novelhk Chapter 114 They fight their battles, we fight ours.
Chapter 114 They fight their battles, we fight ours.
Chapter 114 They fight their battles, we fight ours.
"Back when I was a minor naval commander in Pentos, this barbarian named Drogo would often lead his army of beggars to beg for food from the governors of Pentos."
Those governors were cowardly and weak; they not only granted Drogo's and the other barbaric khao's demands, but also built a magnificent palace for the savage Drogo.
I often tell my lads that this is a disgrace to the people of Pentos!
Now, I am the great Commander-in-Chief of the Targaryen Royal Fleet, and I am still in Pentos. Drogo is still a barbarian chieftain, leading his tens of thousands of beggars who can't even afford decent clothes, dreaming of extorting Pentos, which is now under the Holy Empire's control, once again.
This time, I, Panbel, will tell this unruly, wild humanoid leader who has come from afar to beg for food: No! To hell with you!
The banquet in the military camp that night was made exceptionally lively by the presence of Navy Commander-in-Chief Panbell and a group of young sailors.
Because of the alcohol, Panbell's face was as red as a rosy bottom, but even so, the Admiral of the Navy still swayed and raised his glass, shouting, "To the true dragon, Visser!"
Upon seeing this, Beves and Ben, the Brown Man, took the lead in responding: "Homage to the True Dragon, Visser!"
Amidst the enthusiastic atmosphere, Panbel mumbled in a daze, "They also want to toast me, who is about to become the Minister of the Navy!"
Beves, who was sitting next to him, smiled but didn't respond, continuing to drink his wine.
Brown Man looked at Panbell with a hint of mockery, but more than anything, he was filled with jealousy.
After all, if we look back, both of them were theoretically surrendered generals, but there are differences in the details. Panbel surrendered on the battlefield.
I, a brown man, was a righteous soldier who ran on the battlefield, and later "voluntarily" joined the embrace of the Targaryens.
How come someone like you, who just slides on his knees, can become a high-ranking official in the imperial court? Brown Man was convinced that he hadn't misjudged the person; this guy in front of him was clearly a piece of trash!
If he can be a high-ranking official in the imperial court, then so can I! Brown Man felt a little resentful and drank alone in silence.
The native generals and soldiers were enjoying a rare moment of relaxation during the war, but at this moment in Pentos City, many hardcore gamers who stayed up all night were not happy about this rare moment of peace.
They just want to fight, fight, and fight some more—I'll say it three times because it's important.
So, more than a hundred players who believed in "I'd rather die than cause trouble" banded together, gathered about twenty fire lances they had bought at a high price from the grenadier regiment, and a string of new "thunderbolts," and secretly slipped out of the city gate, preparing to stage a raid on the Wei camp by a hundred cavalrymen like Gan Ning!
Of course, the players actually slipped out through the main entrance in a perfectly legitimate way.
Because the army on night watch tonight consists of a thousand players.
Hey, if a player were to steal from their own comrades, that would be truly masterful.
The massive iron gate was slowly closed, and as the next player walked past, the old sliding door creaked open.
"Alright, brothers, there's no turning back now. Whether it's Zhang Babai or Sun Shiwan, we'll see tonight!"
The veteran player leading the team, [Little Fire Farmer], was wearing chainmail with inner armor and a two-handed axe slung over his shoulder. He rallied the hundreds of players behind him.
"Take a chance, and your bicycle might turn into a motorcycle!"
The hundreds of players who followed were either new players eager to escape the predicament of being poor, broken, and weak, or veteran players with both seniority and equipment. Both groups were at the prime of their lives, and they had to grit their teeth and circle around the barbarian's gate three times.
They started off chatting and laughing, but gradually the noise in the group began to subside. Apart from a few players "keeping watch" on the periphery, most players chose to go AFK and take a break.
After all, marching is not a fun game for players.
A player who was "keeping watch" at the front suddenly stopped. His AFK teammate bumped into his back, blankly asking mechanically, "What's wrong?"
The thunderous sound of horses' hooves? The player on lookout's expression changed drastically, and he turned around and shouted, "Cavalry!"
The group of over a hundred people quickly headed towards the back of a small earthen slope.
As the sound of horses' hooves grew closer, the group finally managed to hide behind the earthen mound.
At this time, players who were AFK also received notifications from their virtual helmets and logged in one after another.
"Extinguish all the torches!"
[Little Fire Farmer] lay on his back on the sand and shouted to the players.
He didn't want to waste time with the centaur cavalry in this wretched place.
The flickering lights then disappeared into the darkness.
"Boss, something's not right. I thought they were just scouts patrolling at night. This is a huge group of about two thousand people. Could they be heading to attack the city?"
As the centaur cavalry slowly appeared, their torches blazing, their numbers were revealed to the players as they made no attempt to conceal their presence.
Some players couldn't help but think to themselves, "Oh no, I've met someone who shares my interests."
"Damn, what a coincidence—." [Little Fire Farmer] smacked his lips, watching the commotion of people and horses, which resembled the noise of bandits coming down the mountain to smash kilns.
"Boss, what should we do? Should we flank them temporarily, or do it now?" A player nearby drew his longsword, looking ready to unleash his full power.
"What? Here's what I'm going to do. I'll give you a tough task. We'll continue our raid on the camp as planned. You'll go down alone and wipe out these two thousand men."
[Little Fire Farmer] patted the player on the shoulder and said.
"Huh? Don't be ridiculous. If I had those skills, I could be your godfather..." the player said, shaking his head.
"Screw it, ignore them. Let them fight their battles, we'll fight ours." [Little Fire Farmer] rolled his eyes in annoyance and turned around to give the final order.
"With just two thousand cavalry, what can they possibly do to take the city? As long as they don't capture it, whatever trouble these barbarians cause is just minor skirmishes. Let's do our own thing!"
Everyone was there hoping to get rich overnight, so naturally they all agreed.
More than two thousand Slarks roared past, and the player lay silently on the earthen slope, watching them coldly.
As the two thousand cavalrymen roared away, the torch in the last rider's hand flickered and became a few scattered stars. [Little Fire Farmer]
Standing up, he waved his hand, and the players all rose and continued towards the centaur camp.
The Dothraki cavalry, led by Hago, who had suffered a minor setback during the day, stormed to the walls of Pentos like the wind.
Although it was a city raid, the centaurs made such a big show of it that the players who were AFK on the city walls were already on high alert 800 meters away from the enemy, and sent people to inform the local soldiers who were still drinking and making merry in the camp.
"Waaah~"
The rumbling of bugles echoed through the night, and the soldiers in the camp hurriedly donned their armor, grabbed their weapons, and began to assemble.
Commanders Bevos and Brown Man shouted themselves hoarse, ordering squads to assemble one by one, fearing that a single mistake could cause their own camp to be destroyed.