Chapter 435: Prince's Pass Meat Grinder

The border of Dorne.

A cavalry army of 3,000 men came fiercely, their horses' hooves crushing the grass along the way.

It was noon, and the sun was scorching.

The army slowed down and camped by a stream.

According to the map.

This place is located on the edge of the Red Mountains, dozens of miles away from Nightsong City at the entrance of Prince's Pass.

"Hiss..."

Two giant dragons, one black and one light blue, stopped by the river, and the soldiers carefully fed the cattle and sheep.

In the tent on the hillside, Rhaegar, dressed in a black robe, summoned a group of noble lords to discuss strategy.

How to fight and where to fight, all need to be decided.

Time passed bit by bit.

Outside the stream camp, a raven flew in stupidly.

Nightsong City sent a message that the mercenaries were taking the victims to attack the fortress and urgently needed support.

Mond took the letter and said disdainfully: "The High Court sent 3,000 soldiers to guard the city, but the Cullen family still couldn't stand it."

"There has been no war for decades, and some fortresses have been in disrepair for a long time, so the garrison force is naturally insufficient."

Donald was displeased and retorted.

"If 30,000 refugees break through the fortress, they will soon besiege Nightsong City."

"There are many fortresses in Prince's Pass. If we speed up, we can enter Nightsong City before the refugees."

You and I argued back and forth, with guns and sticks.

Prince's Pass is not as steep and dangerous as the Bone Road, and the road is very wide.

The watchtowers and arrow towers arranged along the way are simply unable to stop thousands of refugees.

The fortress is solid, with an average of hundreds of people stationed in each fortress.

Unable to withstand the shortage of supplies and the well-equipped mercenaries, it was breached soon.

Mond quarreled for a while, then became serious: "Prince, a large number of victims are rushing to Nightsong City, let's set off as soon as possible."

The camp is not far from Nightsong City, so we can provide support in place.

Rhaegar pondered and looked at the map carefully.

A road goes straight to and fro at Prince's Pass, and Nightsong City is located on a flat hill on one side of the entrance.

The victims will break through the fortresses along the way and finally be blocked at the checkpoint at the entrance.

The checkpoint is also a fortress, guarded by the Cullen family.

After reading the map, Rhaegar had an idea.

If the enemy arrives, there is nothing to say.

Rhaegar's eyes condensed, and he said: "The cavalry will be reorganized and set off, and arrive at the checkpoint before sunset to face the impact of the victims."

"Don't wait for the large army behind?"

Donald frowned, and in his heart he preferred to wait for the infantry team to converge.

Rhaegar glanced at them and asked, "Three thousand cavalrymen, can't deal with thirty thousand disaster victims?"

The cavalrymen on the continent of Westeros are equipped with war horses, armor, and lances, which make the man and the horse into an iron can.

Once the cavalry launched a charge, ten times the regular army would not dare to resist head-on.

What's more, there were only thirty thousand disaster victims.

Donald choked and said honestly, "No problem, Prince."

"Then let's go before the disaster victims reach the checkpoint."

Rhaegar left a word and turned to walk out of the tent.

He wanted to set the battlefield in the Prince's Pass, and didn't want the disaster victims to break through the checkpoint and flee to the inland of the River Bay.

...

Prince's Pass.

The ragged disaster victims huddled in the shadow of the mountains to avoid the scorching sun.

However, there were so many people, so dense that they looked like ant colonies.

Most of the disaster victims were pale and thin, lying on the ground like corpses, letting the yellow sand blow.

On both sides of the mountain, a watchtower was emitting black smoke, and the walls were in ruins.

Some people looked at it in a daze, silently praying to the gods they believed in.

Compared to before entering the Prince's Pass, there were fewer foreign faces in the disaster victims.

As food became less and less, the victims continued to starve to death and could not catch up with the mercenaries.

The mercenaries united with a group of Dorne soldiers and headed towards Nightsong City.

…

At the same time.

Before the Nightsong City checkpoint, there was a fortress with garrison troops.

The fortress was located not far from the entrance of the Prince's Pass. There was an arrow tower on each side of the ridge, and the soldiers hid inside.

The path down was slightly narrow, and trenches and chevaux de frise were arranged to block the invaders.

Woo woo woo——

Suddenly, a solemn horn sounded from an arrow tower.

At the end of the road, the enemy appeared.

Two thousand mercenaries were wearing light armor, holding scimitars, and carrying crossbows.

A thousand Dornish soldiers, wearing tan armor, holding scimitars and round shields.

The battle was about to start.

As soon as the enemy approached, the arrow tower took the lead and arrows rained down.

"Charge, tear down the tower!!"

The mercenaries shouted in Valyrian dialect, with shieldmen in front and crossbowmen in the back.

Moved away the heavy chevaux de frise, took down the wooden ladders on their backs and leveled the trench.

"Shoot!"

The defenders were not vegetarians either, and they dropped the arrows with fire in an instant.

The arrows fell on the chevaux de frise in the trench, and a raging fire ignited.

Kerosene was poured in advance.

"Charge across the trench!"

After sacrificing a group of men and horses, the mercenaries rushed through the not-so-wide trench and began to climb the ridges on both sides.

Rumble--

Rolling stones fell and crushed ruthlessly.

The arrow tower was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it was not easy to break through.

However, there were more people on the opposite side.

After a burst of attack, the kerosene and rolling stones of the arrow tower were exhausted, and they could only defend the gate and shoot arrows.

Woo-woo--

Just when the arrows were shining and the arrow tower was about to fall, a loud horn came.

Accompanied by a burst of neighing of war horses.

Three thousand cavalrymen rushed along the other side of the road, and the soldiers carried a variety of flags.

"Charge!!"

Mond was in high spirits and raised the family sword Truth.

The cavalry rushed forward, and the front-row soldiers had ferocious faces and charged forward with several-meter-long lances.

The road was so wide that the mercenaries had nowhere to hide except climbing up the ridge.

There were collisions and screams.

After the first round of charge, the mercenaries were thrown to the ground, and many of them were strung together like grasshoppers.

"Counterattack, shoot arrows!"

Before the second round of charge began, the mercenaries formed a formation, with shield soldiers and spearmen in front to provide protection for the crossbowmen.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The three-link crossbow was extremely fast, and three crossbow arrows were fired in an instant, and thousands of people shot together.

The cavalry was wearing heavy armor, and the crossbow arrows had no effect on the iron sheet.

The warhorse under him had no armor, and he was shot in the chest, abdomen, and legs with a shrill neigh, and fell down with the horse.

"Rectify the formation, charge!"

Mond shouted loudly, and under the protection of the guards, he rode his horse to attack again.

The cavalry suffered minor losses, the back row became the front row, holding lances and running wildly, the front row became the back row, and abandoned lances and switched to swords.

"Hiss--"

A muffled dragon roar exploded, reverberating deafeningly between the mountains.

A black dragon soared over, its huge body covering the road, its wide wings blocking out the sun, and the clear sky darkened instantly.

Rhaegar rode on the dragon's back, expressionless: "Dragon flame!"

The glutton had cruel green eyes, leaned over and opened his bloody mouth.

Boom——

The dark green dragon flame fell from the sky, like smoke and mist, sprinkled over the mercenary matrix.

The dragon flame touched the body, and maggots grew on the tarsal bones.

The mercenaries did not notice the danger at first, and the dragon flame turned into a charred corpse as soon as it touched them.

"Ah! It's on fire!"

"Run, hide in the arrow tower, the dragon is coming..."

Suddenly, the mercenaries' souls were flying, the matrix collapsed directly, and they wailed and tried to extinguish the strange green fire.

Mond commanded the cavalry to charge, cleverly bypassed this team, and slaughtered the Dornish who fled in all directions.

"Hiss--"

The Glutton roared, flapped his wings and glided past, spewing dragon flames at the mercenaries running around on the ridge.

"No! No!"

The mercenaries were left wailing, rolling on the ground covered with dragon flames.

There were cavalry on the road, and they couldn't run away.

There were dragons in the sky, always watching everyone.

An unprecedented disaster befell these invaders.

"Quick battle!"

Rhaegar looked down at the whole scene and stopped Mond, who was addicted to charging.

"Hiss!!"

Just then, another dragon roar sounded.

In the valley behind the road, a raging fire of orange and light blue was burning.