Chapter 263 Siege

Today, the defenders of Pantos are roughly divided into several groups.

Part of it was the former Pantos garrison soldiers who had heard that all the governors had been burned and surrendered.

The other part is the mercenary who used to be the wind blowing regiment.

The mercenaries of the Wind Blowing Group have good personal combat effectiveness, but their discipline is still very poor.

Even after Jon's training, the time is still not enough to get rid of the bad habits.

And the soldiers of the former garrison were probably in the same situation. All of them were soldiers, and they would eat and take cards.

In addition, due to the imminent war, Pantos temporarily hired many mercenaries and wandering knights.

The combined combat power of these people is truly 'elite', bringing together all the crooked dragons and phoenixes.

If you really take these people out of the city wall and rush out to hunt down the Dothraki people, then I'm afraid it's really just meat buns beating dogs, and there will be no return.

"Your Majesty, we can stop the Dothraki just by defending the city walls."

"There's no need to go out and take that risk."

Jon Clinton hurriedly dissuaded him from Viserys' bold idea.

Although the deterrent power of the giant dragon is very strong, the main body of the war is still the army and soldiers, and the giant dragon is only a heavyweight that affects the outcome of the war.

Regarding this, Jon persuaded Viserys from the first time he saw Viserys that as a king, his people and his soldiers should still be the main thing.

Aegon's conquest of Westeros didn't just rely on dragons. He was afraid that Viserys would become famous at a young age and over-inflated, relying too much on dragons to solve problems.

He ended up being a man like his father, the Mad King, obsessed with power and trying to maintain his rule by creating fear.

Fortunately for Jon, though, Viserys doesn't seem like such a tyrant right now.

If all the soldiers of Pantos were dead, Viserys and a dragon would not be able to defend such a huge city-state, and in the end, he would just ride the dragon and abandon the city.

And Viserys smiled when Jon stopped him, shaking his head slightly.

He also knew in his heart that the soldiers of Pentos today were not the Unsullied, nor were the elite Andal warriors he once led.

It is impossible for such an impending soldier to fight the Dothraki in the field, and losing the protection of the city wall is a disaster for these people.

"Well, I see."

Viserys nodded slightly.

Then he glanced at the Dothraki who were camping in the distance. It seemed that the Dothraki were not ready to attack the city today.

And he also lost interest in continuing to watch.

Then the young king turned and walked down the wall.

The 80,000 Dothraki split up on the Great Plains, and the main force was three Khao and 50,000 Roaring Warriors to attack Pentos.

On the other side were 30,000 Dosrakis led by Dzeko Kao and Morocco.

They want to break through the Fortress of Souls, and then go north to reach Andalos.

The Dothraki, who had broken up to attack Imperium, met their enemy earlier than the main force.

The first fight was on the banks of the River Lorne.

A group of scattered 1st Legion cavalry and the Dothraki met and fought fiercely. In the end, both sides lost some soldiers and then retreated.

And received the news that the Dothraki army is approaching.

The Legion's commander-in-chief, Bessie Joyce, also ordered to shrink the line of defense, and 10,000 Andal warriors returned to the camp and boarded the city wall and the fortress, ready to defend against the Dothraki attack.

Soul Fort is still a semi-finished castle, and most of the soldiers are stationed in semi-permanent camps.

Therefore, they were almost in a field battle with the Dothraki, and the pressure was huge. Bessie retreated cautiously, showing the enemy's weakness.

Fortunately, the First Legion was composed of the first elite Andal warriors who followed Viserys. They had defeated Khal Drogo's troops and were not afraid of the Dothraki.

Unlike the Pantos defenders, they were one of the few troops that could fight the Dothraki in the wild.

It's just that this time the Dothraki army was much larger than them, and was forced to turn to defense.

A man in a military uniform and a metal mask climbed to the top of the city.

"Commander-in-Chief."

"Commander-in-Chief."

When the Andal soldiers on the towering walls of the castle saw their commander-in-chief, they hurriedly moved out of the way and greeted them.

And Bessie was holding the railing in her hand, and her walking posture was still a little awkward.

He was wearing bright armor and a white battle robe. The morning sun shone on him, like the holy light of the seven gods.

He was the son of a warrior, and the gods endowed him with courage and strength, and entrusted him with the sacred duty of defeating his enemies.

"May the warrior bless me and wait."

Due to physical discomfort, Bessie was still standing on the city wall with some crookedness, and then spoke in a hoarse and calm voice.

His dark eyes were bright and his breathing was well-proportioned, looking at the endless Dothraki below the castle, and the refugees they drove away, without any tension.

"May the warrior bless me and wait!"

The soldiers who followed behind Bessie Joyce had the coat of arms of the Targaryen three-headed fire dragon on their armor and a small seven-pointed star on their chest.

They also roared in unison.

It is clear that the Andal people on the Andas Plain have a fanatical belief in the Seven Gods.

This belief is also the driving force behind their tenacious resistance to the Dothraki attack.

"Rhaesh Andahli!"

This is the land of the Andals in the Dothraki language.

Riding on the tallest warhorse in the distance.

The Dothraki Horse King Zhekekao pulled out the Arach machete from his waist, pointed the tip of the blade straight at the Heroic Soul Fort in the distance, and let out a roar.

"Kill them all!"

"Tear down their stone houses! Take their wealth! Rape their women!"

Behind the Fortress of Heroes is the fertile and peaceful Andas Plain.

The holy seven gods once descended upon this land to crown the kings of the Andals.

immediately.

The endless Dothraki blew the horn of the siege, drove the captured refugees, and drove them under the castle.

"Commander, what should we do?"

And on the top of Castle Black.

Some soldiers of the First Corps saw this scene and felt some scalp tingling, then turned their heads and looked at their commander.

These rushing refugees will hit the horse traps, trenches and wooden horses they have arranged in advance.

The eyes under Bessie's mask narrowed slightly and took a deep breath.

"Tell them to stop and hide under the walls."

"What if they don't listen?"

the soldier asked.

And Bessie glanced at the soldier and didn't speak.

Immediately, he refused the support of the guards, and walked staggeringly towards the tower by himself.

Then time flew by.

soon.

The first day of siege was over.

The corpses that the Dothraki threw all over the place slowly retreated like a tide.