I have to say that Jon's overall view is quite good.
Seeing the Dothraki retreat, they could easily guess that something had happened on another battlefield.
Otherwise, these Dothraki who came all the way with great fanfare would definitely not be willing to just run away in despair.
certainly.
This does not rule out that the Dothraki are luring them into taking the bait and setting a trap in advance.
If the defenders in Pentos city dare to chase them out, they will be killed without leaving any trace behind, and then seize the city.
If you just look at the unhurried retreat of the Dothraki outside, it does look a bit fake.
Although Jon Clinton is not very old, he is still an old commander and has rich experience. Of course, he will not take the initiative to be fooled like this.
And what kind of troops do others bring in the field with the Dothraki? The Unsullied, no matter how bad they are, are elite soldiers and strong generals.
And what kind of army was left for him in Pentos? A group of mercenaries and a defeated garrison.
Even if Jon Connington had the guts to chase him out, I'm afraid these soldiers wouldn't have the guts to follow him out of the city.
So the city of Pentos decisively chose to stand still.
And outside the city.
Among the Dothraki who were sparsely retreating, the grey-haired Mosoka'ol held the reins and sat upright on his horse, looking at the tranquility of the tall city of Pentos, showing no sign of wanting to chase him out.
Sighed slightly.
He is not willing to fail.
However, this was their only chance to seize the city, but the defenders in the city were not fooled, and Mosokao had no choice.
He couldn't press Jon's head so that he had to chase him out and walk into his trap. The war itself was a process of intrigue. If he didn't deceive anyone, he could only pretend to be real.
After all, the dragon-riding Khal, his Khaleesi and 20,000 troops are already on their way, and have cut off their retreat. The Dothraki can only break out in the direction of Myr.
Turn around and fight back?
But this idea only appeared in Mosokao's mind for a second.
Then he thought of the huge monster flying overhead that day, the pillar of fire falling from the sky and bombarding the ground, and countless tribesmen howling in the flames...
"Forget it."
Mosokao quickly shook his gray head to drive this terrible thought out of his mind.
"Withdraw."
Then the old Kaa sighed, turned the horse's head and pinched the horse's belly with his legs.
Tap tap tap…
The war horses headed into the distance.
The Dothraki come and go quickly. After all, they are a nation on horseback.
Moreover, the camp they set up was also very crude. If they could take away the things they could take away, they would just throw the rest here and then rob others.
Later, in the evening.
The Dothraki disappeared outside Pentos.
"It looks like the Dothraki have really retreated."
The tattered prince, who had been hiding in the restored prince's palace these days, finally came out.
Some time ago, the Tattered Prince was very low-key, never leaving the front door or taking a second step. As the prince of Pentos, it was as if he didn't know that the Dothraki outside had laid siege to the city.
Not even as good as the former titular prince, who would climb to the top of the city to pretend to boost morale when the city-state was in trouble.
However, the Tattered Prince actually has no morale-boosting effect, after all, everyone already knows his current situation.
Regardless of whether he was emptied out or not, he actually had no real power, not to mention that he, the prince, had taken it with his own hands.
Those mercenaries also committed many crimes during the bloody night. Not only the governor's family, but also many citizen families were attacked.
Ordinary civilians couldn't tell the difference between other mercenaries and the Fengchui Group, so they all put a shit basin on the head of the mercenary leader...
And now.
The Tattered Prince also received news of the Dothraki's retreat, and suddenly ran out for unknown reasons.
He even went to the top of the city to watch in person, looking at the backs of the Dothraki who were retreating with somewhat complicated expressions.
"Your Majesty the Prince... doesn't seem that happy?"
Jon Connington, who was standing aside, was wearing armor and holding the hilt of his sword with one hand, with an undisguised look of suspicion on his face.
When the gray-haired old man heard the words of the actual person in charge of Pentos, his expression suddenly changed slightly and he quickly shook his head.
"No."
"I'm very happy that the Dothraki have retreated. It's just a pity that the old man didn't personally go into battle to repel these thieves who invaded the territory."
"Is it?"
When Jon Connington heard the Tattered Prince's explanation, he frowned slightly, but didn't say much.
In fact, as long as the Tattered Prince doesn't commit suicide, Viserys will definitely not take the initiative to operate on him.
Jon had worked with His Majesty the King for some time, and he had some understanding of his temper.
Rewards and punishments are clear. If you have merit, you will be rewarded, if you make mistakes, you will be punished.
Since he had promised the Tattered Prince to become the Prince of Pentos, Viserys would not break his promise easily.
I would definitely not sacrifice the Prince in Ragged Clothes to the gods just because he lost the battle, or there was some natural or man-made disaster, such as floods, earthquakes, or crop failure.
Time flew by quickly.
Another two days have passed.
The Dothraki retreated, and reinforcements finally arrived.
Pentos has still kept the city gate tightly closed these days and does not open it easily, fearing that the Dothraki will suddenly come back with a carbine before they get far.
And two days later.
Woo——
The desolate sound of horns broke the silence in the city.
"what happened?"
"Have the Dothraki come back again?"
There are many refugees in the city of Pentos who had their homes destroyed by the Dothraki, and they were driven to the city of Pentos.
Then Jon personally led the cavalry out, repelled the Dothraki and sheltered the refugees into the city.
"Gods bless you!"
The sound of horns outside the city awakened the fear in the hearts of these poor refugees, and they took relief food and hid in the corner of the city wall, shivering.
What the soldiers at the top of the city saw was a scene completely different from what the refugees had imagined.
The top of Pentos City suddenly erupted into cheers that echoed through the sky, and the soldiers hugged each other excitedly and laughed heartily.
"We are victorious!"
"We defeated the Dothraki!"
Because they saw a flying figure on the horizon in the distance.
Their king owned three dragons.
This is something that no other city-state in the world can possess, and the soldiers of Pentos are even proud of it.
Travelers and merchants traveling to Pentos for the first time actually have the purpose of seeing the legendary dragon.
However, it is difficult for them to see the magic dragon.
After all, Balerion rarely stayed too much in the city of Pentos. He was too restrained here. The forests and sea outside the city were his paradise.
However, the gate guards of Pentos could pat their chests and brag to these inquiring travelers, with pride on their faces, as if Viserys was some relative of their own.
In the distance, a giant dragon flew in the air and roared.
And the Targaryen army, with no end in sight on the horizon, gradually appeared in people's sight.