Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 136 Go to Bloodclaw Peninsula to find your father's old subordinates

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As Jiang Gan stepped into the camp, his confidence was practically written all over his face.

But the clichéd opening remarks were immediately interrupted by the rough men.

Franklin Fo Hua yelled at Jiang Gan, "Alright, we all know you were sent by His Majesty Viserys, so get to the point!"

Jiang Gan shrugged. What kind of guys hadn't he seen? He glanced curiously at Clinton and Aegon, who seemed isolated, and wondered to himself, "Who are these two?"

But that's not important. Since the other party has directly revealed their identity, they can't really leave two outsiders in the tent, can they?

"My king Viserys is marching toward Myr with an army of fifty thousand. The Three Cities Alliance thinks they can defeat my king by gathering a bunch of slaves, hiring a group of third-rate mercenaries, and spending a sum of money to buy a thousand or two Unsullied."

Jiang Gan placed his hands in front of him as a sign of respect.

Before he could finish speaking, someone agreed, saying, "I agree with that. Without the Golden Company, the Three Cities Alliance and the army that Taichu, that blabbermouth, put together, would be utterly vulnerable!" The speaker was named Moro Jayne.

"There are always many people in this world who are full of confidence. The Braavos people thought they were invincible because they had a lot of gold coins, but their sea king died under the wrath of a true dragon, and the Peerless Fleet is now even given the title of the Targaryen royal family."

Jiang Gan paced back and forth inside the tent: "The Horse King of the Dothraki plains, full of confidence, led his 40,000 roaring warriors in an attempt to make the true dragon submit to the horse. In the end, the horse's hooves were broken, and Khao and his 40,000 warriors perished beneath the walls of Pentos."

Now, the Three Cities Alliance, gathering third-rate mercenaries and slaves, is also challenging the true dragon. Are they truly unafraid of death and defeat?

"Since you are His Majesty Viserys's envoy, please speak plainly. Do you require us to defect? ​​We are willing, as long as he can lead us home—he certainly can! He has an entire fleet, enough to take us across the sea home!"

Tristan Rivers impatiently interrupted Jiang Qian.

Aegon's face was extremely grim. He had been educated to be a king since childhood. Jon taught him military strategy, Raleigh Duckfy taught him martial arts, Sister Lymore taught him faith, and Maester Haldon taught him languages ​​and history.

Everyone told him that ruling the country was his future duty.

Before he left, his foster father, Jon Clinton, told him that he would be facing an army of ten thousand men, which would give him the strength to stand on equal footing with his uncle Viserys. After returning to Westeros, it would be a question of who the true dragon was.

But now, what can he talk about? Will his uncle humiliate him like a beggar and eventually put him under house arrest for life?

I have to leave! Egon thought.

The young man turned and left the tent, and none of the mercenaries watching him stepped forward to stop him.

Mis has been dead for many years, and they have been wandering like ghosts in this foreign land for many years. The entire Golden Company has been away from their homeland for far too long, and now they have no time to think about any real dragons.

Even if it's just a small dragon, as long as there's an army and warships, they'll fight tooth and nail to follow it, all they want is to go home!

Of course, it would be best if, after returning home, one could also win some land and a castle that one finds pleasing to the eye.

Jon Clinton sighed, and without saying a word to his former comrades, he left the tent as well.

"You're still too reckless."

Like a father, Jon Clinton pulled Aegon aside outside the Golden Company's camp and spoke.

"They don't treat us like guests, so why should we stay here? Do we have to suffer the same humiliation my uncle did back then?"

If they were willing to swear allegiance to me after humiliating me, I might not think too much about it and just take it as a test for me.

But even a fool could see that they were all desperate to pounce on my uncle like prostitutes. What was the point of me staying here?

Aegon's rapid-fire words silenced Jon, but he quickly rallied, pressing down on Aegon's shoulder: "We can go to Dorne. They might accept you, since you are the eldest son of Rhaegar and Elijah."

"But we don't have an army of even a thousand men. I don't think going to Dorne would be better than living under my uncle's roof." Aegon had been given a lot of education since childhood, and although he had his flaws, he could still see this.

"We can go to Crabclaw Peninsula first. During the Battle of Trident, the various families on the peninsula fought alongside your father, Prince Rhaegar, to the very last moment. They were extremely loyal to House Targaryen."

Even if we can't recruit enough men, they won't betray you. We can try before Viserys attacks Westeros.

Jon Clinton's words restored Aegon's confidence: "Then let's hurry up and go. We can always hire a ship. We don't need many. Even if we only have three thousand warriors, the Dornish won't see me as a puppet."

"Although your uncle commands a large army and has even hatched a dragon, his war with the Three Cities Alliance will not end anytime soon."

Moreover, if he wins, he will seize the three cities as spoils of war; if he loses, he will return to lick his wounds. All of this takes time, and this time is our opportunity.

The word "exhaustion" was indelibly written in Jon Clinton's eyes. Due to his greyscale disease, he knew clearly that death was already on the countdown for him.

I thought he would at least see Aegon sit on the Iron Throne before he died.

But the deaths of Mis and Varis, the disappearance of Illyrio, and the Golden Company's failure to keep their promise all made him feel that the future was bleak.

But as long as I live, I will never give up. Jon Clinton glanced back at the Golden Company's camp, then quickly left at Aegon's urging.

"So, no one has any objections?"

Jiang Gan smiled as he looked at the group of core members of the Golden Regiment inside the tent.

"All we want is to go home, so of course we are willing to follow His Majesty Viserys, hoping that he will not hold a grudge against the good-natured jokes of us rough men back then."

Tristan Rivers was the first to express his opinion in front of Jiang Qian.

Immediately afterward, the others also stood up, all expressing that as long as they could be taken home, the Golden Company would be the sharpest spear in Viserys's hand.

The remaining mercenaries, who were not from Westeros and were only after wealth and status, did not resist following a young king who commanded an army of 50,000 and had the Iron Treasury as his backing.

Harry was the last to speak, but frankly, he was already insignificant. After surrendering to the dragon, it was questionable whether he could still become the commander of the army.

Seeing that everyone agreed and no one objected, Jiang Gan made a pact with them on the spot that he would switch sides during the battle and then hurriedly left the camp.

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