Chapter 302 The Battle of Meereen
The heavy rain poured out, extinguishing the raging fire of the pyramid in one fell swoop. The pitch tanks projected by the "Six Sisters" trebuchets that the Yunkai people worked hard to create were mostly useless. They poured on the surface of the city wall and were extinguished by the heavy rain, leaving only a ball of embers rising. A wisp of black smoke is better than nothing.
Rego and Viserion quickly left the sky. Rego went to the black Great Yahzan Pyramid to find his lair, while Viserion rushed to the opposite hill and climbed over the mountains away from the city.
Without the dragon, it is now within the sight of the gods. Jorah thought to himself, instinctively stopping in front of a tree, but there is no heart tree in Meereen, so of course the old gods cannot look down upon it.
He is far away from home.
The arena has been closed and the Sons of the Harpy are still rampant in the city, but this is none of his business.
Jorah's attendants put on the armor for him and brought the "Atonement" to him.
"Saddle and armor the horse well," he ordered, and then watched the attendants put on the saddle and put armor on the horse's back and head.
"Here you go, sergeant." The attendant handed over the reins. Jorah nodded and got on the horse.
He walked his horse and walked quietly along the pyramid. Less than a hundred of the Queen's Dothraki cavalry were left to guard Meereen, and most of the remaining ones followed the Queen's Blood to the Dothraki Sea to find the Queen.
But the combatants in the arena and the Unsullied under Gray Worm are still there.
It was raining heavily, but the "Six Sisters" did not stop bombarding the city. Bodies were flying in the air and hitting the streets of the city with the raindrops. The smell of decay, along with the splashing pieces of meat, filled the overflowing water vapor. The brick floor of the street began to burst. Rot worms and maggots were everywhere, leaving mottled red and purple blood stains on the ground.
"They want to throw the 'Pale Mare' plague into the city?" Jorah thought to himself, and then smiled mockingly to himself. The Pale Mare was already everywhere on the streets of Meereen, so what would it matter if there were a few more corpses. Fortunately, most of these horrific corpses were blocked by towering towers, protruding parapets and defense towers.
The rain stopped when the sunset showed a red line on the sky, and the night drooped. The eaves were dripping, and the soldiers stopped walking. Rows of soldiers faced the falling night, letting water droplets slide down their helmets and on their breastplates. Leaving traces on it.
Jorah held his sword and walked in front of the soldiers. He looked up at the three-headed dragon banner of the Targaryen family, with a red dragon and a black background. It seemed as if history was moving into reality from behind the rain curtain, distant yet close.
Five thousand Unsullied stood with their backs as straight as statues, each carrying three spears, a short sword, and a shield. There is a torch lit every five steps of the pyramid. The light of the fire is sudden in the night, shining on the spiked helmet of the Unsullied, facing the red line of the setting sun, watching it gradually fade.
The chess players took the lead, riding towards the gate tower with countless Targaryen red dragon flags. Jorah rode at the forefront of the chess players, listening to the panting of the horses, the hoofs on the broken bricks, and the jingling of swords and scabbards. , the sizzling sound of the burning torch continued.
"Cavalry charge," Jorah told the surrounding captains. "When their legions are in formation, outflank them, either from the rear or on the flanks, but don't face their spears head-on."
"Then," he breathed, blowing away the soot from the passing torch, "go straight to the trebuchet and take it or destroy it."
"Break into the nobles' tents, free the slaves, burn their tents, take more heads from the nobles, and create a noise." Jorah repeated what he had already told him, over and over again.
"Once surrounded," he deliberately emphasized, "no matter how much honor you have in your heart, only by conserving your strength can you better defend the queen. The latter is the higher honor. Retreat immediately and don't be reluctant to fight."
"The best time will be when their commander orders the cavalry to engage us. When the horn sounds, Gray Worm and his five thousand Unsullied will come over to fight."
Jorah took a deep breath and said, "Pray to your god. There will be a sleepless night next."
The iron-clad city gate opened, and a sudden silence flowed into the city gate downstairs. Jorah held his breath, watching the bonfire burning in the tent in the distance, and listening to the endless frolic in the distance.
The company camp of the mercenary regiment stood in front of them, and the Iron Legion of New Reese was not far away by the river mouth.
"Kill~" The sound of fighting surged from a distance and floated in the air.
Jorah gently pinched the horse's belly and said, "Attack." He raised his cavalry spear and rushed out.
The cavalry rushed out in groups, "Kill!!!~" As the Targaryen red dragon flag surged out and unfolded, the sound of killing also spewed out, pouring outside the city of Meereen.
The drums beat, the enemy reacts, and the slave soldiers form groups.
"Timing." Jorah turned the horse's head first and ran towards the right.
In an instant, the cavalry dispersed, and the mercenaries loyal to the queen turned around.
The thick smoke was obscured by the night, but the overflowing firelight still illuminated them brightly. The slave soldiers looked disgraced and watched the cavalry pass in front of them. The cavalry moved all the way to the right, divided into two groups, and went straight to the flanks of the slave soldiers and the tent camp of the nobles.
The cavalry moved all the way to the left, avoiding the sharpness of the spears, outflanking them from the rear, and tried to intercept the flanks.
"Roar!~" A dragon roar came from behind. Jorah didn't have time to look back. Instead, he caught a Yunkai officer among a group of slave soldiers. The golden armor shone brightly even under the cover of night. , he handed the lance in his hand forward, and immediately poked a hole in the Yunkai officer's shoulder. With a horizontal thrust of the lance, the Yunkai people died in grief. When the golden armor plopped to the ground, the slave soldiers swarmed around him. They lay on the ground and pulled the corpse, no matter how much the officer's cronies tried to stop him, it was useless.
"The Dragon Queen is the liberator! The liberator of the slaves, you are the free people!" Jorah shouted loudly, threw the lance out, pulled out "Atonement", and swung the sword downward, countless iron armors peeled off like soft mud, Flesh and blood are also peeled off.
"Roar!~" Dragon flames descended in front of them, and the "Old Shrew" trebuchet of the "Six Sisters" was immediately ignited, but the crossbow machine was activated, and the arrow was turned to aim at the dragon still hovering in the sky.
Jorah recognized it, rode forward, and pulled out the lance from the corpse, ignoring the many scratches on his breastplate and the arrows growing wildly beside the horse's hooves like weeds under his feet.
"Brother Rhae!" he shouted loudly, "leave quickly!" Jorah jumped up, and the lance flew away immediately. The crossbowman was hit in the chest and lay down stunned.
The arrow also flew close to his face, shattering any trace of happiness in his heart.
The war horse was frightened, its front hooves were raised forward, and its head was thrown back. Jorah was thrown out and fell to the ground.
Looking up, the noble's tent was filled with flames, and the enemy's mercenary group was in chaos.
The attendant chopped a slave soldier to the ground and took Jorah's hand. "The Second Sons turned against us. The mercenaries cannot rush to rescue this group of Yunkai slave soldiers."
"Where is the Iron Legion of the Lysians?" Jorah asked. He wanted to know the situation at the North Gate. It was the enemy's most elite legion. Seeing the wide open North Gate, they had already tried to attack and took the lead in breaking into Meereen City. In front of them, they decisively gave up rushing to rescue the Yunkai people without even thinking about it.
The attendant shook his head, "I don't know."
"Be careful!" Jorah Mormont pulled the attendant and used his arm armor to separate the Yunkai man's blade. A stream of blood flowed outward. "Atonement" swung forward and cut off the Yunkai man's head.
"Let's go, we need to blow the horn." He pointed to the saddle, and the attendant picked up the horn. He took a big breath and blew the horn.
"Woooo!~"
The Yunkish cavalry arrived just in time and stabbed the squire in the head with an arrow.
Jorah had no time to grieve, he raised his Valyrian steel sword and swiped it close to the ground. The Yunkai man suddenly fell to the ground and was crushed by the whining horses.
"Dong dong dong!"
The Unsullied marched forward in neat ranks, aiming their spears at the assembled Yunkish cavalry.
"Get up!" One of our own cavalry rushed over and grabbed Jorah's arm. The latter also struggled to hook the horse and turned over to sit on his back.
"Rumble!" There was a roar from the north gate. A burning warship rushed into the pontoon built by the Lysians. Countless longships docked from behind, and the Greyjoy family's flag was lit.
"Ironborn?" Jorah gripped the sword tightly, "Are they on our side?"
The Iron Legion of the Gith poured into the north gate. Jorah could not imagine what would happen to Simon "Scarback", but the Iron Legion could never imagine that there were enemies on the sea too - the shield formation of the Ironborn Marauders attacked from behind. .
"Boom!" Another trebuchet collapsed.
The situation was over, Jorah smiled, patted the horse's butt, "Let's go back to the city."
The cavalry speeded up and did not stop until they reached the city gate tower.
(End of chapter)