Chapter 436: Conciliatory Policy

Rhaegar cast his eyes and heard a faint scream.

"Helena!"

That was the area Helena was patrolling with her dragon. It seemed that she had run into another enemy.

He looked down and saw that the mercenaries had been killed and their armor and weapons were abandoned. The situation was hopeless.

"Greedy, add more fire."

Rhaegar patted the dragon's back and gave an order.

"Hiss--"

The glutton swooped down and sprayed a dragon flame horizontally along the road, drawing a line of flaming chevaux de frise.

The mercenaries who were fleeing in panic were forced back by the scorching heat halfway through their run.

"Charge!"

Mund followed closely behind and led the cavalry to charge up.

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

With the cooperation of both sides, all the mercenaries on and off the mountain were doomed.

"Greedy, let's go!"

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

On the sea, the dragon might still be on guard.

In an open area, especially in a dead end like Prince's Pass where there is only one road and mountains on both sides.

No matter how many soldiers come in, they will just be used as firewood.

"Hiss..."

The glutton swung his dragon head proudly, flapped his wings and flew straight 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 its shape is like an inverted sea bowl.

A stone wall extends from one side, about ten feet high, connecting to the other side of the mountain.

The wall is equipped with shooting holes, and there is a thick iron gate in the middle.

A typical dangerous pass.

"Hiss..."

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

"Crossbow! Aim quickly!"

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

Inside the city wall, hundreds of mercenaries screamed in fear, holding three crossbows in their hands with trembling hands.

"Hiss..."

The pale blue dragon circled gracefully, setting the city wall in a sea of ​​fire, and turned to bomb the tower on the mountain.

"Dragon flame!!"

Helena had a serious expression on her face.

Menghuo hissed, and the dragon flame sprayed the tower, and the fire ignited the heavy solid wood door.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The shooting hole of the tower road shot out crossbows, trying to hit the dragon in the air.

"Hiss..."

Menghuo flapped his wings and took off, letting the crossbow hit his chest and abdomen, splashing sparks.

As a dragon about to enter its peak, its scales are comparable to steel plates, and the damage caused by ordinary arrows is like tickling.

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

"Dreamfire, don't let them go."

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

"Run! Run deep into the mountains!"

"Crossbows are useless, run!"

The tower gate was broken, and a group of mercenaries ignored the dragon flames at the door and fled along the hillside.

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

Helena frowned and rode the dragon to chase.

The mercenaries joined forces with the Dornishmen, and after breaking through the fortress, they sent troops to station there, waiting for follow-up troops to support the siege equipment.

The victims of the disaster were also counted among them, and they were a great help in attacking the River Reach.

"Hiss..."

Dreamfire's pupils were cold, chasing the running bugs, burning them with dragon flames.

There were many bugs, and there were still a lot of them.

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

"Hiss——"

The glutton flew over at a high speed, and his huge body was like a black meteor, crossing the barren red mountains.

"Dragon flame!!"

As soon as Rega saw the enemies running everywhere, he showed no mercy.

A cunning flashed across the glutton's green vertical pupils, and his wings spread like the night sky, gliding along the mountains on both sides.

Boom——

The dark green dragon flame gushed out continuously, burning along the mountains.

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

In Prince's Pass, wailing and screaming were heard.

...

At night.

The River Reach army entered Prince's Pass and took over one fallen fortress after another.

In the back, Nightsong City.

A parliament was being held.

"Send ravens to Blackhaven and Stormlands, and hold the line at all times."

Rhaegar tapped his fingers on the table and said, "Westerlands and Riverlands will dispatch 5,000 men to gather at the Prince's Palace."

"Yes, Prince."

"The Reach's coalition forces will break through Prince's Pass, and the Bone Road and Greenwater River must be taken, dividing Dorne into three battlefields."

Rhaegar looked solemn, analyzing the situation in a serious manner.

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

Now that the mercenaries have been repelled, the Reach coalition has occupied the entrance and the front half of Prince's Pass, and the strategic goal will be placed on the Dorne territory.

There is a Tombstone City in the back half of Prince's Pass.

At the exit of Prince's Pass, there is also the easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack Skypoint City.

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

The Fowler family has many titles, including "Lord of the Great Road" and "Guardian of Prince's Pass".

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

Donald suggested: "Prince, we have two unstoppable dragons. We can break through Tombstone City and then plot Skypoint City."

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

Rhaegar thought for a moment and said, "Destroying the city is not a problem."

The strength of Glutton and Dreamfire is beyond doubt.

The combat power of the two dragons is even greater than that of Korakshu and Melias outside the Narrow Sea.

Rhaegar pointed to the location of the fortress on the sand table and said in a serious tone, "Tens of thousands of disaster victims have gathered here, blocking the army's way forward."

"Just send troops to drive them away."

Mund said indifferently.

Who would take a second look at the disaster victims?

Rhaegar shook his head and said, "The number of disaster victims is huge. It is counterproductive to drive them away rashly. It is no different from killing them all."

With a sharp eye, he saw another solution.

Mund smiled bitterly and asked in confusion, "What should we do? Kill them all?"

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

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

"I can't kill them. I don't want to repeat the situation of the First Dorne War."

Rhaegar shook his head again.

Dorne is an amazing land.

Dorne's native races are inconspicuous, no different from the short, dark-skinned stone people in the Red Mountains.

Until the "Rhoynar Warrior Queen" Nymeria crossed the river, the blood of the Rhoynar people was integrated into the land of Dorne.

The Rhoynar people once resisted the invasion of the Free Fortress of Ancient Valyria on the continent of Essos.

In the War of the Rhoynar River, the water wizards of the Rhoynar people manipulated the river water and killed three dragon riders.

When this happened, the Free Fortress Empire was furious and sent a full 300 dragon riders to participate in the war.

The Rhoynar people vowed to resist to the death, and Prince Garin called on 250,000 people to fight against them.

Very brave, but useless.

The three hundred dragons were comparable to killing machines, and once burned the Rhoynar River, known as the mother river, dry.

The 250,000 Rhoynar army was all buried in dragon flames and slaughtered.

Prince Garin was captured alive and locked in a cage like a dog, watching his people being slaughtered.

After this battle, Nymeria led the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled people across the river to avoid being hunted down by the Freedom Fortress.

To this day.

The Dornish inherited the rebellious spirit of the Rhoynar, fearless of death and war, and dared to defend their territory to the death.

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

Facing the invaders, the other six kingdoms either split internally or succumbed to the dragon.

Only Dorne was really hard!

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

Rhaegar said sincerely.

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

Dorne must be won.

"I want the territory of Dorne. Killing cannot let me conquer it. I need a little bit of kindness and wisdom."

Rhaegar gently closed his eyes, hesitating about his decision.

Helena watched from the side, her little hand quietly holding her big hand, her head nestled in her brother's arms.

What the conqueror couldn't do was a huge pressure on any Targaryen.

Mund's eyes turned around and asked: "Prince, we have to send troops as soon as possible. We might as well drive the victims to the Tomb of the Kings."

Go back to where you came from.

Rhaegar opened his eyes and asked, "How can a starving person be willing to retreat when he knows there is food at the end of the road?"

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

"But we can't drive them away."

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

"What!!"

Munde's voice was raised in vain, and he questioned: "The people who feed the victims are Dornishmen, and Lord Tyrell was just assassinated!"

The honor of the nobility made them not wield the butcher knife against the victims, but it did not mean that they would regard the victims as "people".

Dorne rebelled, there was no reason to rescue the Dornishmen.

"Lord Monde, don't get excited first."

Helena's little face wrinkled, and she blocked Rhaegar like a hen protecting her chicks.

Since my brother said so, he must have his reasons.

My uncle can't do that either!

Mond's face turned blue and purple, and he turned his head away in gloom.

Rhaegar was not displeased by this, and patiently explained: "The Dorne rebellion must be paid for."

"Lord Tyrell was assassinated, and Dorne and Martell will have to face blood and fire!"

It's good to have ideas, but we must first understand the reality.

Attacking Dorne and avenging old Tyrell must be the first priority.

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

They were afraid that the crown prince would suddenly have a brain twitch and suddenly the Seven Gods would incarnate and give up revenge.

Rhaegar glanced around and continued: "Both the Tomb of the King and the Sky City must be attacked, but the victims cannot be slaughtered or driven away. Treating them well may bring unexpected gains."

If hard tactics don't work, try something soft.

Looking back at history, Aegon the Conqueror defeated the six kingdoms in a row and fostered a proud heart.

In the first Dorne War, the ordinary people of Dorne suffered great losses.

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

Rhaegar is aware of 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 supporting Dorne.

The three dragons have become more than a dozen dragons.

Conquer the Martells, destroy the rebellious Dorne castles, and appease the ordinary people of Dorne.

The three steps are not in order, and they are a good way to conquer this land.