I Became the Mother of Dragons

      On the shore of the Eastern Sea of Slaver's Bay, the camp of the anti-Mother of Dragons alliance stretches. Although sellswords, slaves, traders, and prostitutes are mixed in the camp, the alliance army does not lack basic military literacy.

On the outskirts of the camp, there is a two-story tower every 100 meters, extending to 500 meters outside the camp.

There are two or three sentries on each sentry tower. They either hold bells or hang horns on their waists, and they will sound the alarm when they encounter enemy situations.

Dany's 2,600 cavalry left camp from behind the White Poplar Slope and headed east for two kilometers before turning north for three kilometers with the cover of jungle and weeds.

Then, in the dim morning light, it slowly lurked towards the enemy camp to the west.

Well, they didn't attack each other's camp head-on.

If Dany is assertive and does exactly what she wants, she'll definitely rush down the hillside to the enemy camp.

But the experienced veteran told her: Don't look at the chaos in the camp, there are even traders and prostitutes, in fact, the front of the camp is full of sellswords who are used to chaos and field warfare.

In addition, the opponent must have arranged layers of horse-repelling traps and trenches near the camp, and if they really rushed in, they would face a solid defense circle like small fortresses.

In simple terms, there are dozens of sturdy small camps inside the big camp. The big camp is loose, but the interior of the small camps where the sellsword groups are stationed is very tight.

Even if the regiment leader can't hold back, if he wants to find a prostitute to hold hands, he must solve it outside the sellsword camp.

Because of defense you did good, sellsword group members are more confident in the safety of their camp, and a single sellsword group is well-organized, even if there is turmoil in the night, there will not be the feared "camp battle cry".

——The head of the regiment is by your side, how do you shout?

The timid and disobedient have long been eliminated in countless battles.

This is the difference between the ancient armies in television dramas and the sellsword groups in reality.

So, instead of leading the army to attack the opponent's "Ironhead", Dany circled around and hit the enemy's "bending waist" from the side.

The breeze blew through, bringing a light sound between the branches of the forest and lingering in Dany's ears.

A grey dawn rises in the east, and the sky above seems to be covered with a cloud of lead, gradually turning from deep indigo to grey.

Dany, like other soldiers, leads her warhorse and crouches in the grass at half-human height. Although the little silver horse under her was biting wooden walnut bark and couldn't neigh, its body was not quiet, and kept stretching its hooves to scratch the wet and soft ground covered with fallen leaves.

There is the humming of the insect flapping wings, the Warrior's low-pitched breathing behind, and the occasional screeching of weapons colliding and mail slipping as the soldier's nervousness swirls.

But these voices also seemed hazy in Dany's ears, seemingly true and seemingly illusory.

While waiting, Dany kept thinking about it.

"Hula-"

A huge black shadow flew over her and the soldiers behind her.

It's Big Black.

When he flew over the sergeant's head, it meant that the front checkpoint had been captured by the Dothraki squad led by Aggo.

Dany got up immediately, led her horse and walked slowly in the grass, without her ordering, the other 2,000 cavalrymen followed suit, and consciously got up and moved forward after feeling the Dragon above their heads.

Well, they didn't ride horses. In order to save horsepower, they all led the horses for the five-kilometer journey.

"Whoosh-"

"Ughh–" The soldier on the sentry tower groaned in pain while clutching the tail of the arrow on his chest.

"dang dang dang…" The other guard on the sentry tower didn't even look at the injuries of his companions at all, he squatted down behind the wooden pillars nimbly, and at the same time frantically struck the bell in his hands.

"The enemy is attacking, there is an enemy attacking–" The shrill shouts quickly spread to the rear with the sound of the gong.

"Rumble…"

Finally, about 200 meters near the camp, Aggo missed.

Don't blame him, now that the sky is gray and white, the sun jumping out of the horizon in the east even started shooting golden rays to the ground.

In order to be more concealed, they could only squat in the grass and did not dare to get too close.

So, someone missed and all the sentries awoke at the same time.

"Move on!" Ser Barristan stood up and swiftly turned over on his horse.

The stealth's cavalry battallion no longer hides its whereabouts, let go of its inhibitions, and rushed out of the dark grass like a black cloud.

"dang dang dang… enemy attack——" At this time, the enemy's camp also responded, and the panic and fear in the voice, even Dany, 200 meters away, felt it.

"Hold on, hold on to speed, don't sprint!" Symon Stripeback snapped at the his Knights.

Dany grins.

That voice… the enemy in the opposite camp must have heard it too.

I still remember the day when I received the commissioned officer, Barristan said to her: The reason why I chose Symon Stripeback as the Commander, in addition to his honesty, stubbornness, loyalty and credibility, and unparalleled loud voice is also a huge factor. In fact, his own battle skill level is not high, or even unqualified.

But martial skills and commanding skills can be learned, but loud voices are born.

"wu wu wu ——"

As they approached the enemy's wooden fence, the ten-mile camp had already sounded a continuous low-pitched horn.

The first rays of sunshine in the morning, and the slavebmasters who fell asleep in the early morning struggled to wake up from their dreams.

"The Dragons are with you all!" Dany shouted as she pulled the little silver horse to a halt, and drew her long sword.

"clang clang clang" Thousands of Knights drew their swords or arakhs together and shouted in unison: "Long live the Mother of Dragons, long live Dragons, long live freedom!"

"Big Black!" Dany gave an order, and the Black Dragon came to the fence almost close to the top of the cavalry team.

"Boom—" It was as if a bundle of home-made grenades had been detonated, and the simple wooden stakes with sparks were blown away.

"Yuyu—"

"Moo—"

The fence is not a soldier's tent, but a huge stable that spreads for half a kilometer. The horses of the cavalry, there are the pack horses that pull the carriage, the beef cattle waiting to be slaughtered, and the bulls that pull the cart.

A little flame can only burn a few horses near the fence, but Dany's real killing move is Dragon's Fear!

"Squeak-boom–" Big Black fell to the ground, standing in the gap of the fence and swaying Dragonflame recklessly, the power of dragon was vividly and thoroughly revealed.

"Neigh—"

"Neigh—roar—"

The White Dragon flaps its wide wings and glides low above the panicked horses, fear spread uncontrollably among the herds.

"The warhorses are out of control, ah—" the groom in the warhorse camp howled mournfully.

"Boom–" A tall dark horse hit him head-to-head, and the scream just rose, and then quickly stopped.

"Yuyuyuyu…sī sī sī sī…"

The war horse's neighing in fear was very loud and almost covered the sound of rumbling hooves, the groom almost turned into a mass of bloody mud.

The grooms are just the beginning. When the horses want to jump over the fence and run towards the vast fields outside the camp, Big Black will pass the low altitude outside the camp at the right time, and once again put the horses back.

There was Big Black outside the camp to adjust the direction of the crazed horses, and there were also Barristan and a group of Knights in the camp who drove the horses in the rear.

Following the direction of the camp, from north to south, to harvest enemy lives.

Slaves who were shackled and locked by hand and feet, slave masters who burrowed out of their gorgeous tents with their belly up, prostitutes, sellswords, and merchants who were naked ran wildly, or screamed in a hurry, or scolded and drove the soldiers to formation, or squat on the ground, begging for mercy.

But under Dragon's Fear the frightened horses have no control at all, nor pity and reason, under ten thousand horses galloping, slaves and slave masters, sellswords and prostitutes, without any distinction trampled by the hooves.

As the warhorse camps were washed away by the horse herds, new horse herds continued to join the frantic run, and finally gathered into a dead coulter composed of tens of thousands of livestock, ploughing half of the camp.

And this is the beginning, there is a group of death behind the crazy horse herd, like fine steel combs, combing most of the destroyed camp.

Whoever wears Tokar robes, kill.

Anyone with a weapon, whether sellsword or slave, kill.

Anyone with long straight hair in black and red in gorgeous clothes, kill them.

Only the women and the shackled laid on the ground will not suffer any harm.

If you come across a tent with a bunting flag representing peace—most of them are merchants, and they consciously hang up a flag representing their identity after entering the battlefield—at that time, there will be Dothraki who will come forward and the people inside are strung on ropes.

The horse herd can't destroy all the tents. The vigilant sellsword groups will pile up solid horses outside the camp, and the smart ones will destroy the lit blankets, tents, etc.

The camp is so spacious, and there is a chance a tent was not hit by the frightened horses.

At this point, Dany shows up with her Dragons finally.

The Black Dragon "drives sheep" outside the enemy's camp. This kind of high-tech work can only be done with Dany's Dreki. The White Dragon and Green Dragon are temporarily transferred to the infantry, protected by a group of armored cavalry. And use the Dragonflame to clear out small camps of stubborn resistance.

"You betrayed your promise, we agreed to line up for a decisive battle in the afternoon, and you swore in the name of the ancestors of Targaryen."

In front of a gorgeous golden yurt, The dished Lord Wise Masters cursed and yelled at Dany, who stood tall.

It was already bright and early, and the horses had already crossed the Ghis coalition camp, slipped an arc, and went around the east side of the White Poplar Slope—The Green Dragon remained in the Unsullied column. In the center, the horses did not dare to lean over.

Ser Barristan galloped through the camp with two thousand cavalries, clearing the scattered enemy soldiers, and a hundred Dothraki cavalry was responsible for managing the prisoners of war.

Dany attacked the small fort with five hundred cavalry and the White Dragon.

Before, she had built more than a dozen camps and captured three sellsword group leaders, three Wise Masters or Great Masters.

This is now the fourth major slave master camp.

Strong Belwas and Aggo each held a door-sized iron-clad oak shield, Dany rode a small silver horse and hid behind, laughed, and said with a smile: "Lord Wise Masters, I gave it to you at noon yesterday. How was it written in the final battle letter?"

Without waiting for him to answer, she said loudly: "I swear in the name of my Ancestors, I have made an agreement with you that the two sides will have a fight under the sun. Look up at the sky, it's almost mid-day!"

"But…" The chunky Wise Master with a wing-shaped hairstyle, had his pupils dilated and wanted to shout: Last night you made it clear to all the sellsword group leaders that the attack time is in the afternoon, and let them decide before noon whether or not to attack you.

But Dany was right. Yesterday afternoon, before the Ghis coalition had set up camp, he received her letter of decisive battle. The letter promised that they would not launch an attack when their foothold was unstable, and agreed on the second Day under the witness of the Sun, the first battle will be won or lost, and it is not said that it must be in the afternoon.

Motherfucker, you have Dragons, The Unsullied, and a powerful army, how can you be so cunning!