Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 149 This is called Air Raid Baby!

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Another mercenary was hurled off the city wall by the defenders with a spear.

The breach opened by the cannon fodder's sacrifices opened and closed repeatedly. Even after Peel pushed his Unsullied onto the breach, the cannon fodder, having paid the price of a hundred lives, still could not gain a foothold on the city wall.

The cannon fodder retreated again, this time taking with them the remaining 250 or 260 mercenaries.

The vanguard, which was bringing up the rear, naturally wouldn't let them retreat. The veteran regimental commanders were counting on them to continue wearing down the city's defenders and defensive equipment.

"Release the arrows!"

Another volley of arrows rained down, and the routed soldiers, having learned their lesson from losing dozens of corpses, recklessly charged back into battle.

However, the defending troops had already taken advantage of this lull to relieve their exhausted soldiers, and everything had to start all over again.

The attacks continued relentlessly until the afternoon, when Weiss finally ordered the remaining 1,700 or 1,800 cannon fodder to retreat with the forwards.

Only the well-organized catapult troops and artillery units remained to bombard the city without stopping.

At the same time, eight players rode long-winged dragons slowly approaching the skies above the city-state of Mil.

"Let them learn their lesson!"

"Explosions are art!"

The player leading the team, Deidara, grinned maliciously at the panicked defenders on the city wall and took the wildfire pot from beside the dragon saddle.

"Get out of here!"

At the same time, the other seven players also threw their fire pots, or bombs and explosive packs modified by the Pyromancer Guild, at the city walls.

"This is called an 'air raid baby'!"

Deidara's sinister smile deepened, becoming almost perverted.

"What's that thing in the sky?"

"Is this the legendary dragon?"

"Idiot, those are pterosaurs! Aim your arrows at them, or you'll get caught and sent flying!"

"What were they throwing down?!"

The soldiers guarding the city, including Pierre, looked up in confusion at the small black dot that was growing larger and larger in their eyes.

Their doubts were quickly answered.

With a series of deafening explosions, Pierre's brother, Rufa, was killed instantly, along with no fewer than three hundred soldiers.

"Send word: there is no need to set up camp. Select three thousand brave warriors from the entire army and take the city in one fell swoop. Tell them that the families of the dead will receive one hundred gold coins and a house in Braavos."

Those who survive will still receive 100 gold coins, level up three times, be rewarded with beautiful women, a fine horse, and a house in Braavos!

Inside the large tent, Visser surveyed the assembled crowd and issued his orders: "When the leader returns, I will bestow upon him a baronship, and upon his return to Westeros, I will grant him a castle and lands!"

"Your Majesty, I am willing to lead the attack on the city!"

Franklin Fogh, a former key member of the Golden Company, saw the news and his eyes lit up. He immediately stepped forward and bowed to Visser.

"May the warriors and blacksmiths grant you strength." Visser immediately agreed.

The others immediately looked annoyed. What a pity! They were a step too slow, and this "deaf" one beat them to it.

Franklin didn't care what others thought at the moment. After Visser's order spread throughout the army, Franklin easily selected three thousand warriors and then impatiently led them to attack Mil.

"Hey guys, you can write your name or whatever you want to say on a balloon... Hey, thanks to my buddy [Second Middle School Top Student] for the balloon! Just you wait and see!"

On the long-winged dragon, a player with a smile as bright as a chrysanthemum wrote "Chen Meijiao, I love you" on a wildfire canister in his hand, then threw it forcefully off the city wall below.

Other players followed suit and started "selling goods" in the live stream.

This unconventional way of involving netizens in the game caused considerable trouble for the defending troops below in a short period of time.

One after another, fire canisters and bombs were dropped from the sky by these "bombers," causing bricks and stones to fly from the city walls and burying countless soldiers.

"Don't miss this opportunity, brothers! Let's bomb one more round and then leave. How about this, brothers, you don't even need balloons, just summon a sports car and we'll go. I'll give you a buy-one-get-three-free deal, okay?"

Apart from Deidara, who's a psychopath, the other seven players really went to great lengths to make money, shamelessly so.

Fortunately, this kind of live-streaming interaction was the first time it had appeared among the player community, so they really made a lot of money in this short time.

"Alright, that's enough. Our men are almost at the city; any more bombing and we'll end up blowing up our own people!"

Deidara, controlling his mount, turned back to look at his teammates and shouted.

Hearing the captain's words, the seven people, though still somewhat reluctant to stop, had no choice but to stop their "selling" activities and follow the captain "back home".

"Charge!"

Franklin Fogh, leading the charge below, was clad in two layers of armor and led his men up the ladder left by the vanguard to the top of the city wall.

They encountered no resistance on the way, for no other reason than that the defenders on the city walls had long been killed or wounded by bombs, and even their leader, Peel, was buried in some unknown pit. Why would the rest of them be willing to risk their lives?

Those who were lucky enough to survive have long since scattered like birds and beasts.

Franklin, with his three thousand men, easily captured the city.

"Let's go into town!"

Seeing the black banner with three red dragons fluttering on the city wall, Wei Sai, who was already prepared, spurred his horse and headed into the city under the protection of a group of guards in white and blue robes.

Above everyone's heads, the Black Death, Bellerion, roared and flapped his wings, flying ahead into the city.

The soldiers cheered wherever they went.

Although Bellerion was still young, he was a dragon, a real dragon.

With the dragon around, they can expand the territory wherever His Majesty goes.

After entering the city, apart from a few people who took advantage of the chaos to escape by boat from the port, all the remaining members of the Governor's Council were captured by the Blue Robe and brought before Visser.

"The three thousand surrendered soldiers were all added to the penance camp. All of them were hanged. The men in their families were sent to the penance camp, and the women were made camp prostitutes."

With a wave of his hand, Visser decided the fate of these "big shots".

"Furthermore, all slaves in the city are hereby granted their freedom. From this day forward, they are all free citizens under my Targaryen rule!"

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While Viserys's earlier orders pleased the Mil people, their faces remained expressionless.

But when the subsequent orders were relayed, the whole city was in an uproar.

This made Visser think that the city-state of Mil had a backup plan, and that it would give him a surprise attack from the center.

Although it is well known that the "center-blooming" tactic has never been successful.

It's important to know that within the city-state of Myr, the ratio of slaves to free citizens could reach three to one.

Viser's simple order won the support of most of the people in Mil....

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