Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 148 Ant-Infested Siege

Seeing that the remaining people were pragmatic, Pierre's ruthless gaze softened as he stepped back and handed his sword to his younger brother, Lufa.

He then ordered his trusted men to guard the city gates and commanded all the merchants in the city, as well as the slave-catching teams and strong slaves under the slave traders, to gather behind the city gates.

"Has your governorship council reached a decision? Will you submit to the true dragon, or be consumed by its flames?"

Tai Chu, who was waiting impatiently below the city wall, stood on his horse and shouted again towards the city wall.

A series of heads were thrown down from the city wall with a series of thuds.

"Those who chose to betray Mil are all dead. Now the city is filled with warriors determined to fight the dragon to the death!"

Peel stood atop the city wall and shouted sternly.

共！

Before Taichu could speak, several mercenary leaders behind him whispered and spat.

At this moment, they dared not hate the one behind them, so they could only cast their resentful gazes toward Pierre on the city wall.

"snort!"

Taichu was also furious, and at the same time couldn't understand why the people in the city wouldn't surrender, but none of that mattered anymore. Could a rat kill a dragon with its front teeth?

"Your Majesty, they won't surrender!" Taichu rode up to Visai and shouted, pointing towards the city behind them.

"Order the vanguard, the Redemption Battalion, to attack the city!" Visser glanced coldly in the direction of the city, then, escorted by a group of guards in white and blue robes, headed towards the camp under construction: "Launchute the attack!"

Soon, an order that was extremely unpleasant to the mercenary leaders who were at the forefront reached their ears.

The group immediately looked as if they had lost their parents, their faces turning ashen.

But looking back at Visser's army, they dared not disobey orders.

Fortunately, Visser thoughtfully sent the Yom Kippur camp to them so they could fight side by side.

Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.

"Let them rush first! Don't stop until someone dies!"

The leader of the Mu Women's Corps cast a vicious glance at the group of numb-looking prisoners from the Redemption Camp.

A siege by ants is not like a battle between two armies. You are sent to charge in front, and even if you cause a rout, you can't break the camp. Even if you scatter, it won't be a big deal. The archers behind will just kill you.

Soon, the two thousand prisoners of the Atonement Camp, along with five or six hundred laborers captured along the way, were brought to the front lines.

"Attack! No looking back! Charge into the city and you live, retreat and you die, advance and you live! Attack!"

At a command, 2,500 men with varying expressions launched an attack, carrying wooden ladders. Behind them were 300 mercenaries who were slowly pushing the ladder carts and crashing into them.

As the saying goes, big fish eat small shrimp, and small shrimp eat mud. These three hundred mercenaries were a combination of the fewest small mercenary groups that suffered the heaviest losses and were pushed out to be the first wave of casualties.

When the moment of attacking the city had to come, everyone naturally wanted to be last in line.

The veteran mercenary groups, including the Mu Girls' Group, relied on having the largest number of soldiers under their command. Under their orders, the other mercenaries dared not resist. Besides, there were still three thousand cannon fodder ahead of them, so it might not be their turn to die yet.

"Artillery, take aim!"

The catapults were still being assembled, but the "Carpenter Emperor" had already led twenty bronze cannons to the front lines, ready to support the cannon fodder.

"put!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Stones rained down on the city walls, sending bricks flying. The muffled thuds struck the hearts of the defending soldiers like giant hammer blows.

Peel gathered the city's guards, totaling less than seven hundred including his own, along with a thousand city garrison soldiers, eight hundred slave hunters sent by slave traders, and three thousand slaves.

With a total of 5,500 soldiers of varying skill levels, it was unclear how many days they could hold out, but for the sake of that slim chance, he refused to surrender.

Humans are truly a wondrous species.

"kill!"

They'd already charged in; any further hesitation would mean certain death. Many of the three thousand cannon fodder in the first wave of the charge had fought in battle before and understood this principle. At that moment, they were carrying ladders and running as fast as they could.

"Charge! Charge forward and you'll live!"

The three hundred mercenaries behind them held up shields, pushed siege equipment, and shouted.

They were hoping that these cannon fodder would take the city in one fell swoop, so that they wouldn't have to go up and die.

But things didn't go as planned. After leaving seventy or eighty corpses on the ground, the cannon fodder, poorly equipped and lacking even shields, calmed down from their hot-blooded rage and began to retreat.

"Fire arrows! Make them retreat!"

The mercenary leaders, who had been closely watching the front from their horseback mounts, issued orders with grim faces.

After a barrage of archers, fifty or sixty cannon fodder were killed or wounded, successfully forcing them to turn around and continue the siege while crying out in despair.

The phrase "not stopping until everyone is dead" isn't just something these ruthless leaders said casually.

Although both the attackers and defenders were a motley crew, the defenders were able to take advantage of their superior position and their superior numbers. With their ample supply of weapons and arrows, plus the help of Mir's unique crossbows that could fire three shots at once, the defenders managed to prevent the city from being captured by the remaining cannon fodder.

For a time, the attacking and defending sides were like chickens pecking at each other, fighting fiercely and evenly matched.

Even if the 300 mercenaries holding the line dawdled, they eventually got within the range of the arrows, leaving them with no choice but to launch a full-scale attack on the city.

At this point, if we dawdle any longer under the rain of arrows, it's like an old man eating poison—we're asking for trouble.

"Tell the brothers, go all out!"

Several mercenary leaders, having hardened their resolve, charged forward with their shields raised, which ignited a surge of courage in the three hundred mercenaries who had been through countless battles. They roared and pushed the siege engines in a charge.

After suffering two or three hundred casualties, the cannon fodder finally managed to place ladders on the city wall and officially begin their swarm attack. Of course, it was useless; the soldiers on the city wall simply threw stones at them, killing them in droves.

Fortunately, it drew the enemy's fire, allowing our siege engines to slowly approach the city.

"They don't have catapults in their city!"

"They've reached the city so quickly. I thought we'd have to charge three more times and lose seven or eight hundred people before they could get there."

"Maybe we really can conquer Mil, and then we'll be in His Majesty's sights... what's that phrase those weirdos always say again?"

"Jane is in the Emperor's heart! What a strange and awkward phrase..."

Seeing that the offensive was going smoothly, the leaders of the Mu Girls Group and others, whose faces had been clouded with worry, immediately smiled, their faces breaking into at least seventeen or eighteen wrinkles.

"Throw stones at it! Poke it with spears!"

Pierre's brother, Rufa, used a spear to stab a mercenary who was peeking out from behind a ladder, and with his face covered in blood, he rallied the soldiers around him.

"Send the guards up!"

Peel's face was grim. He had anticipated that the war would not go smoothly, but he had not expected it to be this bad. Not long after the start of the war, he would have to send his armored soldiers to the rescue.

Fortunately, the Targaryen army did not launch an attack from three sides of the city walls simultaneously, and the defenders were still able to hold on.

"My lord, Lord Rosen and Lord Lil, who attended the governor's council meeting, went to the port to board a ship, intending to escape from Mir, but we captured them!"

As if things weren't going to go wrong, the deputy captain of the guards came running over to report.

"Damn it!"

"Kill them all!"

Peel's fingers tightened their grip on the sword hilt...