Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 234 Dragon Comes

"Where's the scout?"

Robert the Golden Son knocked on his gilded helmet anxiously. They were approaching the city-state of Rick Lakron, but they did not see any Westeros.

However, his army's supply could not keep up. The Disputed Lands were accustomed to small-scale battles, and there had not been a major war involving tens of thousands of people for a long time. The warlords were accustomed to fighting competitors on their doorsteps, resulting in the entire Disputed Lands' road system in a mess and supply being in disarray. The Anti-Iron Throne Alliance was also 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 obtain food locally, relying on the food and fodder provided by the warlords and tyrants along the way and the troops that came to join them.

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.

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

"Useless!" Anger filled Robert's face. "Where is the Iron Throne's army stationed? What should we do if we don't figure it out?"

Robert looked at the carriages being transported in the middle of the team with some worry. The things loaded in these carriages were extraordinary. It was said that the arrows shot from these large detachable crossbows could penetrate the dragon's scales.

But no one knows the real effect.

The financiers who were unwilling to reveal their origins provided thirty crossbows. But Robert never had any hope of being able to shoot down the dragon.

He knew what kind of monsters his subordinates were. Apart from his own 10,000 mercenaries who still had some combat effectiveness, the rest were the Dothraki, a horse race that was difficult to describe and had destroyed many areas. However, Robert really looked down on these light cavalry. He did not believe that these unarmored guys could really resist the armored infantry and crossbows.

And the troops gathered by the warlords
The frustrated second son, the farmer with a hoe and a pitchfork, the illegitimate son, the son of a businessman, the desperado, the criminal
The quality of this army formed by hundreds of warlords is truly touching.

For hundreds of years, the Free Trade Cities, especially the Kingdom of the Three Daughters and Volantis before its collapse, have been fighting openly and secretly over this land. These numerous warlords are the products of this period. They used the money of the Free Trade Cities to recruit soldiers and act as thugs for them, keeping this land in division and turmoil.

Sadly, everything has changed.

No free trade city-state wants the Dragon Kings to actually return to the East Continent.

Even Reese is like this.

So the warlords who were fighting each other to the death suddenly became comrades fighting side by side. They used the money to replace their equipment, making the army look well-equipped and battle-hardened.

Robert could only follow the road left by the Rhoynar people, which had been severely damaged in the Valyria-Rhoynar War and destroyed again after the Doomsday Disaster. The direction the army was pointing to was the logging village built on the side of the road.

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

Robert's 55,000 troops were divided into three routes. The Golden Hammer Corps was in the center, and the Ninth Legion of 10,000 men selected by Robert from the armies of those warlords. The 20,000 troops were arranged in four huge square formations and slowly advanced along the road.

The warlords' 20,000 troops were scattered all over the mountains and plains behind the main army. Robert did not expect these undisciplined weak soldiers to achieve any results, nor could he bear the consequences of them interfering with normal operations. He could only use them as the rear army and reserve.

The 15,000 cavalrymen of the four Karasas were divided into dozens of large and small groups according to their respective tribes, and advanced rapidly towards the mangroves.

"Rhaegar, Aerion, you two are responsible for dealing with the Dothraki." Daeron quickly issued orders. The young king had never been so nervous before. His army was all cavalry. Relying on the rich sailing experience of the Silver Fleet and the Redwyne Fleet, none of the 7,000 war horses they brought this time died, and the 5,000 armored cavalry were ready to fight at any time. "Make sure they can't get close to our main force." Daeron looked at Dan and Jacaerys: "Uncle, let's attack the enemy's main force together."

Dan and Jakaris nodded.

"Aemon, Uncle Joffrey, thank you for taking care of those stragglers."

After arranging the dragon knights, Darren suddenly put on his crown-shaped helmet and looked at the cavalrymen who had mounted their horses and were ready for battle.

The five thousand cavalrymen were like a vast ocean. The armor of various shapes and colors sparkled in the sun, and even the spear tips that stood like a forest were flashing a cold light.

"Everyone, save your horsepower and don't move too fast." Daeron laughed and raised Blackfire. "Wait until our dragon flames tear the enemy's formation apart before you charge. Remember, we don't want prisoners or heads. As long as we win this battle, all of you will get land."

Daeron pointed to the flat field in the distance and said, "Your enemy's land! Everyone, use your spears and swords to fight for the land. Honor, land, and wealth are all at your feet."

The young king grabbed the saddle strap of Dreamfire's dragon saddle, jumped up, and climbed onto the saddle in a few steps. He drew a sloppy seven-pointed star on his chest: "Seven Gods above, warriors bless us, we will win."

He raised the Blackfire again: "Long live victory!"

"Long live King Daeron!"

"Long live victory!"

"Kill them!"

The shouts that rose one after another echoed among the cavalrymen like a tide.

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

The giant dragons flew into the sky one after another, and every time a giant dragon flew over the heads of the cavalrymen, it received countless cheers.

Robert looked at the fleeing Dothraki cavalry with a grim face. These damn barbarians didn't even encounter the army of the Iron Throne.

But they encountered a dragon.

These ignorant barbarians even thought that the dragons were the war horses of the gods. Half of the Dothraki swung their swords at their companions after seeing the dragons spit out flames and burn an entire group of people who were trying to charge to ashes. Some barbarians even knelt down to worship the two "winged horses" of the gods until their companions' arakhs chopped off their heads.

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

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

What made Robert's face even more livid was that

He also saw the dragon.

(End of this chapter)