Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

Before he died, Ser Aegor Rivers ordered that the skin and flesh of his skull be boiled off and the bones be plated with gold so that future generations would carry it into battle on the day they sailed west to restore their kingdom. Successive leaders of the Golden Company continued this tradition.

And now, these ghosts lost in a foreign country are back.

They have been waiting since the last captain, Sir "Blackheart" Mistoin, signed an alliance with Illyrio, the governor of Pentos.

The fat governor planned to marry the Targaryen princess to the Dothraki horse king in exchange for 50,000 roaring warriors to support the Beggar King's restoration. Then they would join this team and return to Westeros, but the Beggar King died unexpectedly. Then.

He put his hope in the little girl, and the Golden Group could only continue to wait.

When Westeros was in chaos due to civil war, and when the Dothraki came to the Free Cities, they knew the time had come.

Captain Harry Strickland led the Golden Company across the sea from Pentos.

At this time, the clouds were dark and the wind was tight, and the wind and waves were very noisy tonight. The ships could only fasten the anchors and furl the sails.

"Why not attack them by force? They are already at the end of their game."

When questioned from the opposite side, the homeless Harry Strickland tightened his flying cloak and said: "It is not a good job to attack by force. Besides, there are no gold coins waiting for you on this shabby island."

"How is the progress on Chaotou Island?" the group leader asked him.

"The defense there is not as good as here. It has been taken down."

Harry Strickland shook his body and said, "It's much colder in Westeros than over there. We should light some fires."

"Harry, you'd better take a look over there."

He looked east.

Dragonstone is like a mountain-shaped island with cluttered woods. The south side is mostly steep cliffs, while the west side is rugged rocky land. The east side is much flatter. There is also a beach near the sea.

Sentinels armed with spears and crossbows patrolled the camps on the east bank, and the strong wind crackled on the flags.

The sky was extremely dark and the air-conditioning was oppressive, making people feel listless. A dozen mercenaries huddled in a group and gathered around the arch fire, while some people leaned against the fire and slept lightly.

Occasionally the sounds of dice playing and singing can be heard.

It was as if a strong wind was blowing, and the sound of the wind was like the wail of the devil under the seven hells.

Moore sat by the fire, his spear placed beside his legs, arms crossed, and resting with his eyes closed.

The flames were burning through his eyelids, and he could only feel a bright red mass in front of him. Something suddenly flashed across the light, and Moore couldn't help but open his eyes slightly.

Half-lying up, he looked sideways at the sky. It was a white shadow, which was particularly bright in the dark night.

The shadow grew larger and larger in the dark night, until he could clearly see what it was.

The silver scales are as thick as metal, the head is like a high-spirited war horse, covered with various hard lines, the sharp teeth stick out from the mouth, and the wings are spread out like a soaring eagle.

He watched the monster swoop down, then spit out a huge burst of flames from its mouth, instantly engulfing the whole pile of people.

The flame was like a burning long sword, cutting the ground directly, and then moved forward continuously.

Woohoo~

The sound of the horn spread to the camp on the east bank.

Flames rose into the sky, and howls came and went.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The entire Dragonstone Island's attention was focused on the east coast. Flames were crackling and flashing. Thick smoke and dazzling firelight were emitting from the ships on the sea and the tents on the shore.

The situation on the east coast was naturally in the eyes of everyone on the castle. Their reinforcements finally arrived. The defenders on Dragonstone Island had long been ready to go. They only waited for a flash of flames, the gatehouse opened wide, and 900 aggressive soldiers came from the castle.

They fought their way out and charged all the way towards the west coast.

Three hundred cavalry charged forward, and the mercenaries stationed on the west bank also charged against them.

Soon the two streams of people merged together, shouting to kill, and fighting dazzlingly.

After a torturous battle, Davos led the soldiers who broke through the siege to a predetermined hidden coast, with the pursuers behind them closely. If the reinforcements did not arrive, this would be their graveyard.

The fog on the sea was full of mystery, and there was nothing but the roaring sea wind. Davos looked at the sea in silence. When the maester brought the injured raven and the letter to him, he wondered in his heart whether this would happen.

It's a trick of the enemy.

The calm sea seemed to tell him that this was an enemy's plan to lure them out of the city.

Enemies have surrounded us from all directions.

Davos held the long sword and turned back from the sea.

He felt that the team began to become restless, and despair spread instantly. Ja'fari Dondarrion leaned next to him and asked him loudly: Where are the reinforcements?

Lord Hugh Granderson of All Seeing City suggested that they give up their resistance.

"Here they come! They're coming!" someone shouted.

All eyes looked towards the sea. The sharp bow pierced the fog like a spear. Five warships came riding the wind and waves, dozens of pairs of oars shaking.

A boiling war cry instantly erupted from the coast, and they quickly formed a formation to meet the reinforcements.

The horn sounded on the sea, the battleship docked in the bay, countless tenders were put down, and the ships carrying soldiers quickly rowed towards the coast. After the battleship, there were six sea ships slowly approaching.

Under the cover of the troops on the shore, the landing troops successfully landed. The addition of reinforcements boosted their morale, and the mercenaries were quickly killed.

Camilo took the lead and walked to Davos's side, "Sir, I have been ordered by Lord Cole to come to meet His Majesty the King."

Davos shook his head. "The king is already."

Camilo was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Then please board the ship as soon as possible and we will cover you."

After being picked up by the tender, they quickly retreated to the sea.

The flames on the east coast are still spreading, and the Golden Group's attention has long been attracted here.

"Fire the arrows! Fire the arrows!" The officer directed the mercenaries to attack the flying monster with bows and arrows.

His speed is too fast.

Harry Strickland came with soldiers from the fishing village's harbor to support him.

Soon the white shadow flying in the dark night came into their eyes.

Dragons have not appeared on the continent of Westeros for hundreds of years. People have different opinions about their appearance, but everyone is certain that dragons can spit out hot flames.

It was through this monster that the Valyrians built the huge Valyrian Free Fortress, and the Targaryens also conquered the continent of Westeros through dragons.

After wreaking havoc on the east coast, the giant white dragon rushed into the night and disappeared.

What he left behind were corpses that were burned beyond recognition, blazing flames, the camp and the sea in panic, and the sounds of wailing and giving orders could be heard everywhere.
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