Chapter 234 Long Lai Ye

"Where's the scout?"

Robert, the "Golden Son", tapped his gold-plated helmet anxiously. They had approached the city-state of Rika Lachlon. But there was no sign of any Westerosians.

However, the supplies of his army have been unable to keep up. The disputed areas are accustomed to small-scale battles. It has been a long time since there have been large-scale battles involving tens of thousands of people. The warlords are accustomed to fighting competitors at their own doorsteps, which has led to the entire dispute. The road system in the land was in a mess, and the supplies were in a mess. The Anti-Iron Throne Alliance was formed too hastily, and the three leaders did not even have time to think about the supply problem.

As a result, the army led by Robert could only feed on the spot, relying on food and grass from warlords and tyrants passing through various places, as well as the troops who came to join the army.

Robert must destroy the Iron Throne's army as soon as possible.

"Where are our scouts?" The legion commander said with gritted teeth while sitting on an elephant cart pulled by two elephants.

"Legion commander, no one has come back." His deputy said tremblingly: "All the scouts have not come back. Our people dare not leave the army too far, and there is no way to search for them."

"Trash!" Anger filled Robert's face: "Where are the Iron Throne's troops stationed? What will we do if we don't figure it out?"

Robert looked at the carriages transported in the middle of the team with some worry. The contents of these carriages were extraordinary. It was said that the arrows fired by these large detachable ballistae could penetrate the scales of giant dragons.

But no one knows the true effect.

Funders who were unwilling to disclose their origins provided thirty ballistae. But Robert never had any hope that he could shoot down the dragon.

He knew what kind of monsters his subordinates were. In addition to his 10,000 mercenaries who still had some combat effectiveness, the rest were the Dothraki, an indescribable horse race that had destroyed many areas. , but Robert really looked down upon these light cavalry. He didn't believe that these guys without armor could really withstand armored infantry and crossbows.

And the troops assembled by the warlords

Frustrated second son, farmer with a hoe and pitchfork, illegitimate son, merchant's son, desperado, criminal

The quality of this army put together by hundreds of warlords is impressive.

For hundreds of years, the Free Trade Cities, especially the Three Daughters Kingdom and Volantis before their collapse, have fought overt and covert battles around this land. These numerous warlords are the product of this period. They hold the Free Trade Cities' Money recruits troops and acts as thugs for them, keeping this land in division and turmoil.

Unfortunately, everything has changed.

No free trade city-state hopes that the Dragon Kings will really return to the Eastern Continent.

Even Rhys is like that.

So the warlords who were fighting each other suddenly became comrades fighting side by side. They used money to replace their equipment, making this army look well-equipped and experienced in hundreds of battles.

Robert could only follow the paths left by the Rhoynar - badly damaged during the Valyrian-Rhynar War, and destroyed again after the Doom. Continuing to move forward, the direction the army was pointing was exactly the logging village built on the side of the road.

Robert was confused about the Iron Throne's army, but with the help of the dragon, Daeron and the others knew the movements of Robert's army clearly.

Robert's 55,000-strong army was divided into three groups. In the center was the Golden Hammer Corps, and the 10,000-strong Ninth Legion selected by Robert from the armies of those warlords. The 20,000-strong army was arranged in four huge square formations. Slowly moving along the road.

The 20,000 troops of the warlords were scattered all over the mountains and fields at the rear of the army. Robert did not expect these undisciplined weak soldiers to achieve any results, and he could not bear the consequences that they might interfere with normal operations. He could only treat them as rear troops and Reserve team use.

The fifteen thousand cavalrymen of the four khalasas were divided into dozens of large and small groups of horses according to their respective positions, and they quickly advanced towards the mangroves.

"Rhaegar, Aerion, you two are responsible for dealing with the Dothraki." Daeron gave the order quickly. The young king had never been so nervous. His army was all cavalry, relying on the Silver Fleet and Redwyne. The fleet has rich navigation experience. None of the 7,000 horses they brought this time died, and the 5,000 armored cavalry are ready to mount and fight at any time.

"Make sure they can't get close to the main force of our army." Darren looked at Dan and Jakaris: "Uncle, let's attack the main force of the enemy's army together."

Dan and Jakaris nodded.

"Aemon, Uncle Joffrey, thank you for dealing with those stragglers."

After arranging the dragon knights, Darren put on the crown-shaped helmet and looked at the cavalry who were already mounted and ready to fight.

Five thousand cavalrymen were like a vast ocean. Armors of different colors shone in the sun, and even the spear tips that stood like a forest shone with a cold light.

"Everyone, save your horsepower and don't go too fast." Dairen laughed and raised the black fire: "Wait until our dragon flames tear apart the enemy's formation, then you can launch a charge. Remember, no prisoners, no heads, As long as you win this battle, you will all get the land."

Darren pointed to the flat wilderness in the distance: "The land of your enemies! Everyone, use your spears and swords to fight for the land. Honor, land, and wealth are all under your feet."

The young king grabbed the hanging strap of Menghuo's dragon saddle, jumped up, and climbed onto Menghuo's dragon saddle a few times. He drew a scrawled seven-pointed star on his chest: "Seven gods are above." , Warriors bless us, we will win.”

He raised the black fire again: "Long live victory!"

"Long live King Daeron!"

"Long live victory!"

"Kill them!"

The shouts one after another echoed among the cavalry, like a sea wave.

This colorful sea of ​​steel moved, and the knights advanced at a constant speed, accumulating strength for the charge.

The dragons flew into the sky one after another. Every time a giant dragon passes over the heads of the cavalry, it will receive countless cheers.

Robert looked at the fleeing Dothraki cavalry with a pale face. These damn barbarians had not encountered the Iron Throne's army at all.

But they encountered a dragon.

These ignorant barbarians even thought that the dragon was the war horse of the gods. After half of the Dothraki saw the dragon spitting out flames and burning an entire group of people who tried to charge into ashes, they actually slashed at their other half with a knife. companion. And some barbarians even knelt down and worshiped the two "winged horses" of the gods until their companions cut off their heads with the arakh scimitar.

Almost at the same time as the dragon breathed out dragon flames, the entire Dothraki army itself began to fight among itself.

Dead Dothraki and ownerless warhorses were everywhere. Fifteen thousand people were torn apart by two giant dragons.

What made Robert even more pale was.

He also saw the dragon.