Chapter 166: Drakon Cavalry, Unexpected Reinforcements
The Vale, Outside Iron Oak City
"Charge!"
Amidst the stirring battle cries, the allied army from the Vale surged like a tide toward the Mountain Clans warriors holding out in the wooden fort.
These warriors from the Bright Moon Mountains were once famous for their sharp attacks and unyielding fighting spirit, but today, they played the role of defenders, guarding the wooden fort they had built piece by piece to face the enemy's challenge.
In the past, the Mountain Clans warriors always played the role of attackers; their bravery and decisiveness struck fear into all their enemies.
Even so, their equipment and weapons were far from comparable to those of the common soldiers of the Vale.
In many cases, they had no way to harm the regular troops or forces of the Vale except by relying on ambushes and using the terrain of the Bright Moon Mountains.
However, today the situation was quite different. Under Jon's guidance and careful instruction, these clansmen had not only learned how to build cities and forts, but more importantly, they possessed powerful equipment and weapons.
During this period of continuous fighting, the more than 5,000 clansmen under Timot's command had basically learned to follow orders instead of charging blindly as they had before.
Under Jon's remote command, Timot used the power of the "heart of the moon god" to bring these unruly clansmen into submission.
It was precisely because of Timot's training that these guys built the wooden fort tall and sturdy, and they also made good use of their mountain combat advantage by cleverly digging a series of trap-filled trenches on the fort's periphery.
These trenches were not only unfathomably deep but also hid various mechanisms; once the enemy rashly approached, they would surely fall in and be unable to extricate themselves.
Under Jon's guidance, the Mountain Clans warriors were no longer simple killing machines; they became more resourceful and strategic.
It was also because of these days' experiences that these clansmen understood that true victory relies not only on force but also on wisdom and patience.
Therefore, under Timot's leadership, these clansmen not only put a lot of effort into the fort's defense but also made ample preparations in tactical deployment to ensure they could preserve their strength in this battle.
Yes, from the start of the war until now, Timot had never exerted his full strength; he had always been conducting defensive operations.
"Lord Timot! We clearly have more men than they do, why are we still defending here?"
Shaga had been like someone playing whack-a-mole these past few days, knocking the heads of those besiegers on the city walls every day.
After completing the task of attracting the enemy, Timot converted those siege engines into a wooden fort the day before the enemy arrived. The Vale allied forces, realizing they had been deceived, immediately launched an attack on Timot's troops.
Over these days, Timot had been maintaining a state of feigning weakness, making the Vale people completely unable to see his army's true numbers. It was precisely because he always appeared so vulnerable that the Vale alliance felt there was an opportunity to exploit.
Through Timot's arrangements, all the scouts and messengers coming out of Seagull Town these days had fallen on the road. Coupled with Jon's control over Seagull Town, the Vale soldiers coming to support Iron Oak City still had no idea that Seagull Town had fallen.
"This is Lord Aegon's arrangement. Our troops have already arrived, and our goal isn't these small fry coming to besiege us, but that castle. Don't you want the castle?"
"When will Lord Aegon arrive? My sons and I are all waiting to cut off those enemies' ears!"
Although the defensive battle these past few days had been very successful, Chella of the Black Ears had long since become impatient. In her view, they now possessed great strength and had no need for any schemes or trickery.
If it weren't for Timot's great strength and the fact that many people had come to respect him over these days, someone would have probably run out to raid like those people from the Moon Brothers tribe.
"Lord Aegon has already said that everything must be done according to his arrangements. You are different now. Do you still want to live like savages in the mountains as you did before?"
"Uh..."
"Hm..."
After hearing Timot's words, these two also shut their mouths. Having witnessed the prosperity of the Vale these past few days, they no longer felt any attachment to the harsh and barren Bright Moon Mountains.
"If you listen well, you will have more and better things, instead of staying in the mountains gnawing on stones for the rest of your lives. Alright, Lord Aegon has sent me word; they will be here soon!"
After hearing Timot's words, these two suppressed their restlessness and waited patiently.
"Have those guys on the walls pretend to retreat!"
Seeing more and more enemies, and with signs of movement appearing from Iron Oak City, Timot directly gave the order to those around him.
The wooden fort they built had three levels, each higher than the last. The level they were on was about as high as the walls of Iron Oak City. It was because of this position that they could observe the movements of Iron Oak City in a timely manner.
As the enemy's offensive grew more intense, the Mountain Clans warriors in the wooden fort received orders from the rear. Although some bellicose fellows still didn't want to retreat, when they thought of Timot's terrifying figure, they followed the orders and began to fight and retreat simultaneously.
Meanwhile, in a tower of Iron Oak City, a lookout quickly put down his myrish tube and said to his companion beside him:
"Quickly go notify the lords. Those barbarians are having problems. The first level of the wooden fort has been breached. We are going to win."
Thus, news that the Mountain Clans outside were about to be defeated quickly reached the ears of House Waywood.
"Open the gates, we set out!"
"Lower the bridge!"
"Clack... Boom..."
Amidst the clacking of the drawbridge mechanism, the long-closed gates of Iron Oak City slowly opened. Immediately, groups of House Waywood knights, with the broken wheel sigil embroidered on their chests, charged out of the castle.
They had been through too much these past few days. Due to the suppression of the wooden fort, the soldiers in Iron Oak City had been unable to join forces with the external reinforcements, only able to watch the struggle below the fort with secret anxiety.
But what the defenders didn't expect was that under today's not-so-strong offensive, these consistently stubborn Mountain Clans warriors actually lost the outer fortification directly.
The wooden fort built by Timot was a special structure of earth and wood, somewhat similar to the small Mayan Pyramids on Blue Star, progressing in layers and rising step by step.
Under this setup, the Vale alliance's attacks were repeatedly frustrated, sometimes not even touching the walls. Because the scattered tribal warriors outside were constantly causing destruction everywhere, the Vale alliance had to split its forces to wipe them out.
Because of this, both sides had been at a stalemate, but they didn't expect that such an ordinary attack today would allow them to breach the first layer of defense directly. This finally gave Lady Anya Waywood a chance for revenge.
"Charge!"
"Kill!"
"It's time to send these damn clansmen to the Seven Hells..."
"Hurrah!"
"Kill!"
...With the appearance of the reinforcements from Iron Oak City, the already high-spirited Vale allied soldiers erupted with twelve-fold courage. They shouted and cursed, wanting to vent the resentment accumulated over these days.
"Eh... what is that?"
Just then, a scout cavalryman attracted by the war suddenly turned his gaze toward the rear. His current position was on the pebbled road leading from Iron Oak City to Seagull Town.
"Rumble..."
"Thud, thud..."
"Roar..."
First came a series of rumbles, followed by the sound of countless hooves hitting the ground, and then a very strange roar that appeared directly in the scout's ears.
"Ahhh... oh... ah..."
Looking at the black dots getting closer at the end of the road in the distance, the scout was instantly startled. Once he saw the shapes and outlines of those black dots clearly, he was so terrified he couldn't say anything.
"Roar, roar, roar..."
The first black dot to appear was actually Jon's Drakon. This big fellow was about as large as two elephants put together. Its hideous and terrifying appearance made it look like a monster that had crawled out of hell.
Dragons, these terrifying creatures, were something many in the Seven Kingdoms both loved and hated. They loved them because they missed the time when the Targaryen Family was in power, and they feared them because, in their impression, such terrifying creatures were symbols of death and slaughter.
Beside Jon's huge Drakon were more than a dozen slightly smaller Drakons. They looked about the size of those dwarf elephants in Volantis, only slightly larger than an ox.
Like Jon's Drakon, these Drakons were also ridden by knights. At this moment, Jon was wearing a suit of black armor, and his blood-red cloak flapped loudly in the fierce wind.
On the right side of the neck of Jon's huge Drakon, there was a device similar to a mount, and on this mount was a huge lance about five meters long.
Under Jon's control, as the tip of the cavalry charge, he aimed the lance directly at the dazed scout.
This lance was very easy to adjust; with proper operation, it could launch lance attacks against enemies from various angles. It was precisely because he was using Drakons to charge that Jon very craftily equipped himself and the soldiers behind him with these super-long lances.
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