At a time when the political situation in King's Landing was in turmoil, wildfires finally arrived from Crown Town.
Accompanying him was the news from the bachelor of science through the crow.
Three days ago, the year 295 of the conquest ended and the time officially slipped into the year 296 of the conquest calendar.
Liu Qian stood on the high slope, looking at the land, and couldn't help but feel a hint of sigh in his heart.
He has been fighting for half a year, and now, the Three Daughters Kingdom is left with the solitary city of Mir in front of him, still stubbornly standing on the shore of the bay.
Under Mill City.
The wind blew through the scorched land and slaughtered barracks under the city of Mir.
The spoke convoy from Crown Town unloaded boxes of clay pots emitting an eerie green light.
"Your Majesty, it seems that the foxes of the free trade city-states do not have the courage to end up in person after all: :"
The Prince of the Cage walked to Liu Qian's side, looking at the motionless bay, with a hint of contempt in his voice: "Otherwise, their fleet should have anchored in the harbor long ago." "
Liu Qian's eyes still calmly swept over the fertile fields in the distance, shook his head, and his voice was low: "Never underestimate the cunning of merchants, let alone their determination to kill people with knives, they will not use their own blood to fill the trenches, but they will use the blood of others." "
The prince frowned slightly: "Your Majesty, you mean—"
The corner of his mouth hooked up with a sneer: "I'm just guessing, but soon, the answer will be revealed." "
Liu Qian raised his hand and waved forward.
The pyromancers and siege soldiers, who had been on high alert, immediately took action.
The heavy trebuchet winch made a sound, and the thick wooden throwing arm was slowly pressed down.
The soldiers carefully placed the clay pots into the net pocket of the trebuchet.
At the head of Mir City, the faces of the garrison officers instantly turned as pale as paper.
They recognized the clay pots.
In the fall of countless manor fortresses, it was this green fire from hell that burned the strong earthen stone walls and devoured countless lives.
News of the use of wildfires by the Orientals spread throughout the city.
They also tried to imitate it, but the siege cut off the key source of ore, and the pyromancers were clever enough to cook without rice.
At this moment, despair hung over their hearts.
"Spread out! Spread out! Leave the walls! "
The officer's roar was carried with the fear of changing tune, but it was too late.
"Buzz-bang!"
The dull roar of the trebuchet tore through the stagnant air.
Countless clay pots carrying destruction were thrown into the sky with great force, drawing arcs and slamming into Mir's scarred city walls.
"Boom! Wow! "
The clay pot hit the hard stone wall and shattered instantly.
A thick, foul-smelling green liquid splattered everywhere, covering large walled stacks and terrified slave soldiers.
Immediately afterwards, a burning rocket flew quickly and nailed into the splashing green liquid!
Boom one by one!!
In the deafening explosion, indescribable turquoise flames rose into the sky.
It seems to have life, frantically licking rocks and devouring the human body.
The ignited slave soldiers didn't even have time to let out a full scream, and in an instant, they turned into twisted and dancing green torches, and their flesh sizzled in the dazzling green light, quickly charring.
Under the high temperature, the surface of the solid stone wall quickly crumbled and crispy, and the large city bricks peeled off in the green flames.
The entire city instantly turned into a purgatory on earth, with a sea of green fire rolling and roaring, and scorching air waves wrapped in scorching and desperate breaths.
The first wave of flames has not yet subsided, and the second wave of wildfire projectiles has already arrived.
They smashed into another section of the city wall, and even fell over the city head into the city.
More pillars of green fire soared into the air, mercilessly engulfing soldiers who tried to flock to the gap or dodge.
The mournful mourning and sizzling sound of burnt flesh mixed with the roar of the collapse of the city wall resounded throughout Mir.
The Prince of the Cage looked at the green flame that devoured everything and said seriously to Liu Qian: "Your Majesty, when the wildfire subsides for a while, my wind blowing group is willing to be the vanguard and level this city!" "
Liu Qian nodded slightly, but his eyes were still sharply looking at the seemingly calm eastern plain.
In the distance, something seemed to be rushing towards them.
His intuition was never wrong.
At this moment-
—
A rumbling sound of muffled thunder came faintly from the distant horizon.
At first, it was weak, but it quickly strengthened, like countless giant drums beating at the same time between heaven and earth.
The soldiers, who had been shouting excitedly from the wildfire siege, instantly fell silent, and with a hint of uneasiness and doubt, they looked at the gray-blue skyline in the east.
The sound is getting closer and louder.
It was no longer a simple muffled thunder, but the terrifying roar of countless horses' hooves trampling the earth, mixed with a roar and roar full of primitive wildness.
The sound converged into an invisible wave, rolling in with a furious aura that destroyed everything.
Rumble a —!!!
It was as if there was a crack at the end of the earth.
A black tide line that was constantly wriggling and expanding suddenly appeared on the eastern horizon.
It was a torrent of horror made up of countless war horses and riders.
They all rushed in on horseback, all bare-chested, covered with painted leather vests, wielding blood-stained Arak scimitars.
Tens of thousands of Dothrak Roaring Martial Earth!
They converged into an unstoppable torrent of steel, with a wild momentum that destroyed everything, swept towards the flanks and rear of Liu Qian's army.
"Dodosraks!"
Some soldiers screamed, their voices changed with fear.
The morale that had just been high due to the wildfire instantly fell into the ice valley.
In the face of this world-famous people on horseback, known for their ferocity and destruction, the overwhelming sense of oppression made many recruits weaken their legs and their faces as pale as paper.
Thirty thousand? And even more!
This is an almost invincible force of terror.
The prince's face changed drastically, and he suddenly looked at Liu Qian: "Your Majesty! This! "
No matter how elite his wind blowing regiment is, it is difficult to resist the Ma Tide charge of this scale.
Liu Qian did not show the slightest panic on his face, but showed an expected cold smile: "Look, the 'reinforcements' of the free trade city-states are coming, and they are reluctant to give up their lives, but they are willing to buy the lives of the Dothraks with gold to fill them." "
His voice suddenly rose and resounded over the military formation that was somewhat agitated by fear: "Helina! Chai Yi! Herald! The whole army is formed, with a long shield in front and a spear behind! Get ready to take on the enemy! "
Military orders are like mountains!
The well-trained soldiers suppressed their fear under the roar of the officers and quickly changed formations.
At the forefront, the burly, heavily armored dragon spirit guards stood like rocks, smashing the huge tower shield into the ground, and the spikes on the edge of the shield were deeply embedded in the soil, forming a steel barrier.
The dragon spirit guards in the second and third rows steadily poked out the ten-foot-long sharp spears through the gaps in the special shields, and the cold tips of the spears flashed with the cold light of death, forming a dense forest of steel thorns.
The ordinary soldiers in the rear also relied on this steel barrier and clutched their weapons, although their faces were still tense and their hands were shaking, but the formation had initially stabilized.
Almost at the moment when the formation was just formed, the frenzy of the Dothraks had arrived.