the wild sand danced wildly, and the sky was filled with murderous aura, and a great battle began in a hurry.

The Dornish soldiers lined up behind the camp, watching silently and nervously as the cavalry squad of the Golden Regiment approached first.

They separated to both sides in front of the camp wall, changed their formation, and at the same time drew their bows and arrows, densely packed arrows rose into the sky, and fell with the yellow sand.

The Dornish archers immediately responded.

Arrows came and went like locusts, and soldiers on both sides fell to the ground screaming from time to time, blood flowing on the sand.

Sir Oliver was sitting in the rear, looking at the enemy's formation, but suddenly his eyes became fixed.

"What's that?" The adjutant obviously also noticed something unusual.

The ground began to tremble, and there was a muffled thunder-like sound in the distance, which was frightening.

"That's an elephant!" Ser Oliver gasped, his heart sinking.

At this time, Dorn's soldiers also discovered the huge monsters in the enemy's formation, and the oppressive force brought by the dozen or so terrifying monsters was astonishing.

Panic and fear began to spread among the Dornish army.

"According to the rules of cyvasse, the dragon eats the bishop." The adjutant seemed to want to liven up the atmosphere.

But this is obviously not a good idea, they have dragons, but the dragons are not here.

Sir Olifa took decisive measures and asked the soldiers in the front row to form a shield and spear formation. This is the best formation to deal with cavalry attacks, but to deal with elephants...

He really didn't know what to do.

In the land of Westeros, no one has used elephants on a large scale on the battlefield, so the Dornish people only heard that there were elephant soldiers on the other side of the narrow sea, but they never fought against each other.

At this time, the Dornish people could only bite the bullet and go.

Boom! Boom! bang...

The elephant's footsteps kept approaching, stepping on the hearts of every Dornish soldier.

After the huge body approached, it looked even more hideous and terrifying.

"Let the arrows! Let the arrows!" Commander Dorn shouted hoarsely.

The arrows rose again like a torrential rain, and then fell into the army formation of the golden regiment.

But the power of this kind of arrows is really limited to the damage caused by giant elephants.

"Come on! Go! Go!" the soldier riding on the back of the elephant shouted excitedly.

They are used to seeing the fear of the enemy, and they can't wait to see all obstacles being trampled and crushed by elephants.

Boom—boom—boom—

The seventeen elephants still accelerated slowly, facing the flying arrows, like a moving steel fortress, they rushed towards the Dornish camp.