Mill City, the only remaining pearl of the third daughter, is now tightly surrounded by Liu Qianmo's army.
The bustling port, once bathed in the warm summer wind, is now dead.
The wreckage of the chiseled ship floated on the surface of the sea, completely blocking any life from the sea.
On land, Liu Qian's barracks were like a sprawling steel jungle, surrounding the huge city adjacent to the bay, and the tall and majestic walls were scarred and full of fierce potholes.
Giant trebuchets roar day and night, throwing boulders wrapped in death roaring against the city walls.
Each dull thunderous impact was accompanied by stone chips and smoke, leaving new pits and cobweb-like cracks on the originally solid stone surface.
Liu Qian's wildfires had been used up before, and he had written to Coburn to produce another batch of wildfires and send them to the front line.
He didn't want to make it easy for the Mills until the wildfire arrived.
He ordered a trebuchet attack on the walls to demoralize the Mirs.
Liu Qianzhuo stood on a mound overlooking the battlefield, his eyes as if sweeping over the besieged city, his brows furrowed.
He was not worried about the battle situation, but was confused by the tenacity of his opponent.
His army cleared out all the manors, workshops, and satellite strongholds on the outskirts of Mir City, turning the city into an island.
According to common sense, the governors of Mir, who have lost their land and resources, should understand that resistance is only an increase in casualties, and early surrender is the right way.
However, the reality is diametrically opposed.
On the city walls, slave soldiers are numerous.
Their skin color is mostly warm olive or deep brown, and they are generally tall.
This is a distinctive feature of the appearance of the Loina people.
The Mir people do not have Valyrian ancestry like the Ris people, but have some blood relationship with the Loina.
At this moment, these slaves were driven up the walls by the Reese officers under the demons of the governors, filling the void with their flesh and blood.
Their armor was varied, from rusty chain mail to rough leather armor, and even more people were dressed in burlap clothes with only a threshold tower, shivering in the splashing stone chips.
Most of the weapons in their hands were just rudimentary spears, with rough wooden shafts and dull spearheads.
These slave soldiers with distinctive Loina characteristics were braving the rain of stone bullets, mechanically numbly filling the gaps in the city walls with rubble, dirt and temporarily cut wood, trying to repair the already riddled fortifications.
Every time a boulder falls, it is accompanied by a scream and a tragic state of limbs flying.
But the remaining slave soldiers turned a blind eye and still stepped forward, their eyes numb and continued to repair the work.
"How many slaves did the governor recruit?"
Liu Qian's voice was low and asked Jelena beside him.
Jelena's eyes were deep and her voice was cold:
"Your Majesty, according to the number of people on the city wall, there are at least 30,000 people, and they are all armed, although the equipment is a little rudimentary."
Liu Qian's eyes swept over the city wall.
At the stack entrance and the broken place, the figures of guards were densely packed.
The Mir people don't look like Reese's Valyrian characteristics, but more like the Loyna.
Most of them have warm olive or dark brown skin tones, black curls bonded in front of their foreheads, tall and slightly thin figures, and their eyes are full of exhaustion and numbness.
Their armor was varied.
Most of them wore worn leather armor, rusty chain mail, and even burlap clothes.
The weapons in the hands of slave soldiers were mostly spears.
These slave soldiers, with distinctive characteristics of Loina descendants, were now risking being hit by stone bullets, constantly repairing the broken battlements.
Jelena frowned and said:
"Why does Governor Mill think he can stop us? They have no chance of winning at all, no matter how many slave soldiers they send, it is in vain, although our trebuchets cannot destroy the main city wall immediately, but as long as the wildfire arrives, those city walls will not be able to stop us at all, do they expect the slave soldiers to create miracles? "
Liu Qian couldn't figure it out.
He took two steps, his eyes turned to the horizon farther away, and then looked at the endless fertile fields east of Mil.
He calmly analyzed: "Unless, they are waiting for reinforcements." "
The prince of the cage, dressed in silver and gray armor, answered: "Your Majesty, most of the free trade city-states are ruled by merchants, who are good at calculating costs and short-sighted, and there is a high probability that they will not assemble a large army to rescue Mir.
As for the mercenary group, the large mercenary group of Siessos has basically been eliminated by you in the disputed place, and if you want to talk about the remaining mercenary groups, only the Golden Order has the power to fight with us, but the Golden Order doesn't seem to want to intervene in this war, they are not nearby at all. "
Liu Qian nodded.
What the Prince of Ceremonies said makes sense.
Moreover, except for Braavos and Valantis, he did not pay attention to the rest of the city-states even if they sent troops.
Liu Qian was silent for a moment, and then decided: "Urgently order Coben, let him use all resources to produce wildfires day and night, and in addition, let Mezzo's intelligence network move and find out which city-states Governor Mir asked for help from?" What is their response?
Is there a fleet gathering? Is there an army moving? Anything that moves is immediately rewarded, with a focus on Valentis and Braavos. "
Meanwhile, King's Landing, the luxurious mansion of the Tyrell family.
A private study with expensive Mill carpets and intricate tapestries of gold rose heraldics hanging on the walls had a solemn atmosphere.
The Duke of the High Court, Mace Tyrell, was completely devoid of his usual complacency at the moment.
His fat body was sunk into a soft goose down armchair, his round face flushed, his stubby arms waving, and his spit flew, excitedly recounting the face-losing conflict with Ed Stark, the elegant but gloomy Duke of Langley Baratheon, who was sitting opposite.
After listening to the Duke of Metz's words, Lan Li's heart became even heavier.
His sharp eyes looked directly at the gushing Duke of Metz and interrupted him: "Lord Mace, it seems that you don't understand what Ed Stark means, I got the news, he already knows about our conspiracy. "
When Mace Tyrell heard this, his eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "How is that possible? We obviously..."
His words stuck in his throat, and he thought that Ed Stark was jealous of the power of the High Court, but then he realized that he had misunderstood Ed Stark.
It was a warning of their conspiracy.
The Duke of Metz's fat body was paralyzed, and the blood on his face faded, leaving only a pale pale look of fear.
He waved his hands cramped and said, "My lord, what should we do?" "
Looking at the gaffe Duke of Gaoting in front of him, Lan Li said unhappily in his heart: "Lord Mace, now we are on the opposite side of the Prime Minister, as long as he stabs our secret to the king, I will suffer, and the Tyrell family will not be spared, and the Lannisters will inevitably retaliate and trample us on the soles of our feet... Lord May, maybe... We need a new hand of the king: :"
The Duke of Metz gasped, his heart beating wildly.
He didn't expect Lan Li to want to bring down Duke Ed.
For a while, he had the intention of retreating in his heart.
He trembled: "Will this be..."
Lan Li's face was cold and he waved his hand: "It must be so, only in this way can we continue this game." "
He looked at the Duke of Metz, who was in a daze, and felt a strong disgust and contempt for this incompetent Duke of Gaoting, how much he hoped that the person in front of him at this moment who would discuss the decision with him was not Lord Inflatable Fish, but Lady Olena, the "Queen of Thorns".
The study fell into a dead silence, with expensive spices burning silently and smoke.
Mace Tyrell's fat body trembled slightly, and the expression on his face struggled violently under fear and pressure.
Ultimately, the desire for the pinnacle of power overwhelms.
He swallowed with difficulty and trembled and spat out a word:
"Okay.....
"
When Lan Li heard this, the tight string in his heart finally relaxed slightly.