Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day

Rhaegar cast his gaze away and faintly heard a scream.

"Helena!"

Over there was the area where Helena was patrolling with her dragon. It seemed that she had bumped into another group of enemies.

Looking down, he saw that the mercenaries had been killed and abandoned their armor. The situation was over.

"Glutton, add more fire."

Rhaegar patted the dragon on the back and gave the order.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton swooped down and sprayed a stream of dragon flames horizontally along the road, creating a line of flames that blocked the horse.

The mercenaries who fled in panic were halfway through the run before being forced back by the scorching heat.

"charge!!"

Mond followed, leading his cavalry to charge forward.

On the ridge, two arrow towers broke through the door from the inside, and more than 300 garrison troops ran out with weapons in hand to intercept the mercenaries climbing on the mountain.

With the cooperation of both sides, all the mercenaries on the mountain and down the mountain were in danger.

"Glutton, let's go!"

Rhaegar didn't look any further and left with peace of mind.

On the sea, the dragon may still be wary.

Open areas, especially Prince's Pass, are dead-ends where the road ends with mountains on both sides.

No matter how many soldiers come in, they will only serve as firewood.

"Hiss-"

The glutton arrogantly shook its dragon head, flapped its wings and soared into the sky, flying to the other end of the road.

…

the other side.

A small fortress built in a narrow passage that fits the mountain.

The fortress is divided into two parts.

The tower is built on the mountain and looks like an inverted sea bowl.

A stone wall extends from one side, about ten feet high, and connects to the mountain on the other side.

Shooting holes are installed in the city wall, and there is a thick iron gate in the middle.

A typical dangerous level.

"Hiss..."

The dragon roared loudly, and orange-yellow mixed with light blue dragon flames bombarded the city wall.

"Crossbow! Aim quickly!"

"Put away the kerosene, don't get ignited!"

Inside the city wall, hundreds of mercenaries screamed in fear and fearfully held three consecutive crossbow bolts.

"Hiss..."

The light blue dragon gracefully circled, setting the city wall into a sea of ​​fire, then turned around and bombarded the towers on the mountain.

"Dragon Flame!!"

Helena had a serious expression on her face.

The Dream Fire neighed, dragon flames sprayed out of the tower, and the fire ignited the heavy solid wood door.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The crossbow bolts were fired from the shooting hole in the tower, trying to hit the dragon in mid-air.

"Hiss..."

Meng Huo flapped his wings and took off into the air, letting the crossbow arrows hit his chest and abdomen, causing little sparks to fly out.

As a dragon that is about to reach its peak, its scales are comparable to steel plates, and the damage caused by ordinary arrows is like scratching an itch.

If it weren't for the protection of the driver, he would have rushed down and danced wildly.

"Menghuo, don't let them go."

Helena suddenly spoke out, her eyes fixed on the mercenaries escaping from the city wall.

"Escape! Run deeper into the mountains!"

"The crossbow arrows are useless, run away!"

The tower door was broken open, and a group of mercenaries fled down the hillside regardless of the dragon flames at the door.

At a glance, there are no less than a thousand people.

Helena frowned and rode a dragon in pursuit.

The mercenaries teamed up with the Dornish people and stationed troops after the fortress was breached, waiting for follow-up troops to support the siege equipment.

The victims of the disaster are also included in the attack on the Reach.

"Hiss..."

Menghuo's vertical pupils are cold, chasing the scurrying insects, burning with dragon flames.

There are so many little bugs that one pile will be burned to death, and another pile will remain.

Helena looked anxious and didn't want to let a bad guy go.

"Hiss-"

The glutton flew in at a very fast speed, its huge body like a black meteor, streaking across the barren red mountains.

"Dragon Flame!!"

Rhaegar saw the enemies running everywhere at a glance and showed no mercy.

The glutton's green vertical eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and his wings spread out like the night, gliding to the limit against the mountains on both sides.

boom--

The green dragon flames spurted out continuously, burning all the way along the mountains.

All mercenaries who climbed the mountain were drowned in the sea of ​​fire.

In the Prince's Pass, wails and screams could be heard endlessly.

…

At night.

The Reach troops moved into Prince's Pass, taking over one fortress after another.

Behind, Night Song City.

A council is convening.

"The raven sends a message to Darkhaven and the Stormlands, always holding the line."

Rhaegar tapped his fingers on the table and said, "Five thousand people from the Western Region and the Riverlands were mobilized to gather at the prince's palace."

"Yes, Prince."

"The Allied Forces of the Reach have conquered the Prince's Pass. The Bone Road and the Greenwater River must be captured, dividing Dorne into three battlefields."

Rhaegar looked solemn and analyzed the battle situation carefully.

Prince's Pass and Bone Road hide overseas mercenaries and tens of thousands of homeless victims.

Now that the mercenaries have been repulsed, the Allied Forces from the River Bend occupy the entrance and the first half of the Prince's Pass, and the strategic target will be on the Dorne territory.

In the second half of the Prince's Pass, there is a royal tomb castle.

At the exit of Prince Pass, there is also Tianji City, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

The Fowler family of Tianji City is the descendant of the ancestors and is one of the most noble and powerful noble lords in Dorne.

The Fowler family held many titles, including "Lord of the Road" and "Keeper of Prince's Pass".

Together with the Yronwood family, known as the "Nobles of Blood" and "Guardian of Stone Roads", they are the most powerful vassals under the Martell family.

Donald suggested: "Prince, we have two unstoppable dragons. We can attack Wangzhong City and then plot against Tianji City."

Helena, who was standing aside and listening to the lecture, became energetic and her little head nodded repeatedly.

Rega thought for a moment and said: "Destroying the city is not a problem."

There is no doubt about the strength of Gluttony and Dreamfire.

The combined fighting power of the two giant dragons was even greater than that of Colaxio and Melias outside the narrow sea.

Rega's finger landed on the position of the fortress on the sand table, and he said solemnly: "Tens of thousands of victims have gathered here, blocking the way of the army."

"Just send troops to drive them away."

Mond said indifferently.

Who would take a second look at a mere disaster victim?

Rega shook his head and said: "The number of victims is huge, and driving them away rashly is counterproductive, and is no different from killing them all."

With his sharp eyesight, he saw another solution.

Mond smiled angrily and asked doubtfully: "What should we do? Kill them all?"

That's tens of thousands of people, even from Dorne.

According to the tradition of Westeros, knights should protect the weak and there is no reason to massacre civilians.

"Can't kill. I don't want to repeat the First Dorne War."

Rhaegar shook his head again.

Dorne is an amazing land.

The native races of Dorne are unremarkable, no different from the short, dark-skinned stonefolk of the Crimson Mountains.

Until Nymeria, the "Rhoynar Warrior Queen", crossed the rivers and the Rhoynar bloodline merged into the land of Dorne.

The Rhoynar once defended Essos from the invasion of the ancient Valyrian Freehold.

During the War of the Rhoyne, the Rhoynar water wizards manipulated the water of the river and killed three dragon masters.

As soon as this incident came out, the Free Fortress Empire was furious and sent a full three hundred dragon masters to join the battle.

The Rhoynar fought to the death, and Prince Guerin called on 250,000 men to fight.

Very brave, but useless.

Three hundred giant dragons were like killing machines and once burned the Rhoyne River, known as the Mother River, dry.

The 250,000 Rhoynar troops were all killed in dragonfire and massacred.

Prince Guerin was captured alive and kept in a cage like a dog, watching his people being slaughtered with his own eyes.

After this battle, Nymeria led the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled across thousands of ships in order to avoid being pursued by the Free Fortress.

To this day.

The Dornish people inherited the resistance spirit of the Rhoynar, fearing neither death nor war, and dared to defend their territory to the death.

Rhaegar sighed softly and whispered: "If the other six nations are as stubborn as Dorne, the conquerors will not be able to reach Blackwater Bay."

Also faced with the invaders, the remaining six countries either split internally or succumbed to the dragon.

Only Dorne has really hard bones!

"If you want to conquer a land, you can't just use force."

Rhaegar said sincerely.

He is a Targaryen, the legal heir to the Iron Throne and the future king of the Seven Kingdoms.

Dorn is bound to win.

"I want the territory of Dorne. Killing will not allow me to conquer it. I need a little kindness and wisdom."

Rhaegar closed his eyes gently, hesitating about his decision.

Helena looked on, her little hand quietly holding the big hand, and her head nestled in her brother's arm.

What even the Conqueror couldn't do would be a huge pressure on any Targaryen.

Mond's eyes rolled around and he urged: "Prince, we have to send troops as soon as possible. We might as well drive the victims towards Wang Tomb City."

Go back where you came from.

Lei Jia opened his eyes and asked: "How can a person who is about to starve to death be willing to go back when he knows there is food at the end of the road?"

"If we don't drive them away, the army will not be able to get through and will be harassed."

"But we can't drive them away."

Lei took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and said solemnly: "Provide food to the victims, divide a detention area, and send people to strictly guard it."

"What!!"

Mond's voice rose in vain as he asked, "Give food to the victims. They are Dornishmen. Duke Tyrell has just been assassinated!"

The honor of the nobility prevents them from wielding a butcher knife at the victims, but it does not mean that they regard the victims as "human beings".

There is no reason why the Dornish people should be rescued due to the Dorne rebellion.

"Lord Mond, please don't get excited yet."

Helena's little face wrinkled, and she stopped in front of Rega like a hen protecting her chicks.

Since my brother said this, he must have a reason.

Neither can my maternal uncle!

Mond's face turned blue and purple, and he turned his head unhappily.

Rhaegar was not displeased and patiently explained: "You must pay the price for Dorne's rebellion."

"Duke Tyrell is assassinated, Dorne and Martell will face blood and fire!"

It’s good to have ideas, but you must first understand the reality.

Fighting Dorne and avenging old Tyrell, these two points must be the first.

Hearing this, Mond's expression improved slightly, and Donald and others also breathed a sigh of relief.

They were afraid that the Crown Prince's brain would twitch, and the Holy Mother of Seven Gods would suddenly turn into a person and give up revenge.

Lei Jia glanced around and continued: "Wangzhong City and Tianji City must be attacked, but the victims cannot be massacred or driven away. Treating them kindly may yield unexpected gains."

If it's too hard, try something softer.

Looking back at history, Aegon the Conqueror developed a sense of pride as he defeated six kingdoms in a row.

During the First Dornish War, great losses were caused to the common people of Dorne.

Of course, the failure to conquer Dorne was due to a combination of factors.

Rhaegar knew the current situation.

The Iron Throne has ruled Westeros for more than a hundred years, and there will no longer be remnants of the Six Kingdoms secretly funding Dorne.

The three-headed dragon turned into a dozen dragons.

Defeat Martell, destroy the rebellious Dorne castle, and appease the ordinary people of Dorne.

These three steps, in no particular order, are a good way to conquer this land.