I Became the Mother of Dragons

        "You mean?" the Grand Wise Master asked with a frown.

The Tattered Prince harshly said: "Send all the cavalry to attack, cut off the opponent's team from the middle of the city gate, and rush north to kill the militia of the Mother of Dragons."

"This…" The Grand Wise Master hesitated, looking towards the First Commander of the Allied Forces, Yunkai's First General, and First Army Officer, Grazdan mo Eraz.

The Grazdan, who was swept by Dany almost without damage, is really the first General in Yunkai. He even studied in New Ghis!

He worked in the Iron Legion for 10 years and joined as Captain. After his father died, he went home to inherit his father's business and changed his career to become a great Lord Wise Master.

Because Grazdan's resume is so great, Meereen and New Ghis have recognized his status as the Allied Commander.

Grazdan thought for a moment and said: "I have carefully observed that the White Banner of the Unsullied, the 'Wings of Freedom' of the Mother of Dragons, and the newly established Red Banner of the Guards have all passed by.

The three Dragons did not go to Emerald Lake, which is three kilometers to the north but flew to the forest more than 20 kilometers to the east. Maybe they were foraging for about an hour and a half…

If we can complete the raid within an hour, it should not be dangerous, if the leading general is brave enough to wait for the Dragons to appear before running to the city gate…"

A cold look flashed in Grazdan's eyes, and his right hand fell down like a knife, "Prepare the Scorpions near the city gate in advance, maybe we can kill those Dragons today."

The Tattered Prince looked at Grazdan in amazement and exclaimed: "The experienced see! Would you like to be the soldiers who bring the Dragons?"

But he couldn't refuse. Half a month ago, the coalition army was buried with 50,000 troops. He had to make atonement!

"No problem," he said with high spirits.

Moments later, the city gate opened with a creak, and Grazdan, who had changed into iron armor, led a thousand elite cavalry to run out.

"Kill!" he shouted, holding his Valyrian steel knife.

"Rumble…" The earth was shaking, and the sand and dust trampled on it with the horse's hooves, rolling up a large yellow cloud.

In the afternoon sun, the militiamen, who were riding lazily on horseback, slowly heading north of Yunkai, were stunned, yelled, and madly kicked the horses and rushed away.

A thousand sellswords and cavalry mixed with yellow silk cloaks ignored the scattered militia. They came out from the east gate, drew an arc, and stretched a battalion to the south to charge the front.

"Disperse, throw away any baggage, and disperse!" A militia Captain shouted loudly.

Thousands of wheat sacks, copper pots, and tents were abandoned on the road, and the riders on horseback ran wild without even shooting a bow and arrow. It seemed terrifying.

"Don't mess up the formation, hold on, cut through their ranks!"

Grazdan at the front of the Arrow Front waved his knife and shouted loudly, seeing the militia team, has yet rushed over to facilitate the collapse, and he is satisfied.

Grazdan had never had such a smooth feeling on the battlefield. Intuitively, he felt at his peak in this charge, the shadows of his failure half a month ago completely disappeared from him, and the terrifying Dragon's roar from then can be forgotten.

"Buzz–"

Suddenly, the "militia" riders in front no longer fled, but stood there quietly, and then the nightmare came again, A terrifying roar came from behind the line of militia riders.

"Buzz——" The famous horse of Grazdan, so strong that even wild wolves do not approach, suddenly had its front hooves fold as soft as noodles, and then Grazdan felt a whirlwind, light disappeared from his field of vision, and there was a lot of noise. The noisy shouts and a nightmarish Dragon roar floated to his ears, and he lost consciousness in the chaos…

After an unknown amount of time, Grazdan felt that someone was touching his crotch.

In an instant, reason returned.

He is not dead?

A Captive?

Wait, someone is taking off his armor!

Grazdan quietly opened his eyes and saw two men in linen and short sleeves pulling his iron boots, surrounded by a pile of bloody naked corpses as high as a firewood pile.

Why didn't they capture me?

Then he knew the reason. He opened his eyes and was stuck with blood, and his face was numb as if a thick scab had formed.

The blood of some unfortunate bastard splashed all over his face, and the militiamen who searched the battlefield thought he was dead.

No, they are taking off my iron boots, the armor will be stripped off and they will come back to untie my leather armor and lining, they will immediately find that he has a body temperature and heartbeat…

Thinking of this, he immediately became highly concentrated, and when the two militiamen had just pulled the iron boots off his feet, he suddenly retracted his legs, and at the moment when the militiamen were shocked, two feet hit their faces hard.

Then, Grazdan propped up the ground with his hands and stood up, without looking at the two militiamen who were dazed by the assault, he pulled his legs and looked towards the big tan horse grazing leisurely beside him.

"Enemy!" nearby militiamen shouted.

Grazdan had long seen that there were more than two militiamen cleaning the battlefield, so he didn't have the intention of killing the two people on the opposite side.

It's also good luck. The dozen Dothraki behind him are shooting arrows, but none of the arrows hit him.

Well, he was lying on the back of the horse, three or four arrows were in his ass and thighs, and even the warhorse under him was hit by seven or eight arrows, but apart from running faster, he did not stop.

After only running for four or five miles, he caught a glimpse of the city wall's shadow, but he didn't dare to raise his head and shout.

It was just after dusk, the sky was dark, and most of the soldiers on the city wall could not recognize him. He even caught a glimpse of the little cold light reflected by the iron arrows under the firelight on the city head. At the critical moment, he was blessed and turned over. Hiding under the horse's belly.

next moment, "whiz whiz whiz…"

The arrows on the city wall, the horse neighed, fell heavily to the ground, and from behind the Dothraki scout also pulled the reins, and left after a few words of silent grumbling.

Rescue!

Grazdan sighed in relief under the horse's belly.

It's night.

Five kilometers north of Yunkai, in a tent on a low hill.

"What? Grazdan was also in that group of cavalry, and he escaped?" Dany was very angry when she heard the news reported by the Dothraki.

The afternoon's lure action was for venting anger, and by the way, to deter the Yunkai slave masters, what could be more effective than cutting off the head of the Ghis coalition Commander?

"With such obvious features of Grazdan, you are all blind?"

"Khaleesi, you really can't blame us, if I hadn't asked the captive, I wouldn't have known that bastard was out of the city." Dothraki Kiek cried out.

Kiek was the Dothraki who challenged Jorah outside the Drogo tent that day.

Dany went against tradition and didn't let him die on the ground, but saved him instead.

So this young man joins her Khas too – Kiek was originally a Ko Pono minion.

In addition to Bloodrider, Khalasar's capable Dothraki are also reused one after another, and Kiek is one of the militia's Great Captains.

"The Wise Master's black hair is so long and the helmet is so high, how is it not conspicuous?" Dany snapped back.

"No high helmet," Kiek exclaimed.

Well, only capable Dothraki dare to yell at Dany these days.

Dany waved her hand and said, "Bring the highest-ranking prisoner here!"

After a while, the two Unsullied guards at the gate of the large tent lifted the cowhide curtain, and the red-haired Lyra personally walked in with a guard with a blond captive.

In the light of the bright torch, Dany saw that the other party was a white man with fair hair and blue eyes.

Armor removed, white shirt and black trousers.

It's difficult to distinguish between being male or female, burly stature, more than 1.8 meters tall, with a somewhat feminine chest and hip curve, drooping shoulders, and blond hair scattered on the face, but the other party is large and square, not covered by hair.

The nose looks a little rugged, and the torn rotten flesh reveals two pitch-black nostrils, there is a deep cross-shaped scar on both sides of the cheeks, and the blue eyes are like ice that cannot be melted.

"Who is this?" Dany saw Lyra.

"Windblown torturer, Pretty Meris." The red-haired Knight looked complicated.

Dany frowned and couldn't help thinking of 'Beauty' Brienne, it seems that the "beauty" that women love most has become a sharp sword.

"Your friend?" she asked.

"She's not a friend, she's also from Westeros. We've met a few times, this guy is very difficult to communicate with." Lyra complained.

"Oh, it turns out to be another from Westeros." Dany nodded and said with a smile: "Help Meris unlock the shackles."

Lyra, who was dressed in iron and only took off her helmet. With the guard, Meris' hands and feet were released from the chains.

"What's wrong with Grazdan?"

Meris rubbed his wrists, looked at Dany indifferently, and said, "He's the Commander of the Cavalry Regiment. Remarkably, he cut off his long hair and took off his Tokar robe. Your people didn't recognize him because he was wearing the same iron armor as us."

Meris' voice was hoarse, But not as rough as her face.

Perhaps because of her career as a torturer, she knew exactly what Dany wanted to know, so she simply said it.

"So that's how it is." To understand Grazdan's situation, Dany asked again: "Is it possible for your Tattered Prince to join me?"

She was also very straightforward.

"The captain will only stand on the side of the winner, he thinks you have no chance of winning."

After finishing speaking, Meris looked towards Lyra and said strangely: "Your Company, what were you all thinking?"

"There is no Company of the Rose anymore, Jon and I have become the Queen's Knights, regular Knights!" Lyra said proudly.

"I mean, have you considered the consequences? When the Mother of Dragons falls, the Company of the Rose will be over." Meris said with a sneer.

"Fall?" Lyra faintly smiled, and said: "We are besieging Yunkai now, and you don't even dare to leave the city gate, who will be defeated?"

"The battle is not in Yunkai. It's not even Slaver's Bay anymore, the Mother of Dragons is against the whole world." Meris sighed.

"One step at a time!" Dany raised her hand to end the conversation.

Carefree's Lyra may not have noticed it, but Dany found that Windblown's Torturer's eyes were deserted, obviously taking the opportunity to test her trump card.

"Meris, tell me, what should I do with your group of captives?" Having said this, she turned to Lyra and asked, "How are the casualties?"

"We lost 30 soldiers, 300 of the opposite sides died, 700 were captured, about 300 sellswords, 400 yellow silk cloaks. In addition to the dead and disabled, we also got more than 900 good horses." The red-haired woman Knight replied.

Dany nods, looking towards Pretty Meris, "Have you thought about it?"

"I think the chief will pay you a big ransom."

Obviously, the ugly Meris didn't have the idea of taking refuge.

With a move in her heart, Dany said as usual: "Okay, let Windblown send an envoy to negotiate with me tomorrow afternoon. If the price is right, we will give you back after the war."