Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 344 Giant Turtle in the River
Five miles away, Dandoke led more than eight hundred Slark riders on a gallop towards the Norfos camp.

call out!
An iron arrow struck a Norfolk scout riding a mountain horse, the shaft piercing the back of his head.

"It's a scout; we've been discovered."

The Dothraki archer, his face fierce, rode forward, pulled out the arrow, and casually removed the scout's hard helmet.

Only the people of Norfolk would wear such thick chainmail and helmets in an attempt to maximize their defensive capabilities.

Dan Duoke glanced at it, like an emotionless wooden figure, and stretched out his thick arm, pointing forward.

rush!!

The Dothraki riders unleashed a devastating charge, their hooves thundering and crushing the grassy riverbank.

Along the way, they encountered Norfolk scouts, but were instantly killed by Dothraki archers, failing to deliver the message that a great enemy was approaching.

Half an hour later, on the banks of the Naeun River.

Bartoto frowned, realizing something was wrong as the scouts hadn't returned for a while.

"Gather together, quick!!"

Bartoto was extremely anxious; veins bulged on his forehead, and his roar echoed like thunder throughout half the camp.

His adjutants and officers acted swiftly, gathering their respective subordinates and preparing for battle.

However, it was still too late.

Rumble!
A cloud of dust rose in the distance, and Dandoke led his Dothraki riders to their arrival.

Swish!
Unable to speak, Danduo Ke drew his Valyrian steel scimitar from his waist and swung it, creating a whooshing sound as it cut through the air.

"Awooo...!"

The eight hundred-plus Slark riders suddenly accelerated, tumbling and rolling on their warhorses, letting out strange roars as if hunting.

"Form ranks! Do not retreat!!"

Bartoto's face was ashen; his years of experience leading troops forced him to remain calm.

He must be the courage of the soldiers; he cannot be cowardly.

The Dothraki were indeed formidable, but their Norfolk phalanx was no pushover either.

Three thousand against eight hundred, the advantage is in my hands.

boom! boom!
Three thousand Norfolk spearmen lined up in front, bowed and spears raised, forming an impenetrable square.

Dandoke's eyes remained unmoved as he raised his Valyrian steel scimitar to the left with one hand. Behind him, more than four hundred Slark riders emerged, switching their weapons from scimitars to shortbows.

shhhhhh!
In an instant, arrows rained down from the sky, landing on the heads of the Norfos soldiers.

Bartoto remained calm in the face of danger and ordered his soldiers to raise their assigned round shields and hold them above their heads to block the arrows.

After a series of loud crashes, a dozen soldiers were unlucky enough to be hit by arrows, but many more were protected.

Danduo Ke frowned, his thick eyebrows, similar in color to his skin, and turned to flank, letting out a strange cry to indicate that he was blocking the arrow.

This time, they launched rockets with arrowheads dipped in kerosene.

Crackling...

As the second volley of arrows fell, the round shields of the Norfoss soldiers were set ablaze by the arrows, forcing them to discard them.

More arrows landed on the muddy ground, forming clusters of flames.

Although it cannot start a prairie fire, it still puts immense pressure on the soldiers.

After all, they were facing the Dothraki.

The Dothraki were known for their cruelty and barbarity.

Moments later, the initial standoff between the two armies came to an end.

Danduoke displayed the Dothraki's skill in archery and horsemanship, and several volleys of arrows shook the enemy's morale.

However, it was far from enough to overwhelm the enemy.

"Roar...!"

With a loud roar, Dan Duoke led the riders on the left flank in a charge.

"Spears ready!"

Bartoto realized that the enemy was about to get serious.

He felt heavy-hearted, with a hint of regret.

The judgment was flawed; they hadn't anticipated that there would be so many Dothraki in the battle.

I originally thought there would be at most two or three hundred people, but the actual number tripled.

At the same time, he regretted not marching immediately to find a high point to defend after the scouts lost contact.

Although located near the riverbank, there was no high ground that could stop the Dothraki from charging.

Bartoto gritted his teeth and persevered, raising his spear high along with the soldiers, the butt of the spear planted in the ground, forming a defensive stance at an angle.

"I hope it works."

boom--

The next second, the giant, dark-skinned man leading the opposing force charged into the square formation on his horse.

The rows of spears were cleanly severed by a flash of silver-gray light, so brittle that they seemed less like specially made oil-soaked solid wood and more like rice seedlings in the field.

Dan Duo Ke took the lead, his warhorse, as big as a water basin, crushed the heads of the first row of soldiers with its front hooves, and then leaped into the formation with its hind hooves.

In an instant, it was as if wolves had entered a flock of sheep.

Danduoke gripped the horse's flanks tightly with her legs, charging left and right through the crowd, her Valyrian steel scimitar slashing relentlessly, blood flying everywhere.

"Awooo...!"

His godlike feat of charging into battle ignited the eyes of the Dothraki riders. They pulled on the reins and spurred their horses forward.

They're crazy.

Some charged past the front ranks of the formation and followed Dan Duo Ke into battle, but many more were riddled with spears before they even landed.

But there was no fear in the Dothraki culture; it was a relentless, forward-charging frenzy.

In just a few seconds, the first, second, and even third ranks of the formation were broken through one after another. The soldiers were trampled into mud by the horses' hooves, and their screams were unforgettable.

"Run! Run, run!"

"..."

Now is the time to demonstrate the quality of the military.

Before the phalanx was broken, the spirits of the Norfoss soldiers were shattered by the screams of their comrades.

The thought of facing the ferocious Dothraki immediately gave rise to the idea of ​​running away.

puff!
Bartoto stabbed a soldier who was shouting to flee to death with his spear, blood splattering on his face. He turned to the panicked soldiers and yelled, "Now that you're running away, do you think you can outrun the Doslak warhorses?!"

"Do you think the Dothraki will let you go!?"

Two direct and incisive questions instantly pulled the soldiers back from their panic and helped them rearrange their formation.

If we don't escape, we might die.

But if they escape, they will surely die.

Bartoto secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes fixed intently on the dark giant leading the charge.

As I said before, with three thousand against eight hundred, the advantage lies with me.

Pay attention, don't lose points.

boom--

From the right flank of the phalanx, the Dothraki right wing, which had previously split off, launched a surprise attack, charging towards the phalanx from the side.

The square formation was attacked from both sides and collapsed at an extremely fast speed, crossing in front and to the right, and was passively split into four pieces.

Unable to suppress their fear, the Norfolk soldiers, unable to withstand the psychological pressure, screamed as they dropped their spears and ran around aimlessly like headless flies.

The army was routed.

Bartoto's eyes widened in horror, and he suddenly felt his hands and feet turn icy cold, a chill running straight to the top of his head.

Objectively speaking, he was indeed a military genius who developed the phalanx at a young age.

But the problem was that they were too young.

Battlefield warfare is not just theoretical; by designing good formations and equipping the troops, you can defeat the enemy.

Such troops, which rely on battle formations, often have extremely high requirements for soldiers in all aspects.

100% obedience, overcoming fear, and strict adherence to orders...

Failure in any of these areas will expose weaknesses in a battle between two armies.

These weaknesses are all fatal.

"Sir, let's retreat."

Before Bartoto could answer, the adjutant hoisted his short, stocky body onto a mountain horse and fled.

"Awooo..."

Upon seeing that the enemy crumbled at the slightest touch, proving to be nothing more than a paper tiger, the Dothraki riders, with their habitual strange roars and howls, went on a rampage, slaughtering the panicked soldiers who had fled in disarray.

Compared to them, the Norfolk soldiers were complete lambs to the slaughter, suffering a one-sided rout.

A few moments.

Bartoto was rescued by his adjutant at great risk, and led a couple hundred remaining soldiers to a hillside on the upper reaches of the Na'en River.

The adjutant looked around and found a low-lying area behind the slope, where a spark of hope was ignited.

The Dothraki are notoriously greedy; they will kill and plunder their enemies before sending out pursuers.

If I can just wait it out for a while, I might survive.

"grown ups……"

The adjutant spoke with delight. Bartoto's face darkened, and he was about to explode.

Rumble!
In the distance, a hundred Dothraki riders galloped in, their hooves kicking up clouds of dust.

The leader was none other than "White Bear" Harlow, who had laid an ambush on the route that Norfos's army was bound to take in their escape.

"..."

Bartoto's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth in astonishment.

But it wasn't the Dothraki blocking their way, but a colossal creature in the azure sky.

"Hiss!!"

A magnificent, light blue dragon plunged down from the clouds, its massive body spreading its wings as it swooped down.

"dragon!!"

Bartoto stammered, his eyes filled with despair.

With a roar, Dreamfire swooped down over the remnants of the army and unleashed a burst of dragonfire at the center of the group.

The orange-yellow dragon flames mixed with light blue resembled a waterfall, thick and continuous.

Pfft!
In his last moments before losing consciousness, Bartoto saw a dragon flame land beside him, the powerful impact throwing him and his horse off their feet, followed by a dizzying spin.

"what?"

Helena, dressed in black bodysuit leather armor, let out a soft "hmm" and tilted her head in confusion.

It seems that Meng Huo used too much force.

She only meant to scare people, she didn't intend to burn so many people to death.

"Hahaha, long live the princess!!"

Harold laughed heartily, leading his team into the crowd, unable to contain his excitement as he shouted.

It's great to join the Targaryens!

How wonderful to have a princess riding a dragon to help me!
……

The next day.

Nasa Star, the ruins of Namelia's palace.

call out!
Imon sat on a small stool by the stream and swung his club in a perfect parabolic arc.

"Your Highness, the battlefield has been cleared."

Torero, taking on the role of commander-in-chief, solemnly declared: "In this battle, we killed 1,770 enemies, captured 1,203, and imprisoned one general and six officers."

"More than 2,900 sets of chainmail, leather armor, helmets, and spears; 16 mountain horses; 300 nags; and more than 500 carts and baggage trains."

At first, Imon didn't pay much attention, but the more he listened, the more interested he became, and his expression turned strange: "Norfos has really gone too far, assembling such an elite army?"

Three thousand men, all equipped with chainmail, leather armor, and helmets, were almost as well-equipped as his Second Son Regiment.

Is this the result? ?
"Your Highness, could the prisoners be temporarily handed over to me for the purpose of cleaning and repairing the city?"

Torero ignored all that and focused solely on completing the crucial task of rebuilding Nasa Star.

"go Go."

Imon quickly waved his hand, indicating it was best not to disturb him while he was fishing.

It was just an army of three thousand men, which he didn't take seriously at all.

In this world, apart from the Unsullied, the Dothraki are the most formidable fighters.

Nothing more than a pleasant surprise from the Norfolk army.

They sent so much equipment, weaponry, and provisions.

They were worried about how to feed the more than 800 Slavs.

I'm really sleepy, so I gave you a pillow.

"Oh my, Nasa Star looks so beautiful after being cleaned!"

An annoying voice appeared, and Moore, with a fishing rod tucked under his arm, plopped down next to him.

Imon's eyelids twitched. He took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to kill his opponent.

Moll didn't stand on ceremony at all, casting his own line and joining in the fishing.

"Brother, I failed to keep an eye on him."

Helena walked over quietly, her little hands entwined together.

Despite defeating Norfoss's reinforcements, Kohol remained secluded.

Moore did not run away, nor did he commit any wrongdoing.

The guards watching over him were transferred by Torero to join the team clearing out Nasa Star.

Moore became a nobody, either wandering around aimlessly or harassing Imon.

"It's...nothing. He's an old man, it's normal that you can't keep an eye on him."

Eamon forced a smile, trying not to scare his silly cousin.

"Feel sorry."

Helena lowered her head and stood still.

She was temporarily conscripted by her cousin, Imon.

Since the goal is to capture Nasa Star, someone will be needed to defend it while Imon is away fighting.

Who could be more suitable than a well-behaved little girl who owns a fully grown dragon?
answer:

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, a young, pale silver dragon flew across the sky, circled the city, and slowly landed behind the palace.

"Cousin."

Lannino, all smiles, completed his patrol duties for the day.

"Thank you for your hard work, cousin."

Imon was focused on fishing, only taking a moment to greet people.

He's going to take on a whole bunch of big players; every single power, big or small, in the eastern part of the Essos continent will get a taste of his own medicine.

One Helena is definitely not enough; we'll have to send in Lannino to make do.

Besides the two of them, Aegon and Aymond also couldn't escape.

During this tense period, instead of having them return to their fiefdoms to cause trouble, they were assigned to sea serpents far away in the Summer Sea through the Dragon Clan Conference.

Sea Serpents need to take on Valentis, who have the home advantage, head-on, and they can't do without Dragon Riders.

"Hey, they've taken the bait!"

Moor suddenly exclaimed and pulled up a colorful river fish.

Imon, expressionless, glanced at the fish and continued fishing.

But Mor gradually went too far, reeling in his fishing rod so fast that one after another, large, lively fish fell onto the palace floor.

On Imon's side...

"Ugh~"

Helena noticed that her cousin's fish basket was empty.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry."

Imon was nearly thrown off balance by her outburst, but he tried to calm himself down.

Who hasn't had a time when they were in the Air Force?
He is also a dragon rider who conquers the skies, which fits the spirit of the Air Force.

Moreover, he wasn't aiming for ordinary river fish, but rather for truly large catches.

"You really want to fish for the giant turtle in the river? Isn't that just a legend from the Royna people's stories?"

Moore removed the fishing hook again, his tone smug, unable to resist asking.

With a cold expression, Imon got up, picked up the fish basket and small stool, and moved to a spot away from the other party's interference.

It must be because the other party is interfering with him that no fish is taking the bait.

definitely is! !
"A giant river turtle?"

Helena moved closer to Eamon, her fluffy, slightly wavy silver-gold hair carrying a lime scent that tickled Eamon's nose.

“Hmm.” Imon nodded.

Just last night, he dreamed of Na Sa Xing, and dreamed of a giant tortoise the size of a millstone emerging from a stream that had been cleared of silt.

Its size was even more exaggerated than the giant tortoises I remembered, completely beyond reason.

Upon waking from the dream, Eamon strolled along the riverbank in the early morning and happened to catch a glimpse of a scene depicting a giant turtle submerged in the water, as described in the book.

This further convinced him of the existence of the giant turtle in the river.

It was on a whim that Imon went to the stream to fish.

The giant turtle in the river is said to be a spirit, one of the deities worshipped by the Rhoyna people.

Also known as the "Old Man of the River".

The dragon kings of ancient Valyria once killed a giant river turtle in the Rhoenix River, incurring the hatred of the Rhoenix.

Of course, Imon wasn't that bored.

The ancient dragon kings did not hunt and kill the giant turtles in the river out of illness, but rather deliberately provoked the kind-hearted Roynar people to start a war.

He fished for the giant turtle in the river simply to see if he could catch it.

Although the possibility is extremely low, what if it happens?
"Your Highness..."

(End of this chapter)