Looking around, the ground was dyed red with blood, the tents were burning, and the collapsed wooden fences were billowing with smoke. The smell of blood and fire surrounded his nose, and he could hear the yellow-silk caped guards panting in fear.
Further away, there were soldiers lying on the ground, waiting for their final release. From time to time, they would let out moans that hovered between the world of the living and the underworld.
Beside him were several dismembered corpses that had been trampled into a bloody mess by the horse's hooves. It was hard to tell whether they were human or horse corpses.
The short and fat sage shuddered. This is hell, how did I come here? Right now, I should be sitting in the garden at the top of the pyramid, feeling the softness of the maids' breasts with my feet. I should be drinking black beer and Mill fire wine, enjoying roasted larks with black truffle and caviar from the Sea of Sighs.
Yesterday's "hundred thousand" army was reduced to a mess this morning. Victory was really decided in one battle!
It was too cruel.
However, as the commander of the allied army, this sage was also outstanding. He quickly threw away his thoughts and shouted with bloodshot eyes, "The son of the harpy will never surrender!"
Dani did not waste any more words and took a few steps back. "Hualala", along with the sound of chainmail clashing, a hundred armored cavalry dismounted from their horses and took down bronze shields the size of pot lids from their saddles, quickly forming a shield wall in front of the small wooden stronghold.
Following that, the large group of cavalry dispersed, revealing Little White who was crawling on the ground.
Danny rode on the little silver horse and stroked White Dragon's head. "Go up and give them a good beating."
"Squeak —"
Little White's front wings supported its body, and its two sturdy hind legs stomped on the ground as it came to the back of the shield wall.
"Dracarys (Dragon Flame, Valleglia)!" Danny shouted.
With a clatter, the shield wall cracked open, and Little White stretched its slender neck out like lightning.
"Boom —"
The sage was puzzled. Suddenly, a red light flashed in front of his eyes. Seven to eight meters long scarlet dragon flame instantly burned through the solid wooden barricade and the fence behind it. The outer flame directly swept through the archers in front of him.
"Ah — fire, I've been set on fire, save me —"
"Ah, my eyes, my face, mother, mother, save me —"
"Dragon! Oh God, the enemy has a Megalosaurus! She really is the Mother Of Dragons. No one is a match for a True Dragon. "
The dragon flame did not touch many people, but the Gith warriors in yellow silk cloaks were already frightened. The bows and crossbows in their hands were thrown to the ground, and they ran away from the flames.
"Let's go!" Danny waved her sword and shouted.
"Huff, huff, huff!" The 100 soldiers who formed the shield wall shouted in unison and marched forward at almost the same pace.
"Boom — Boom!"
The tall barricades and wooden fences collapsed in the fire. The iron boots of the Shield Wall Warriors stepped on the red wood and hot ground as they slowly but firmly pushed into the camp.
Danny held Little White's hand and followed behind the [Shield Wall]. Every ten seconds or so, she would wait for Little White to recover before shouting, "Dracarys!"
Then, a window cracked open on the shield wall, and Little White stretched its mouth out to spit fire.
On Danny's left, right, and back, there were 100 armored knights guarding her.
"Ah-"
The flames in the 100-meter-long and wide camp seemed to make people mistakenly think that they had come to the flame purgatory.
The soldiers' clothes and cloaks were almost ignited when they touched the dragon flame. The tall fences that once gave them a sense of security became a death talisman. The Gith soldiers cried and slashed the thick wooden stakes with their scimitars, but it didn't help.
The scene that made the morale completely collapse happened. Finally, there were unlucky people who couldn't escape and had a dragon flame wash their faces. Under the gaze of everyone, their eyeballs, faces, and heads quickly melted into a pool of dark red liquid as if they were candles in high temperature.
"I surrender, I surrender!" The Wise Lord sat in front of the gorgeous tent, and his face was covered with snot and tears.
But at this time of chaos, people were shouting everywhere, and Danny couldn't hear it at all.
However, Danny didn't intend to burn the slave owner, otherwise, the luxurious tent made of golden thread behind him would have been ignited.
Finally, seeing the enemy's formation completely collapsed, Danny stopped Little White and shouted, "Surrender!"
Five hundred unscathed warriors roared in unison, "Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender!
Surrender! "The yellow silk cloaks threw away the weapons in their hands one by one in frustration, lowered their once proud heads, and knelt on the ground without saying a word.
"Ago, tie them up." Dani gave orders to her Bloodridge Guards and left with the Iron Shield Cavalry. There were still other stubborn camps waiting for her …
In the three-kilometer-long camp, Danny and Barristan led the armored cavalry and the dragon from north to south, from east to west, and from west to east.
Many times, Danny was protected by hundreds of armored cavalry, but her sword was also stained with blood several times, and her armor was also clanking in the rain of arrows.
No one was a fool. When the other small camps saw the miserable scene of the fire dragon wreaking havoc in the camp next door, they naturally wouldn't wait for the fire to burn. They either rode their horses or ran with spears and swords, charging out of the camp together and charging at Danny's cavalry.
Of course, not every one of the 2,600 armored cavalry was equipped with armor, but the five hundred cavalry protecting Danny were the most elite fully armored cavalry.
And she also had a dragon, which used endless pressure to make the enemy's horses go limp on the ground, and even overturn their own masters.
So in every wave of enemies, Danny and her five hundred cavalry crushed them in a head-on clash.
From morning to noon, Danny was covered in blood, and she was so tired that Little Silver almost fell off his horse.
There were seven or eight arrows hanging from the gaps in her blood-stained dark gray armor, and there were also several deep scratches on her arm and chest plate. It was clear that she had really fought with her life on the line.
Oh, at the same time, it also showed that equipment was really important!
As the cavalry met up with the Unsullied army in front, the battle came to an end for the time being.
Danny sat on a burned wooden stake, gently stroking the seven or eight holes in her blood-stained sword. She couldn't help but think of the small mercenary whose scimitar she had cut in half.
The brief confrontation between the two of them had been the most dangerous battle she had fought today.
At that time, the cavalry on both sides had been about to collide. Little White roared from behind, and the enemy's horses that had never eaten "dragon essence" immediately went limp. One of the cavalrymen didn't step on the stirrup, and under the huge inertia, he flew seven or eight meters directly in front of Little Silver.
He was also unlucky. Little Silver lost strength in its front hooves and was tripped. Danny also fell uncontrollably on the horse's back.
Even though the cavalry immediately stopped to protect her, Danny rolled into the chaotic battlefield and came face to face with the cavalryman who had fallen off his horse.
Needless to say, the two raised their weapons and slashed at almost the same time. Danny used a two-handed sword, and the other used a slender arak scimitar.
That scene … was almost a replay of the battle between Chora and the centaurs. Danny couldn't keep up with her opponent's speed at all. Her arms, thighs, and chest were slashed until sparks flew everywhere.
Fortunately, she had asked Whitebeard earlier on how to deal with such situations.
Yes, she had also asked Chora about Mormont.
Chora told her not to try to see the edge of her opponent's blade, because no matter what, she couldn't see it clearly. She didn't have to be afraid of being stabbed. She just had to ignore it and attack the opponent's vitals.
Barristan, on the other hand, taught Danny that Chora's "reckless all the way" wasn't wrong, but it was best that she didn't learn it. Because she was a woman, her armor wasn't as thick as his, and her strength was far from his.
Weak meant that the opponent could block her attacks; thin armor meant that she could only take a limited number of attacks.
Well, the plate armor could also be damaged.
Another point was that the scimitar was far less heavy than the two-handed sword. The arak scimitar was generally only four or five pounds, while Danny's bastard sword was more than ten pounds. Barristan's sword was even 20 pounds. With Chora's strength, even if the scimitar blocked the sword, it could only slow down the speed of the sword. Danny didn't have enough strength, as long as she blocked it, she could really block it.
For Danny, the best way to deal with her was to not think about attacking her vitals. First, try to disrupt her opponent's rhythm, then look for a flaw and kill her in one blow.
How to disrupt the opponent's rhythm?
Look at his arm holding the scimitar, and judge the approximate range of his blade according to the movement of his shoulder. It was almost impossible to accurately predict the position of the blade based on the shoulder in this "low martial arts" world. Then use the sword to attack the part of his body that was the furthest away from the blade. The opponent wasn't wearing armor, so he would definitely be injured if he was hit.
If the opponent didn't care, then exchange injuries with him. You have a full body armor, so you would definitely have the advantage. If the opponent forcibly blocked, then his movements would change drastically, and there would definitely be a flaw.
As for what the flaw was, it varied from person to person.
Just as Whitebeard said, when Danny did that, she found a flaw in the opponent: the mercenary's scimitar was far less sturdy than her steel sword!
Her sword only had a gap the size of a grain of rice, but the opponent's blade had a gap as deep as the knuckle of a little finger.
She couldn't help but think of what Whitebeard had said: good steel was hard to find in this world. In Westeros, only the blacksmiths of King's Landing could make excellent weapons. Most mercenaries and even nobles used iron swords of poor quality. Therefore, the bronze weapons of Queers and Slave Bay were not eliminated.
Well, the Queers camel cavalry used bronze scimitars and spears not because they were poor. On the contrary, no city dared to say that they were richer than Queers.
They used bronze weapons only because bronze weapons were enough to deal with the current enemy.
But I digress.
After Danny found that the opponent was the mercenary that Whitebeard had said was "so poor that he could only use poor weapons", she fiercely hit the scimitar with her sword.
The unlucky guy also realized Danny's purpose, but he had to block. If he couldn't block with his scimitar, he had to block with his flesh. Finally, with a "clang", his scimitar broke into two. Danny's sword didn't stop and split his head in two.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but secretly swear in her heart, "In the future, no matter what, I will get a full body armor of Valleglia's steel. Yes, and a Valleglia's steel sword."
The grey worm walked through the smell of blood and fire, crossed the fallen wooden fence that was emitting white smoke, and came to the ruins of the camp. He saw Danny sitting on the charred wood in a daze.
Her white dragon was also lying on the side, biting a charred warhorse.
Sensing someone coming, he raised his ferocious dragon head vigilantly, and two small flames spurted out from his nostrils. When he saw the grey worm's appearance, he lowered his head and continued to suck on a bloody thigh bone.
"Your Majesty, how should we deal with the besieged mercenary corps?" The grey worm asked respectfully.
He saw the bloodstains and scars on Danny's armor, and his respect for her deepened.
The Mother Of Dragons could not only control the Megalosaurus, but she could also slash people with a sword like a warrior. How could he not be in awe?
It had to be said that although Danny had encountered some danger in today's battle, after the baptism of iron and blood, her prestige in the hearts of the soldiers had more than doubled.
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