Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 406 Giant Elephant

"Sunspear City refuses to pledge allegiance to me?"

After the captives in the riverlands and valleys 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 golden regiment almost rushed to the city, but they did not start a war immediately, but sent envoys to the city to persuade them to surrender.

Both sides are clear that the army in Sunspear City is a new force that cannot be ignored. If the opponent's position cannot be determined, the outcome of the battle will be unpredictable.

Unfortunately, it seems that it is not easy to obtain the allegiance of the army in the city.

"Yes, Your Highness, Lord Edmure Tully said, you can't just rely on lip service, you must provide food, weapons, and a fleet that can send them home before he will lead his 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 envoy hesitated for a moment, and 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 the side, avoiding the splashing food and drink, and said in his mouth:

"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 Divine Favor..."

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

"Your Highness! The City of Grace 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 God's 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 young man 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 public way, which is really chilling.

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

"Okay!" Little Aegon immediately ordered, "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.

Sir Olifa Shad came to the camp and watched for a while after receiving the report from his subordinates, his face was rather dignified:

"The members of the Golden Group are in a hurry."

"Don't be in a hurry. God's Grace City has fallen, and His Majesty Caesar and the Dane family's army will soon come to support 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 group is superior, and he has also heard the name of the first mercenary group of Essos, the combat effectiveness is very strong.

Although Caesars won a big victory in the City of Grace, if they can't withstand this wave of counterattacks from the Golden Group, the situation in Dorne will still be unclear.

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

For them, as long as they can hold the camp, they are considered a victory. When Caesar's reinforcements arrive, the golden group will die.

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

The fierceness of the battle was already predictable.

Sir Oliver just finished setting up the combat mission when he heard the desolate horn sounding in the distance.

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

Dorne soldiers waited in formation behind the camp, silently and nervously watching the cavalry squad of the Golden Regiment approaching 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. From time to time, soldiers on both sides fell to the ground screaming, 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 apparently 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!" Sir Oliver gasped, his heart sinking.

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

Panic and fear began to spread in the Dorne army formation.

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

But it's obviously not a good idea, they have dragons, but the dragons are not here.

Sir Oliver 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 can only bite the bullet and go on.

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 formation of the Golden Army.

But the power of this kind of arrow is really limited for a monster like an elephant.

"Go! Go! Go!" The soldiers 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 the obstacles being trampled and crushed by elephants.

Boom—boom—boom—

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