"the liberator!"
"the liberator!"
"Father!"
"Father!" the slaves cheered for him as Gendry rode his black horse through the city of Tyrosh. Apart from the inner city, Tyrosh had already been occupied by the Wolf Pack and the Free Army.
The grey-white banners of the Wolf Pack and the Free Army fluttered, instead of Tyrosh's traditional three-headed god banner.
"No slaves! No slaughter!" Gendry raised his hand, seeing the excited faces of the liberated slaves. Everyone was calling his name, wanting to get close to him, their smiles full of passion and excitement. The slaves trampled their shackles underfoot and threw their slave identity tags into the sky.
The Onion Knight also followed Gendry. He had to admit, this was more like the talent of House Baratheon: a charming charisma, a straightforward personality, and an extraordinary ability to turn enemies into friends. At least on the surface he was straightforward, but deep down, Ser Davos believed this young man also possessed great strategy. Stannis himself, on the other hand, was an anomaly within the stag family.
Behind Gendry and the Onion Knight were the Wolf Pack Knights with grey-white cloaks, the Spear Company cavalry who had joined him, and some of his own Free Army Knights. The Unsullied also followed them, holding shields and spears, the steel spikes on their helmets cold as daggers, vigilantly watching their surroundings.
Gendry arrived at the largest temple of the three-headed god. The three-headed god lived in a tower with three turrets; the first head devoured the dead, and the third head birthed new life. Beside the main gate of the three-headed god temple, there was a large three-headed statue, and in front of the temple was a plaza.
The Knights saw the hanged slaves in the plaza. At this moment, there was an unspoken sadness and silence; these people had died before dawn. The slave corpses were like a black forest, executed by the Myrish Magisters for rioting and resistance. Now, the situation in Tyrosh had been turned upside down, and these slaves had a better place to go.
"They died for freedom!" Gendry said. The slaves were laid out in front of the plaza, and Gendry personally led the way in covering them with shrouds.
"We will remember them, burn the shackles, and purify ourselves!"
"Yes, Commander!" Grey Wolf said. In the temples of Tyrosh, there were also nuns who performed similar purification and prayers for the dead. Regardless of whether they were nobles or slaves, the nuns would see the slaves off on their final journey. These victims also needed to be dealt with quickly to prevent foul odors and the spread of plague.
"Commander-in-Chief, there have indeed been some looting and rapes in the city. Most of them are not our troops, but the liberated slaves who have joined us!" Ser Jorah and "Wildman" Raymon rushed there.
"After taking the city, I already announced order. Northerners have punishments for rioters!" Gendry said to Ser Jorah and Raymon, and both men nodded.
Talent is hard to come by. Even if Gendry's troops stabilized and restored order, he needed the corresponding manpower to secure the area.
"Commander-in-Chief, Maester Qyburn's raven!" Maester Qyburn's black raven was brought by Grey Wolf, the Unsullied Commander. Gendry saw Qyburn's message, and greater difficulties lay ahead. "As you expected, a riot has broken out in Myr. The rioters are attacking Free Army soldiers and liberated slaves. Brown Ben could settle it with one blow! But the horse people also seem to have crossed the Rhoyne River. They did not choose to ravage the Disputed Lands, but are heading towards Myr! However, looking at the scale of the horse people, it doesn't seem to be the most powerful Khal Drogo!"
"The predicament I face is the same as Daenerys's in the future!" Gendry thought. As a reformer and the liberator, the old nobles and slavers would inevitably launch revolts, and the only difference was that as a male warrior, he could better resolve these hardships, and his taxi soldiers were more numerous and elite.
The current hardship was the continuous bitter fighting. Besides facing the siege of Tyrosh, he also had to pacify Myr and fight against the Dothraki Khal. Such bitter and bloody battles would generally not be accepted by cunning Mercenaries, which is why regular soldiers were needed.
"Which Khal could it be?" Gendry thought for a moment. Looking at the scale, it shouldn't be Drogo. However, even if it were other Khals, those Screaming Warriors were extraordinary on flat ground.
"This is a rare opportunity! Even if the Dothraki attack, if I win this victory, it will not only greatly consolidate my prestige, but also put the blame for betraying Myr entirely on the Tyrosh and Myrish Magisters! Killing two birds with one stone."
"Immediately summon all Commanders!" Gendry said to Grey Wolf.
"Yes, Commander-in-Chief!" Grey Wolf noted down this order.
The camp near the Fountain of the Wine God was now crowded with people. Unsullied guards stood in a circle, holding shields and spears. Only their leader, Grey Wolf, and Gendry were closer.
"Gentlemen, a bloody battle is inevitable, and our precious time cannot be wasted on the Black City!" Gendry said. "The fleeing Magisters of Tyrosh and Myr have together bribed the Dothraki to attack us!"
"What! Are you abandoning us?" Wildman Raymon quickly asked. As the leader of the slave uprising in Tyrosh, he naturally feared the Tyrosh's counterattack the most.
"Not abandoning! Raymon!" Gendry said. "The Dothraki horse people have crossed the great river; they want to destroy Myr. I need to defeat them first!"
"Gentlemen, to save Myr and Tyrosh, to save everything in the Disputed Lands, I must take up arms and fight these evil Dothraki. I will take part of the army back to Myr."
The Commanders had no major objections. Fighting on multiple fronts was the most dangerous, and Myr was one of their major rear bases. Given the current situation, it was necessary to consolidate the situation in Myr and drive away the Dothraki before Tyrosh could be better governed.
"Give the order!"
"Give the order, Commander-in-Chief!"
"First, the siege of Tyrosh. The Handsome Man will be responsible for continuing the siege of the Black City of Tyrosh. Ser Jorah, the Free Army and Wolf Pack Company remaining here will obey your command. Wildman Mond must also obey your command. Do not launch a strong assault before I return. Harris will be responsible for incorporating the Tyrosh fleet, and Moros will transport soldiers and me." Gendry said.
The Black City of Tyrosh was indeed difficult to conquer, but it was a hard-bitten fortress, and there was no need for a strong assault. Once he had completely pacified Myr, he would naturally take the Black City.
"Yes!"
"Yes!" The Handsome Man nodded. Although he had lost the feel of his sword-hand, The Handsome Man's mind was sharper and he had a greater sense of the overall situation.
The Handsome Man was brave and resourceful, and very loyal. If it weren't for a two-front decisive battle, Gendry would be reluctant to use such a good card. Gendry also allocated some Unsullied and Wolf Pack Knights specifically to protect him.
"Yes, Commander-in-Chief!" Ser Jorah said gloomily. He would have preferred to face the horse people directly with Gendry and fight to his heart's content, but the reality was that Tyrosh also needed warriors.
"By the way, Ser Davos, Myr is a dangerous battlefield, and your mission is almost over. You should stay in Tyrosh! And help my treasurer." Gendry said to Ser Davos, his words leaving no room for doubt. Not only because Davos was not his taxi soldiers, but also because his guest Gendry did not want Davos to see.
Moros piloted the fast ship, secretly transporting some soldiers to the coast opposite Tyrosh at dusk. This matter was top secret.
On the opposite shore of Tyrosh, Gendry saw The Red Viper, Prince Oberyn, with some of his retinue, about a hundred Dornish light cavalry.
"Dornish light cavalry, truly living up to their reputation." Under the torchlight, the bronze parts of the Dornish armor gleamed.
Dornishmen typically used metal round shields, paired with long spears, javelins, or recurve bows. The Dornish army was renowned for its light cavalry and their skilled use of recurve bows on horseback. Due to the hot local climate, Dornish soldiers often wore lighter scale armor than the metal armor in the rest of the Seven Kingdoms. These scale armors might have bronze parts and be sewn into scales with leather. They habitually wrapped headscarves outside their helmets.
"A beautiful victory! Commander-in-Chief!" The Red Viper said to Gendry, his Longspear's round shield still gleaming. The Red Viper had seen some naval battles, where the fleets of both sides clashed fiercely on the sea, with wood splinters, dead men, flames, and shouts. And then there was the war fire ignited in the city of Tyrosh; Tyrosh, like Myr, was inevitably doomed to fail.
"You didn't just come here to watch the Tyrosh's spectacle!" Gendry looked at The Red Viper.
The two men rode forward. When the truth came out, The Red Viper still admired him greatly, but the truth did make The Red Viper somewhat uncomfortable. The Mercenary King he wanted to win over was also a member of House Baratheon. However, Gendry, who possessed the orphaned daughter of the Dragon family, was still in agreement with The Red Viper on avenging House Lannister and the current order.
"It's not just for the spectacle. I was thinking of fighting alongside the Commander-in-Chief!"
"The opportunity has come, Commander-in-Chief!" The Red Viper said. "I've also heard those strange rumors, strange rumors, that the horse people are about to attack, and the Myrish are rioting!"
"Tyrosh is also an opportunity. Why doesn't the Prince help me attack Tyrosh?" Gendry asked The Red Viper.
"I will not help you attack Tyrosh!" Oberyn emphasized. "The Tyrosh are closest to us, and the Archons generally have good relations with Dorne. Many Archons lived in The Water Gardens when they were young."
"Aren't you afraid of the iron throne holding you accountable?" Gendry asked.
"Only Oberyn came, it has nothing to do with Dorne! Our brothers haven't been to King's Landing in many years!" The Red Viper said indifferently. "Besides, Dornishmen and Myrishmen look similar, who knows where the Knights I brought are from. Oberyn has always done as he pleases, what's wrong with occasionally gaining honor on the battlefield?"
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