Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 353 Attacking the Rich and Seizing Grain

Imon is winning one battle after another, and the situation is very favorable.

Norfolk, the governor's residence.

"Foolish! How could that Sysem al-Qaeda be so stupid? 100,000 men were routed and lost their armor and weapons!"

"One hundred thousand people!~~"

The gaunt governor, his eyes bloodshot, pounded on the table, his hoarse shouts trembling.

That's 100,000 people!
Let alone 100,000 living people, even if it were 100,000 pigs, it would take several months to catch them.

Sem al-Qaeda extorted so much money from them, but they couldn't even last a month.

Damn it!
"Stop talking nonsense. The entire army of Sysemkao was wiped out, and the remnants even managed to plunder several of our estates in the Norfos Hills."

The blond governor, his face contorted with disgust, recounted the losses.

Norfolk has scarce land and a cold, damp climate, so only a few noble estates can yield bountiful harvests year after year.

These estates are planted with grapes for winemaking.

Six or seven cities were looted by the roaming Dothraki in one go, which was absolutely devastating.

Upon hearing this, the governors all began to speak, exaggerating their own losses.

Until the tall, bear-like governor slammed his fist on the table and roared, "What time is it? You're still worrying about petty gains. The 'Dragon Slayer' is almost here with the Iron Throne's army."

The conference hall fell silent immediately.

The nine governors looked at each other, their faces pale and sweating, realizing the perilous situation they were in.

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the oak door, and the Holy Guard escorted an old, lean, bearded monk.

"The High Priest!"

Upon seeing the bearded monk, all ten governors stood up, their expressions respectful and tense.

“It is the will of the gods that has commanded me to come.”

The bearded monk was quite old, his wrinkled face etched with piety, and his voice was low and hoarse, yet it carried a kind of hypocritical compassion.

"Thank God."

The ten governors listened and did as they pleased, daring not to utter the slightest objection.

Seeing this, the bearded monk nodded in satisfaction and slowly said, "I saw in the oracle that Valantis and Kohol will mobilize a large army to fight the dragon at Dagger Lake."

"Will Valantis really send troops?"

The blond governor looked up abruptly, his face filled with astonishment.

Shortly after they received the news, "Sea Serpent" Corliss led his army into the Summer Sea and blockaded the port of Valantis.

A major battle between the two sides seemed imminent.

"How dare you question the divine oracle!"

The tall governor instantly flew into a rage, glaring at the blond governor.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sharp long axe flew towards him, striking the blond governor squarely on the forehead.

boom!
The blond governor shuddered, his eyes darting upwards to see the long axe stuck in his forehead and the blood, before he collapsed to the ground.

he died.

The nine governors' hearts pounded, and they quickly retreated to both sides.

"Disobeying divine pronouncements will surely lead to hell."

A blank-faced holy guard mechanically spoke and stepped forward to pull out the "marriage" long axe.

The bearded monk glanced at it, but only glanced at it.

Now, none of the nine governors dared to doubt it anymore.

"Then what should we do, High Priest?"

A governor asked cautiously.

The bearded monk clasped his hands together and said, "The dragon and the dragon king will stop in their tracks for food. Norfos must send all his slave soldiers to join the camp of Kohor and Valantis and defeat the invading enemy at Dagger Lake."

translation:

With Kohol and Valantis already making their moves, the Iron Throne cannot spare the time and will inevitably have to fight the Battle of Dagger Lake first to secure the main battleground of the Golden Fields.

Norfoss is located in a remote area and will not be a priority target for attacks.

Sending soldiers to support our allies and winning the Battle of Dagger Lake will bring us peace.

The governors weren't fools; they immediately understood what the bearded monk meant and assured him that they would send out all the slave soldiers in the city and wouldn't keep a single one for themselves.

"very good!"

The bearded monk nodded slightly, and as he turned, he gave a signal with his eyes, and the Holy Guard closely protected him.

Only then did I feel at ease enough to leave.

Once the man was gone, the governors, looking at the lifeless blond governor, couldn't help but feel a sense of shared sorrow.

"Hurry up and prepare, or the high priest might ask us to offer up human sacrifices again."

The tall governor sighed and ordered his men to drag the blond governor's body away and send it back to his family.

The two had a good relationship, and her scolding earlier was an attempt to help him.

Unfortunately, it was still used as a warning to others.

"Yeah yeah."

"I wonder if Bartoto is dead or alive. He is a major nobleman with an ancient bloodline. Doesn't the 'Dragon Slayer' know that when enemy nobles are captured on the battlefield, they are given priority to be ransomed?"

"I need to get home quickly and wash away the smell of blood from Santans."

This was said by a tall, thin, pretentious governor.

Santans was the dead blond governor.

……

Two weeks later, the golden fields.

An army of tens of thousands has gathered and is now under unified command.

"Your Highness, everyone is here."

Rob rode up on his warhorse and approached to report.

Aemon nodded slightly: "Leave it to me."

For nearly a month, he annexed the Karasa of Sysemkao, wiped out the Dothraki bandits who plundered the Golden Fields, and rescued four large and small Rhoynar towns and numerous villages.

The army before us, with its mixed banners, is the final result.

Robert's 2,500-strong squadron suffered 500 casualties in the battles.

Horton led four thousand Valley Knights, with the remaining four thousand stationed on Nasa Star. Dandoke had eight hundred Dothraki guards, plus five thousand Dothraki cavalry, while "White Bear" Harlow commanded eight thousand Dothraki cavalry.

Together, the two of them numbered 15,000.

Bartoto led 1,700 Norfos spearmen plus more than 3,000 newly added Slark cavalry.

Of these Dothraki cavalry, apart from the first batch of six thousand captured on Norfos Road, the remainder were drawn from the prisoners who rebuilt Na'Sastar, and most of them were recruited by Aemon along the way.

Others have fewer soldiers the bigger the battle, but His Highness has more soldiers the bigger the battle.

Before they knew it, they had gained more than 10,000 elite cavalry.

Finally, they rescued the plundered towns and villages, recruiting 20,000 Rhoyna people along the way.

These Royna people were all young and strong. They were originally just farmers and craftsmen. After being rescued, they spontaneously joined the expeditionary force, even though they only had farm tools such as pitchforks and hoes as weapons.

Aemon did not disappoint their trust, distributing leather armor, scimitars, and bows and arrows stripped from the Dothraki to the Rhoynar who followed the army.

Although not everyone could be equipped with leather armor or weapons, at least a small number of people were armed.

This greatly increased the Rhoynar's goodwill towards Aemon and stabilized the Rhoynar army's determination for revenge.

Thus, the total number was 43,000.

Aemon took a deep breath, delivered an inspiring speech, and then turned to climb onto Vormisor's back.

With an army of over 40,000 men, the losses from food and horse feed were extremely exaggerated.

The supplies and provisions of the Valley Knights and the food offered by the Rhoyna people were barely enough to sustain the army for more than ten days.

Meanwhile, the supplies for the Iron Throne are still on their way.

It would take at least ten days to half a month to reach Na Sa Star.

If the timing is too tight, the army may run out of food before supplies arrive.

This makeshift army of Dothraki prisoners and Loyna farmers was poorly organized and was likely to mutiny if its food supplies ran out.

"We have to find a big client."

Aemon patted the dragon's back, already having a plan in mind.

The gates of Kohol were tightly shut, and Valantis, far from being able to quench its immediate thirst, could not find a solution.

Located in the Norfos Hills, with only one wide Norfos Avenue connecting the two sides, the poorly defended Norfos is the fattest dog-owning family.

After conquering Norfolk, supplying provisions for 40,000 men will be a piece of cake.

Even the food consumed by the four thousand valley knights, tens of thousands of Slark women and children, and one hundred thousand Loyna self-cultivating farmers within Nasa Star could be squeezed out.

Norfoss was destined for this calamity.

"Uuuuuu——"

Aemon raised his head, sounded the war horn for the bronze repairs, and rode his dragon into the sky.

The rugged sound of bugles echoed across the golden plains, stirring the blood of every soldier in the expeditionary force as they followed His Highness the Prince and the Wrath of Bronze on their march.

……

a few days later.

The army encountered its first formidable foe, and the two sides clashed in a major battle on the hill road leading from Norfos to Kohol.

"Where did these tens of thousands of people come from?"

The tall governor, who was leading the slave army, stood on the high ground and was taken aback.

"Where did these tens of thousands of people come from?"

Aemon, riding his Vormisor, landed on a high hill and saw fifty to sixty thousand slave soldiers of varying equipment, and asked the same question.

It turned out that the city's slave soldiers, organized by the governors who followed the "oracle" of the bearded monk, happened to stumble upon this incredible opportunity on their way to Dagger Lake.

It must be said that people in this era have a really poor sense of war.

In particular, the free trade city-states in the eastern part of the continent of Essos, which claim to practice freedom and peace but secretly practice slavery, have pitifully low combat capabilities.

When harassed by the Dothraki, they would not choose to fight, but instead pay a price to avoid disaster.

Over time, they lacked any real war experience.

In terms of overall strength, it probably can't even compare to Slaver's Bay, let alone Westeros, which has a long tradition of noble knighthood.

"Hahaha, my men, charge for Lord Bartoto!"

War is cruel, but there are always a few conspicuous ones.

Bartoto, clad in heavy armor, rode his beloved mountain pony, wielding a warhammer as he charged wildly.

Wherever they went, any slave soldiers who dared to block their way were hammered away on the spot, rolling to the ground, their fate unknown.

"Has he always been this brave?"

Seeing this, Horton asked Rob, who was fighting alongside him, in surprise.

One was the brother-in-law of a prince, and the other was a rune guard. Both were diligent and hardworking, and they often corresponded with each other.

"I can't come!"

Robert looked bewildered.

That short, wiry guy from Norfolk was usually a chatterbox and an idiot, nobody really took care of him properly. Who would have thought he'd be so fierce on the battlefield?

How much power does it take to send someone flying with a single blow?

"Awooo..."

"White Bear" Harlow led the charge, letting out strange roars and howls, completely transforming into a Dothraki cavalryman. He led his five thousand men like a sharp blade, piercing the flank of the slave army.

Compared to the Second Sons and the Knights of the Valley, the Dothraki cavalry fought without any strategy, but they were fearless and unafraid of death or casualties, making them incredibly fierce.

The 5,800 men led by Danduoke were even more terrifying. Relying on their leader's superhuman strength, they charged directly into the long spear formation of slave soldiers and began a frenzied slaughter.

In a single encounter, Norfoss's painstakingly assembled army of 60,000 slaves was paralyzed and turned into fish on a chopping block.

"Trash, they are all a bunch of trash."

The tall governor broke out in a cold sweat, disregarded the command of his army, and turned his horse around to flee.

Those were Dothraki cavalry, universally recognized as the best in open field battles.

With their lack of fighting spirit and untrained slave soldiers, how could Norfos possibly be a match for the barbarians of the Great Grass Sea?

Moreover, there were also unfamiliar cavalrymen dressed in full plate armor and riding tall horses.

"Huh, does that look like a big fish?"

Aemon tilted his head and saw a number of slave soldiers fleeing behind a rider in magnificent armor.

Vomitor's bronze-colored vertical pupils flashed, and he turned his dragon head to look in that direction, slowly spreading his pair of huge brown dragon wings.

(End of this chapter)