Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 147 Don't you have any problems?

Under the city-state of Mil.

Banners fluttered and bugles sounded.

Visser personally led 25,000 troops into Mil, but by the time they reached the city, their strength had increased to 28,000.

These three thousand men were all mercenaries employed by the three city-states, such as the Mu Women's Corps and the Broken Banner Corps. After their defeat that day, these men escaped from the battlefield and gathered together. They discussed the matter and decided that the three city-states were doomed, so they simply joined Visser's army halfway through their journey.

Weiss was very lenient with these fence-sitters, directly appointing them as the vanguard of the main force.

Several mercenary leaders stood on horseback below the city, their faces full of bitterness. Visser had given them orders: either persuade the city's defenders to surrender and open the city gates, or they would be the first to charge.

Behind them was an army of 25,000; it was too late for them to regret it now.

Fortunately, Finance Minister Taechu was also among those who went to their deaths.

Of course, Taichu himself did not think he was there to die. In his worldview, it would be strange if Mil did not surrender.

This trivial matter, which he considered a piece of cake, was not something Visser had sent him to his death; it was clearly a sign that my king valued me!

With a rapidly changing mindset and a single-minded determination to achieve merit, Taichu, who was making progress in the decision-making process around Weisai, stood proudly on his horse below the city.

"Taichu! Have you forgotten that it was you who persuaded us to be enemies with Viserys? It was you who came with the Golden Company and gold coins that day, saying you would fund our fight against a powerful enemy. You are the one who brought this war!"

On the city wall, high-ranking members of the Mil Governor's Council had gathered. A portly merchant pointed at Taichu below the city and berated him.

"Putting me aside, haven't you tried to re-establish the Three Cities Alliance under the guise of fighting the True Dragon, attempting to gain leadership within it? Without me, would you cease your fight against the True Dragon?!"

Taichu looked disdainful. "When I was in the Iron Treasury, I saw everything from kings to peasants. You think you can talk to me?"

The wealthy merchant on the city wall was so angry his face turned purple. He tilted his head back, trying to catch his breath, and was nearly sent flying by Tai Chu: "Tai Chu! You...you're a chameleon!"

"You are all wise men. I have an army of 100,000 behind me! The true dragon is among them. Not long ago, the three city-states had an army of 50,000, but they were all reduced to ashes. Now you have nothing left. Why don't you open the city gates and submit to the true dragon? Are you really not afraid of being burned by the dragon's flames?"

This war was over when you had 50,000 troops and were still defeated! Quickly surrender and kneel before the true dragon!

Taichu, mounted on his horse, paid no attention to the other party's comparison of him to a chameleon and continued his persuasion work.

He completely ignored the faces of the mercenary leaders behind him, which were as red as monkey bottoms.

"What should we do? We shouldn't have listened to him! Now we're the ones who..."

"By the gods..."

"The war is over, adults. Defeat is a fact. So open the city gates..."

On the city wall, the members of the governor's council unanimously first extended "friendly greetings" to Taichu, the man who had brought them disaster, and then unanimously expressed their desire to surrender.

"We cannot surrender!"

But among them were some "heroes" who stepped forward and addressed the crowd: "He's right. Without Tychu, would we not fight the Targaryens?"

"Peer! That's true, but we've already lost. You're saying that if we don't surrender, they can't break in?"

The portly merchant seemed to have recovered; having just finished criticizing Taichu, he now set his sights on Pierre, who refused to surrender.

"Of course he can't get in!" Peel said confidently. "I have a hundred Unsullied in my house. Don't you have any guards?"

After a pause, Pierre changed his tone and said earnestly to the crowd, "Furthermore, gentlemen, think this through. We in Myre have a council of governors, and we can all generate profits for our families, but will Viserys allow us into his council?"

"No! We are the losers! Losers do not deserve to enjoy the spoils! Why did the Beggar King share the spoils with the losers when he won? Was it just because the losers bowed down to him?"

Would you give gold coins to your slaves for no reason?

Everyone present understood what Pierre meant, but the tide had turned. Sticking to their guns wouldn't just mean losing out; it might mean their whole family would be hanged.

"We know you're right, but we still have to surrender because we have no more soldiers left to fight for us."

The businessmen shrugged; they wouldn't take the risk.

When the city-state of Mil was powerful, they occupied the seats of the governor's council members to take care of their own businesses. Now that Mil's power has declined, can't they live well by shrinking the scope of their business and keeping a low profile?

I have plenty of money, why should I be tied to you slave traders?

We're willing to make money lying down, but we're willing to risk our lives for you? Forget it.

It is said that businessmen are willing to go to the gallows without fear for a 300% profit.

But if you don't make a profit and are even losing money, forget about the gallows, he'll cry out in pain if you just cut his finger.

Seeing that someone was stepping forward, the members who had been hesitant because they didn't want to give up their power all wanted to surrender.

But before they could even speak, Pierre had already drawn his sword from his waist with a "whoosh" and, in a flash, killed the two merchants who were shouting the loudest.

At the same time, a clattering sound of armor plates colliding reached everyone's ears. Two teams of armored soldiers, wielding long spears, surged onto the city wall, followed by squads of light infantry, the Unsullied. At a glance, there were no fewer than a hundred of them.

"Kill all those merchants!"

The armored soldier leading the group was Pierre's younger brother, Rufa. Upon hearing his brother's order, Rufa waved his hand, and the remaining merchants were instantly stabbed into bloody gourds by the soldiers behind him with spears.

"This concerns the future of everyone's family. If any adult still wishes to surrender, I will not stop them, but please go and greet their gods!"

Pierre's eyes flashed fiercely as he swept them over everyone.

"For Myr, let's fight the dragon to the death!"

Seeing that the wind was blowing in a different direction, the portly businessman, who had been lucky enough to escape being counted, quickly shouted.

Seeing this, the others, adhering to the principle that it's better to die sooner or later than now, quickly echoed the sentiment.

"Adults all have guards at home, please gather together. The city garrison is holding them off for now, but we need every single person, everyone who can handle a weapon!"

Pierre looked as if he were in charge from today onwards.

Although none of them had heard the phrase "being at the mercy of others," they were all very clear about the underlying principles.