Chapter 278 Trap

I have to say that Jon's overall view is still very good.

Seeing the Dothraki retreat, it was easy to guess that there was a change in another battlefield.

Otherwise, these Dothraki people who came from all over the world with great fanfare would definitely not be reconciled to escape like this.

certainly.

This does not rule out that the Dothraki are seducing them and laying traps in advance.

If the defenders in Pantos City dared to chase after them, they would be killed without leaving behind, and then they would seize the city.

If you just look at the casual appearance of the Dothraki retreating outside, it really looks like a fake.

Although Jon Clinton is not very old, he is a veteran commander with rich experience. Of course, he will not take the initiative to take such a fool.

And what soldiers did others and the Dothraki bring in the field? Unsullied, no matter how bad it is, he is still an elite soldier.

And what army was left to him at Pentos? A group of mercenaries add to the woeful defenders.

Even if Jon Clinton had the guts to chase after him, I'm afraid these soldiers wouldn't have the guts to follow him out of town.

So Pantos City decisively chose to stand still.

And outside the city.

Among the sparsely retreating Dothraki people, Mosokaole, the gray-haired, sat on his horse with the reins, looking at the tranquility of the tall city of Pantos, with no signs of wanting to chase after him.

He sighed slightly.

He was also not reconciled to failure.

However, this was their only chance to seize the city, but the defenders in the city were not fooled, and Mosuo Kao had no way.

He can't press Jon's head and make him have to chase him out into his trap. The war itself is a process of intrigue. If you don't deceive anyone, you can only fake it.

After all, Kaor and his Khaleesi still have 20,000 troops on their way, and they cut off their retreat when they came, and the Dothraki can only break through in the direction of Myr.

Turn around and fight back?

But the idea only appeared in Mosokao's mind for a second.

Immediately, he thought of the behemoth that flew over his head that day, the pillar of fire that fell from the sky bombarded the ground, and countless clansmen wailed in the flames.

"Never mind."

Mosuo Kao hurriedly shook his gray head and drove this terrible thought out of his mind.

"Get out."

Then the old Kao sighed, and turned the horse's head and legs around the horse's stomach.

tao tao…

The war horse went into the distance.

The Dothraki come and go quickly, after all, they are a nation on horseback.

Moreover, the camp they built was also very simple. What could be taken away after dismantling, the rest that could not be dismantled would simply be thrown here and not needed, and then they would just rob other people.

Then, in the evening.

The Dothraki disappeared outside the city of Pantos.

"It looks like the Dothraki have really retreated."

The ragged prince, who had been hiding in the renovated Prince's Palace for so long, finally came out.

Some time ago, the prince in ragged clothes was very low-key, and he didn't go outside the gate. As the prince of Pantos, it was like he didn't know that the Dothraki outside had been besieged.

It was not even as good as the former nominal prince, who would even climb the top of the city to boost morale when the city-state was in trouble.

However, the prince in ragged clothes does not actually have any morale-boosting effect. After all, everyone already knows his current situation.

Not to mention whether it has been overridden, but in fact there is no real power in his hands, not to mention that he, the prince, still took it by himself.

Those mercenaries also committed many crimes on the bloody night, not only the governor's family, but also many citizens' families were attacked.

Ordinary civilians couldn't tell the difference between other mercenaries and the wind blowing regiment, so they all put the shit pot on the head of the mercenary chief

And now.

The ragged prince also received news of the Dothraki retreat, and suddenly ran out for some unknown reason.

He even went to the top of the city to watch in person, and the expression of looking at the back of the Dothraki was a little complicated.

"Your Majesty. You don't seem so happy?"

Jon Clinton, who was standing beside him, was wearing armor and pressing the hilt of the sword with one hand, with an undisguised look of suspicion on his face.

When the gray-haired old man heard the words of the actual power holder of Pantos, his expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly shook his head.

"Do not."

"I am very happy that the Dothraki have retreated, but it is a pity that the old man did not personally fight to repel these thieves who invaded the territory."

"Is it?"

And Jon Clinton frowned slightly when he heard the explanation of the prince in ragged clothes, but didn't say much.

In fact, as long as the ragged prince didn't kill himself, Viserys would definitely not take the initiative to attack him.

Jon had worked with the King for some time, and he knew his temperament.

Rewards and punishments are clearly defined, reward for merit and punishment for failure.

Since he had promised the Ragged Prince to make him Prince of Pentos, Viserys would not easily break his promise.

Certainly not because of a lost battle, or some natural or man-made disaster, a flood or an earthquake and a failure of the grain harvest, the prince in ragged clothes will be sacrificed to the gods.

Time flies by quickly.

Another two days have passed.

The Dothraki retreated, and reinforcements finally arrived.

Pantos still kept the city gate closed for a few days and did not open it easily, for fear that the Dothraki would suddenly kill a carbine before they went far.

And two days later.

woo-

The bleak horn sound broke the silence in the city.

"what happened?"

"Have the Dothraki fought back again?"

There are many refugees in the city of Pentos whose homes were destroyed by the Dothraki, and they are driven to the city of Pentos.

Then Jon himself went out with the cavalry, repelled the Dothraki, and covered the refugees into the city.

"God bless!"

The sound of trumpets outside the city awakened the fear in the hearts of these poor refugees, who took relief food and hid in the corner of the city wall and shivered.

What the soldiers at the front of the city saw was completely different from what the refugees imagined.

The head of the city of Pantos suddenly burst into cheers that resounded through the sky, and the soldiers hugged each other excitedly and laughed.

"We are victorious!"

"We have defeated the Dothraki!"

Because they saw a flying figure in the distance.

Their king has three dragons.

This is something that no other city-state in the whole world has, and the soldiers of Pentos are even proud of it.

The tourists and merchants who came to Pentos for the first time actually had the purpose of taking a look at the legendary dragon.

However, it is difficult for them to see the magic dragon.

After all, Balerion rarely spends too much time in the city of Pentos. It is too restrained here. The forest and sea outside the city are its paradise.

But the guards at the gates of Pentos could brag to these inquiring travelers with a pat on the chest, with pride on their faces, as if Viserys were some kind of relative of their own.

In the distance, a giant dragon flew in mid-air and made a roar.

And the Targaryen army, whose end could not be seen on the horizon, gradually appeared in people's field of vision.