Legend of the Dragon King of Ice and Fire

The arrogant dwarf is really annoying, and Philip Ford, who is also not perfect, gave the order.

"Bows and crossbows have arrows, ready to give our ex-Prime Minister a gift of promotion!"

If you don't agree, you're ready to kill.

Tyrion shuddered slightly, feeling a bit overwhelmed by his words.

But at this time panic cannot avoid becoming a target, and can only rely on wisdom to fight for a chance to survive.

After a long battle, the little devil does not need to calculate, and is sure that his horse can't escape the blockade of hundreds of arrows.

He forcibly set his mind, pretending to shout fearlessly, concealing his guilty conscience.

"A nightsong city in a small area, our five hundred cavalry is enough to win, Romo, go back and report to His Majesty Zhuo Ge. If the scout sees the nightsong city's defenders shooting arrows, let our army detour to Jiaoting, straight Punch Landau Tali’s lair and wait for my victory!"

The nervous Romo was taken aback for a moment, feeling that this man was talking nonsense, but he was interrupted by the little demon while he was talking nonsense.

"Hush, don't talk about it, just do as I tell you."

After speaking, Tyrion blinked at him deeply.

"Ok."

Romo, who was about to propose to retreat, thought for a moment, then turned his horse's head and ran towards the camp in the woods.

The little devil tightened the reins, ready to turn around and run away at any time.

But before that, he has to risk being shot into a sieve and look at the attitude of the one-eyed jazz.

The arm muscles of the bow and arrow on the city road were tense, and through the arrow hole, it focused on the little demon below, waiting for Philip Ford to issue the command to shoot.

But the one-eyed Sir's face was uncertain, and he seemed to be lost in thought, and he did not speak for a while to let them go and get relief.

Feeling Philip Ford's hesitation, the little demon felt a play, and he continued to tease boldly: "What? Do you choose to welcome the trampling of five hundred cavalry at this time? Or will you bear the arrogance of twenty thousand roaring soldiers in the early morning three days later?"

"How do I feel that dwarf knows something inside? Impossible!"

The captain of the garrison next to Philip Ford was puzzled.

"Huh! I'll give you a chance to survive for three days! Night Song City is the final battlefield for both you and me. What fear do I have for 20,000 barbarians, even if you dare to attack the city!"

The one-eyed jazz didn't want to lose the big because of his small, and to give up the opportunity to make great achievements under the trust of the regent King Tywin Lannister.

Maybe the little devil's rumors are just a slow-down strategy, but he doesn't want to get through with the official career.

The captain of the garrison was watching coldly, his face was full of disdain, he felt that this new city lord was very devoid of Hezhong, maybe he was caught up in the enemy!

Perhaps he was aware of it. One-eyed Sir’s eyes flashed a cold light, and he coldly tilted his head and said: “Victory belongs to a sensible person. You said this. I feel your duplicity. Be careful. Now let me go. open!"

His one eye was sunken, like a black hole, open, like a deep ocean vortex.

Not daring to offend this capricious, scorpion-like man, the defensive captain pretended to walk away.

He was very unconvinced, because the enemies below did not carry flying claws, nor did they bring the ladders or siege towers, how confident they were to trample on the night song city?

"Dear Philip Ford, when the war is over, if you are still alive, I will invite you to drink a glass of authentic red wine that Joffrey tasted."

Tyrion laughed and led the team to leave.

Philip Ford was so angry that he was fighting with his teeth, and he cursed fiercely, "Laugh, laugh, you will soon taste the taste of happiness and sadness. You are all dead people."

Such a presumptuous scene made everyone sweat for the little devil and himself.

"It was too dangerous just now. This time we should let those eunuchs who are good at using shields come."

"But not many eunuchs ride horses."

......

"It's all fools. If someone were to lead you to the battle, it is estimated that all of you will become hedgehogs lying on the ground."

Arguing with a fool is tantamount to playing the piano to a cow, and Tyrion Lannister just wants to laugh at their remarks.

But he had lingering fears, secretly thanking that one-eyed wolf couldn't see the situation clearly.

He didn't know that the defensive captain of Nightsong City was simply his friend, and he faintly guessed his plan.

In any case, the little devil returned safely.

Three days later, in the early hours of the morning, when the mountain mist filled the inside and outside of Yege City, Zhuo Ge's army proceeded as planned.

With the cloak and mask on, the grass man was covered by the nepenthes smoke and the natural fog, and even Zhuo Ge couldn't notice a trace of loopholes.

"Beat the drums of war!"

"Boom boom boom!"

With the sound of the war drums, the horse that was accustomed to the sound of the charge, didn't need to drive, and rushed straight to the night song city.

"Kill!"

The Unsullied followed behind the horses pretentiously, shouted to kill, and stopped outside the range of the trebuchet, adding a touch of realism to the confusing action.

The agreed battle, Night Song City has long been ready for battle.

Countless horses created a momentum like thunder. When they vaguely saw the grassmen rushing in exactly the same clothes as the 500 cavalry that day, Philip Ford had no reason not to take the opportunity to use his hole cards.

"The trebuchet is ready! Put on the wildfire jar!"

When Gunma rushed to the range of the catapult, the one-eyed jazz shouted in excitement.

"Release our green demon! Burn the **** barbarians!"

The slinger took the order, lit the fuse of the wildfire tank, and then threw it high in the sky by the trebuchet.

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The other two tanks fell to the ground, exerting the greatest power of destruction!

The emerald-colored tongue of fire hissed like a poisonous snake and swept all over the place!

Almost everything reflected in the pupils of Sir One-Eyed Jazz was swallowed by the flames of hunger and thirst.

Two emerald-colored mushroom clouds suddenly rose from the ground, reaching a height of thirty or forty feet, and the green demon that exploded in the air was at least sixty feet in the air!

The light of the explosion made the guards of Nightsong City had to cover their eyes. They were terrified for a while and were shocked by the power of the wildfire, but the joy in their hearts was bursting.

The flames danced wildly in the sky and underground, crackling and sizzling, overwhelming all the howls.

The low clouds were stained with the color of wildfire, and shades of green covered the sky.

Strangely beautiful, terribly beautiful!

The hot wind lifted the crimson cloak and whipped it on the face, but the one-eyed Sir didn't want to avoid it.

He has foreseen the scene of the promotion of the title, maybe he will become the duke of a big city?

His excitement is unmatched.

"Tyrion, there must be you in those screams? Hahahaha...!"

He cheered with all the garrisons, they felt that they had won the greatest victory in history!

Because in the history of human warfare in Westeros, there is no hostile force that can compare to Zogo's majestic army!

The wildfire ravaged for more than ten minutes before the power gradually weakened, and the hissing sound became much smaller.

Suddenly, Philip Ford vaguely heard the sound of killing.

On both sides of his eyes, there were joyful soldiers, cheering for victory.

So this is obviously not a scream made by a person, what's the matter?

Philip Ford felt a little uneasy.

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