Although Poplar Slope was not the legendary "dangerous place for military strategists", it was the best place to deploy troops within 30 kilometers.
The sun had just set. Danny stood on the hillside, holding the barricade made of poplar tree branches with her left hand and looking into the distance with a pair of binoculars in her right hand.
In the twilight, on the plains a kilometer away, pillars of smoke rose like a dense forest.
They came from hundreds of campfires. The swaying red flames in the night wind made people think that the curtain of the stars had fallen from the sky and covered the plains.
The tents of the slaves and mercenaries were like gray, yellow, brown, and red mushrooms that suddenly emerged from the field that was heavily illuminated by the fire.
With the help of the bonfire, Danny saw the tower in front of the other camp and the archers on the tower. In the camp, she also saw slave soldiers with spears in their hands and chains on their feet, Gith soldiers with yellow silk capes, and mercenaries wearing different styles of armor and leather armor.
There were also prostitutes who swaggered through the city, wearing thin clothes, carrying wine jugs and teasing the mercenaries who took advantage of them, and vendors who pushed carts and shouted loudly, providing all kinds of goods for the mercenaries and the Ji Si people.
A short and fat swineherd was driving a group of fat pigs through the campfire. From time to time, a mercenary would throw out a shiny silver coin, and then a fat pig would be dragged aside by a few smiling mercenaries. Knives flashed, and the dying fat pig would let out its last scream.
The footmen who sent messages, the slaves who sharpened their swords on the whetstone, the knights who took off the saddle from the warhorse, the coachman who scolded the poor colt in the stable …
All kinds of scenes were clearly imprinted in Danny's eyes. All kinds of voices, the cries of livestock, the sound of metal clashing, the smell of barbecued meat, cooking oatmeal, and the smell of horse dung, sweat, and urine mixed together, crossing the fence of the camp, floating across the fields and hills, surging toward Danny like a wave.
It was hazy, almost making her think that it was the sound of waves from the sea farther away.
Compared to the opposite side, the camp behind Danny was as dark as a ghost town. It was as quiet as the midnight movie theater in China when "Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker" was released. Other than herself, there was no audience …
The veteran general Barristan was not so strict. It was Danny who was so strict with her soldiers.
Whitebeard's previous guess was not wrong. A group of mercenary cavalry was 30 kilometers away from the main force. They were ordered to come to the village of Astapo to collect food.
Uh, the Anti-Dragon Mother Alliance didn't expect Danny to have the guts to come out of the city and fight.
The result was miserable. Less than 200 cavalrymen were besieged by Danny's 2,500 cavalrymen. Apart from a dozen cavalrymen who escaped, the remaining half were killed. The other half saw that the situation was not good and put down their weapons and surrendered.
Yes, the centaurs all rode on Dragon Horses, which had great endurance and speed.
After another day and another day, the other party finally arrived. When they arrived at the foot of the poplar slope this afternoon, Danny was shocked. Why did it look like an army of hundreds of thousands?
Could it be that the information was wrong? Or perhaps, another group of people joined them halfway through the sea route?
Then, Barristan taught her on the spot how to quickly estimate the enemy's strength, estimating that there were more than 70,000 of them, maybe more.
Other than 30,000 slave soldiers, 3,000 Yellow Silk Capes, and 5,000 mercenaries, the rest were all merchants and their slaves.
Just like how Danny had to arrange for the people to transport food, the enemy's 38,000 soldiers had been traveling for more than 20 days, and the amount of supplies consumed every day was a huge number.
Barristan was not surprised. He said to Danny, "In the war between the trading cities of Ursos, the merchants follow the fighting army like flies following a cow's poop.
They provide the soldiers with food, wine, medicine, prostitutes, and weapons. They also purchase broken weapons and armor from the victorious armies, as well as surplus military horses. They even buy the defeated soldiers as slaves. "
Then, Danny asked if the Westeros were like this.
Barristan nodded strangely, then shook his head. "The trading cities are more focused on commercial credibility. In Westeros … merchants also follow the army, but the merchants are usually the lords of the army.
For example, in Duke Tywin's army, most of the merchants are from Casterly Rock City or territories related to Casterly Rock City.
If the merchants of the enemy forces dare to go there, they will be eaten clean. Not to mention making money, they may not even be able to keep their lives. "
.....
Seeing the wooden gate of the opposite camp open and a group of riders holding torches running towards the poplar slope, Danny put down her binoculars and turned to Grey Worm behind her. "Light the torches and lead the way for the guests."
"The guests are here, light the torches." Grey Worm shouted.
After repeating this a few times, two rows of torches started from the middle of the slope and spread up the slope until they reached the gate of the camp.
And just 20 meters behind the gate, a wooden palace was built in the spacious open space. The walls were made of wood, the ceiling was thick canvas, and the interior was 100 square meters.
When Danny walked over, the wooden palace was already brightly lit.
Irri and Jiqi were waiting by the door. When they saw Danny, they immediately opened the leather curtain and said, "Khaleesi, do you need to prepare wine and food?"
Danny thought for a moment and said, "Bring some wine and hummus. Forget about the food."
"Yes."
The centaur maid knew how to ride a horse and was more adapted to military life. Doreah could not and was left in Astapor.
About ten minutes later, Bevos, who was still wearing a studded black vest, led three guests wearing polished helmets with black feathers.
"Your Majesty, these are the three captains of the Raven Regiment. They claim to have the same honor and authority, so they came together."
The three captains were of different races. One of them was a burly Gith with a wide face. He was close to 50 years old and had a lot of gray hair in between his black and red hair.
One of them was a Quils man with milky white skin and a bald head. There were curved scars on his face.
The last one was a Tyroshi man in luxurious clothes.
According to the information, the Gith man was called Pranda Nalji Sen. He had made many unfavorable comments about Danny in the Kaiyuan market. He also called for all the sons of the great harpies to join the battle of the "Mother Of Dragons".
The Quils man was called Sano.
Danny's focus was on the Tyroshi man called Dario Nahalis. He was the original Danny Rize's favorite lover.
Uh, the original Danny Rize was a little fly with strong desires. She liked both men and women. She had many lovers ….
After careful observation, Danny felt that the original owner's taste was too heavy.
Dario's mustache was cut into three and dyed blue. His eyes and hair were also blue. The mustache on his chin was painted gold and his fingernails were blue.
He was also in his early thirties. He was twice Danny Rize's age.
How did this flirtatious Dario attract the original Danny Rize?
Dani's expression was hidden behind her helmet, and no one noticed it. Only Dario was visibly disappointed when he saw Dani's gray-black armor.
Oh, the outside world said that the Mother Of Dragons was a peerless beauty with a voluptuous body!
Danny was not shy or afraid of being seen by others. She was afraid of death!
If a death warrior suddenly shot a "Torrential Pear Blossom Needle" at her, wouldn't it be too stupid to die?
Although the armor was ugly, she had deliberately made it less conspicuous, but it was sturdy. Dany had tried it herself. She had shot the armor with steel crossbow bolts from a distance of two meters, and the armor, which was relatively weak, was only dented and not penetrated.
She decided that in the process of marching and fighting, besides eating, she would also wear armor when sleeping.
Take a bath?
Sorry, she did not plan to take a bath these few days.
The fat eunuch first introduced the name and position of the mercenaries to Danny. Then he pointed to the Armor Queen sitting on the high wooden chair and said to the three mercenaries in a very proud tone, "See? The current Queen of Astapor, the Mother Of Dragons, Danny Rize the First! I say, you should kneel down and surrender immediately.
"Haha, I only see a pitiful worm hiding in the armor at night." When Danny was lamenting Dario's strange makeup, Pranda's loud laughter came from the opposite side.
"Captain Pranda, I'm a weak woman. It's a good habit to be cautious." Dani laughed softly. Her voice was clear and crisp, with the unique charm of a young girl, but the tone of her words was bone-chilling. "But the problem is, you are an old mercenary who has been in battle for a long time. How did you live to such an old age with such a big mouth?"
"What did you say?" The Gith's wide face was full of anger.
"I said, now I'm strong and you're weak. If you make me unhappy, you may not live long." Danny laughed.
"With your motley crew? Or, like taking Astapor, break the oath made before the negotiation and kill me here? "Pranda sneered loudly.
"Ellie, Jiqi, pour wine for the guests." Danny waved to the maid, then looked at the Gith Captain and said: "I didn't break the oath in the past, and I won't break the oath now."
Pranda was not polite, nor was he worried that Danny would poison him. He picked up the glass and drank it.
"Hmph, Astapor's benevolent lord treated you sincerely, but you took away their city. How is that not a violation of the oath?"
"Let me ask you, when I bought the Unsullied, did I buy it on credit?"
Without waiting for him to answer, Danny asked again: "After the transaction, can I move freely?"
"Then we can also attack you freely and kill you in the end." Pranda said coldly.
"You are not my opponent. This time, I asked you to negotiate to respect the traditional etiquette, and to persuade some people who don't deserve to die to escape the trip to hell." Danny said lightly.
"Woman, your threat is like the braying of a donkey, no threat!"
"A woman's words may not be a threat, but I'm not only a woman, I'm a descendant of Valleglia, Targaryen born of the storm, Khaleesi of the sea of grass … If these are not enough to make you feel threatened, then I'm the queen of ten thousand Unsullied, I have thirty thousand freedom guards under my command, and there are three Megalosaurus in the sky." Danny smiled faintly.
"Bah!" Pranda spat a mouthful of thick phlegm in Danny's direction and mocked: "I only see a Horse King's whore. After we win, I'll take turns to ride you with my mount, hahaha …"
Bevos pulled out his Arak scimitar, looked around, and asked: "White Beard, isn't it time for the Kingsguard to perform their duties? Let the strong man Bevus cut off his disgusting tongue! "
Barristan glanced at Pranda with sword-like eyes and said lightly: "No, Bevos, the Queen has guaranteed the safety of these people. Tomorrow, I'll perform my duty, and I'll remember the appearance of this square-headed Gith. "
"Sigh, it seems that we can't talk anymore? Commander Pranda. " Danny took down the broadsword on her knees and leaned back on the chair before standing up and making a gesture to send the guests off.
"Or, Commander Zano and Commander Dario have different ideas?" At the last moment, she asked.
"There's no need to sow discord, our answer is the same." The Raven Commanders stood up from their chairs at the same time, and Pranda stared at Danny as if looking at a dead person, "That is, no!"
After that, he left with his companions.
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