Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 139 We have long been His Majesty's people...

"Run!"

A slave watched as his companion was instantly blasted into pieces, with parts of the other man still clinging to his face.

The slave soldiers, who had no will to fight to begin with, completely forgot about the threat from the slave traders; nothing mattered anymore!

Run! Only run!

Without the slightest hesitation, the slave soldier turned and ran headlong into the slave trader's long knife.

"what!"

The slave soldier's face was cleaved open, and he cried out in pain as he fell to the ground.

"Anyone who dares to turn back! That's it!"

The slave trader's fierce gaze swept over every slave around him.

No one dared to resist; they gritted their teeth and preferred to face the fierce enemy.

If they dare to resist, they are no longer slaves.

Although the number of people killed or wounded by the three cannon shots was only a few hundred, the blow to the morale of the enemy was absolutely devastating.

Not to mention the slave soldiers who were captured to make up the numbers, even the mercenaries who were paid to fight for their lives had two or three small groups that were about to scatter like birds and beasts on the spot, but they were suppressed on the spot by the elite guards of the three city commanders who had been sent to the ranks early on.

"That's enough, all troops, attack!"

With a wave of his hand, Visser sounded the horn once more.

"kill!"

The server has been open for quite some time now, and the player community has made progress. At least under the organization of their respective guilds, they have come to understand what it means to advance like a wall and pierce through a spear.

Although the steps were chaotic, it was still possible to see that they were moving forward in countless crooked horizontal lines.

Of course, the local elites weren't much better off. In that era, feudal soldiers were considered "elite" if they could keep their formation intact within a hundred paces.

At least the two flank legions were able to maintain their lines in such a large-scale battle, while the militia conscripted behind the regular troops marched in a way that was truly unbearable to watch.

However, the opponents are even worse, so there's no need to worry. Just go all in and go all in.

"Attack! I'll pay ten thousand gold dragons to any Warrior or Jazz player who brings back Viserys' head for me!"

Kill a member of the Dragon Clan, and you can exchange him for a golden dragon!

Taichu's view on war remains that the golden dragon paves the way.

Although the method was crude, it was indeed effective. As the saying goes, a great reward will surely bring forth brave men. Ten thousand gold dragons would be enough for a small mercenary group, with all members retiring and indulging in debauchery until they died.

Even if they couldn't kill Viserys, getting the head of an ordinary soldier would be a huge profit for most mercenaries.

"kill!"

Driven by the hefty reward, the mercenaries, their eyes red with fury, roared and brandished their weapons as they slowly advanced. Although they were in a hurry, they hadn't forgotten the basic wartime discipline of marching in formation rather than charging forward in a swarm.

After all, rushing in all at once wouldn't be about making money off the Golden Dragon; it would just be adding another impressive achievement to the Conqueror Visser's record.

Before the two armies could collide like two torrents, the Targaryen longwings began to swoop down over the enemy's heads, randomly grabbing lucky ones like claw machines, giving them a once-in-a-lifetime aerial experience.

"what!"

Every now and then, their companions would be snatched into the sky by the pterosaurs overhead and then slammed back to the ground, which dampened the enthusiasm of many mercenaries.

Fortunately, the archers stopped in time and began to rain arrows down on the long-winged dragon riders who were constantly harassing them from the sky.

Upon seeing this, most players turned their pterosaurs around and flew away.

However, two or three players screamed and wailed as they swooped down on their pterosaurs, then filmed a documentary on the spot showing how pterosaurs hunted on land.

Like eating at a buffet, the massive pterosaur opened its huge mouth and leisurely devoured the enemy soldiers around it.

"puff!"

The armor, covered in slime, was spat out of the pterosaur's mouth and slammed onto the ground, as if striking the soldiers' hearts.

But this is just an appetizer.

Rumble rumble~

The earth began to tremble, but it was not the Targaryen cavalry that charged.

Instead, eight fire dragon worms burst forth from the ground, spewing out bursts of dragon flames that instantly burned to death a large number of mercenaries who were caught off guard and stunned.

"what!"

The last words left behind by the leader of the Mu Girls' Group were a scream that was almost louder than the roar of a pterosaur. Then, he was burned to ashes along with at least forty of his brothers by the dragon flames spewed by the fire dragon worm.

The slave army was in complete uproar. To hell with the slave traders! As if it were a pre-arranged uprising, large numbers of slave soldiers grabbed their weapons and stabbed the slave traders in charge of commanding them to the ground. Then they dropped their weapons and fled for their lives.

"Don't run away!" A slave trader brandished his long sword and whip with a fierce but cowardly air, but he was quickly grabbed by the pterosaur riders who had returned from the sky and taken into the air, experiencing firsthand the fear in the hearts of the slave soldiers.

As the slave army collapsed, it caused chaos throughout the entire army, almost spreading from one point to another.

The commander of the Mil army gaped open, utterly astonished and at a loss for words.

This is different from the wars they've fought before!

This isn't how the "Gala Wood War Game" works!

How come I've already lost before we've even started fighting!

But the shock that Targaryen left him with was far from over.

"Let's do it!"

Seeing that the alliance of the three cities was doomed, Harry, the leader of the Golden Company, forcibly suppressed any remaining lingering thoughts in his mind. He sat on the arrow tower of the war elephant, drew his longsword, and gave orders.

"Our enemy is the Three Cities Alliance!"

"Brothers, do not be afraid, we have long belonged to the true dragon Viserys!"

"Kill! Take their heads and exchange them for the ships home from His Majesty Viserys!"

"We want to go home and follow the true dragon! Wherever the dragon's flames sweep, the Golden Company will charge!"

"Gold above, cold iron below!"

With the Golden Regiment's spears adorned with gilded skull flags, they immediately defected, quickly becoming the final straw that broke the camel's back for the Allied Forces of the Three Cities.

"We've lost, we've lost, our army has been defeated!" Veteran mercenaries are very familiar with this kind of tactic. Seeing that there are tigers and wolves in front and traitors turning against them behind, what's the point of fighting? They scatter like birds and beasts without even needing their commander's orders.

Anyway, you can wait at the familiar tavern afterward, and you're sure to find the team, so you don't have to worry about losing your job.

Right now, our priority is to escape.

The collapse of the Three Cities Alliance has really worried the players. "Damn it, I've already taken my pants off, and this is what you're going to do?"

Fortunately, the two thousand loyal Immaculate Warriors of Taichu are still holding their ground, their long spears raised and waiting for the players with unwavering expressions.

It's unclear whether Taichu, who had already ridden away on a camel, had forgotten about it.

In any case, to the players, the spears falling from those two thousand Immaculate Ones seemed to be the enemy saying, "Come on, sir!"

Could the players handle that? They immediately forgot about queuing and charged forward in a chaotic frenzy.

Following behind were the player's militia, originally there to assist in the battle, but in the end, these militia could only watch helplessly as their lord's back receded, completely out of reach.