Chapter 243: Dragonless Underground Fortress Battle

What is Igor's goal? It doesn't matter now.

The important thing is still in the distant Eastern Continent, a controversial place.

The battle around the underground fortress of Lake Mill has been going on for a long, long time. If Viserys' supplies and support hadn't arrived in time, along with Joffrey, Dan and Jakaris would have been patrolling near Lake Myr to defend against possible incoming enemies.

I am afraid that the soldiers besieging these underground fortresses have long been unable to bear it.

"Mortarion is a genius!" Lord Domeric Bolton strode to the commander's table in the highlands, placed his slightly dented peaked helmet on the table, and looked at Meng Huo who was lying aside and frowning. of King Daeron. "Your Majesty, the water attack has failed."

King Daeron's brows were still furrowed. He seemed not surprised by the result: "How did they solve the problem of flooding?"

Count Domeric shook his head helplessly, sighed and said: "I don't know, I suspect they also built waterproof things in the underground fortress. Count Reyes, does your Castemé have one?"

"There is no need to worry about siege in Castamere." Count Harold Reyes knocked on the steel breastplate confidently: "Count Bolton, there is not such an abundance of water around Castameme. Without water, why should we water proof."

Earl Domeric Bolton's amber eyes looked at Earl Harold coldly, and finally turned back. The wars he had experienced with Duke Cregen were several times more than the young man in front of him.

After all, children who grew up in midsummer have never experienced the cruelty of winter.

"Okay, everyone." King Daeron finished his thinking: "If the water attack fails and our plan to lure the enemy into battle fails, we will have no choice but to attack by force."

"Your Majesty, the cost of storming is too high." Count Benjikou shook his head. He knew very well how costly it was to storm such a fortress. If there is no way to achieve a quick victory, the final result may be that the entire army is destroyed underground.

"I'll go down myself."

"No." Almost all the noble generals and Kingsguard gathered around the long table objected in unison.

"Your Majesty, I will go." Prince Aemon stood up: "Your Majesty is the commander, and the commander cannot put himself at risk."

"Aemon is right, Your Majesty." Jakaris led Dan up from below, and Count Joffrey followed behind them. These three dragon knights had just finished today's patrol when they heard Daeron's decision. .

"Your Majesty is the commander of the expedition." Jakaris said: "If it weren't for the strategic position of the Lake Mill Valley and the most fertile land in the disputed area, I would suggest that you abandon this place and continue to attack to the east."

Darren knew this.

This is also the reason why he is obsessed with the Mill Lake Basin.

The expeditionary force cannot rely solely on supplies from the rear. If his expedition is delayed for more than a year, the original advantage will be lost, and the kingdom will turn from a supplement to a liability.

He must complete self-sufficiency in the Eastern Continent as soon as possible.

But it's a pity.

He can't do it.

The problem in Westeros is that there are too many nobles, but not enough commoners. The land is still enough for use, and farmers do not have strong demand for overseas expansion. Even the North and Dorne are still recovering to this day.

King Daeron could only recruit nearby farmers to open up land and continue planting crops.

The place of controversy can only be described as a place of controversy. The melee between the warlords resulted in that only their respective core areas had villages and complete fields. If the land in the disputed area was not indeed fertile, it would be difficult to imagine how it could support such a large population.

But the number of farmers recruited was not enough.

In the occupied lands, the expelled warlords mercilessly slaughtered their own villagers before fleeing, leaving King Daeron with nothing but ruins and scorched earth.

They must occupy the Mill Lake Basin as soon as possible. With the help of the dragon, they have blocked Horus in this land, and the so-called "Anti-Iron Throne Alliance".

At the suggestion of the nobles, King Daeron finally met with Fulgrim, Salish's envoy, and reached a secret agreement with Salish.

This gave Daeron more energy to block Horus.

It also left Horus no time to play scorched earth tactics. As long as they gnawed away Horus's underground fortresses, they would gain a large piece of mature land and hundreds of thousands of people living here.

"Okay, Aemon, you will be in charge of the army that goes deep underground."

Aemon nodded and turned around to take the people away.

"etc."

Aemon immediately stopped and turned to look at Daeron respectfully.

Daeron turned around and took out a long sword from Dreamfire's saddle belt.

"Aemon, this is the family sword 'Dark Sister'. Today I officially entrust it to you." Darren said softly: "Cousin, please bring back the news of victory."

Aemon nodded vigorously. Take the gleaming Valyrian steel sword.

"Everyone, follow me."

"Your Majesty, we must also ride a dragon to the sky and suppress other fortresses." Jakaris said in a deep voice when he saw that Aemon was ready to lead his army into battle.

Count Joffrey Velaryon also nodded: "Your Majesty, although there is nothing we can do about the main castle and the large bunkers, those small bunkers cannot withstand multiple dragons breathing fire at the same time."

"Well, let's go too."

Over Lake Mill today.

Six giant dragons gathered together, and the blazing flames almost made the entire river in the Lake Mill basin steam.

A bunker built along the river was bathed in colorful dragon flames, and soon collapsed. Soldiers in ragged clothes rushed out of the collapsed bunker screaming, but were eventually reduced to puddles of ashes in the dragon flames. .

"Great Lord, the barbarians of Westeros are probably going to launch a general attack." Mortarion said with some worry. He was a big fat man with a waistline almost as tall as his height. His face, arms, and chest were covered with all kinds of scars. The same kind of building tattoos, no beard, and a slightly sharp voice also illustrate his identity.

He was an eunuch from Slaver's Bay.

Horus is a tired middle-aged man. It can be seen how energetic he used to be, but now, even the armor studded with gold cannot lift his energy.

Silently he led Mortarion back to safety.

"Mortarion, how long can we hold on?" Horus's voice was full of exhaustion, as well as a trace of fear and confusion.

The fat eunuch also shook his head dejectedly: "Great Lord, we only have these large bunkers that can resist the dragon flames. If the barbarians launch a general attack with infantry, we will be in danger."

Horus breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just hold on, just hold on."

The tired middle-aged man's eyes suddenly turned fierce.

"As long as we hold on, we still have a chance."

"Great Lord! The barbarians of Westeros have invaded!"