I Became the Mother of Dragons

      In the early morning of the next day, the fences that had been burned were scattered on the muddy ground, and strands of white smoke emerged from the hot black charcoaled remains, carrying a choking scorch stench, spreading to a mist that fills Yunkai's outskirts.

One can vaguely see through the smog what the yellow silk cloaks, in groups of three or four, are looking for on the ground, and one can vaguely hear the rustling of walking and low-pitched voices….

Soon, the first rays of sunlight broke through the smoke, bringing warmth and light to the devastated earth, and to the generals of the Ghis surrounding the camp, a vastness and clarity's vision.

The charred traces stretch for 10 kilometers. Except for the first kilometer, the land behind is relatively empty and tidy. There is only a black spot in an orderly arrangement, like a scar on a monk's head, which is left by the burning of the bonfire.

"Ai, obviously, most of the space in the front and middle camps don't even have tents at all, and the countless bonfire traces are naturally not soldiers'… empty camps.

General Grazdan, we've been fooled by a neat little trick."

The Tattered Prince sat high and straight in the high saddle, his voice Loud, the whole venue could hear it clearly.

He rode on a tall and sturdy gray warhorse. The hind legs of the gray horse dragged countless strips of cloth. After the regimental commander killed the enemy, he was sent from the enemy's camp.

"Prince, we needed a victory, our soldiers needed a victory to rebuild their confidence in the special moment of Meereen's fall." Grazdan lowered his voice.

"We all understand the importance of morale, so we didn't expose your lies," the Tattered Prince looked around and lowered his voice, "The soldiers trumpeted your great deeds in the city: they say you set 20 battalions on fire. Here, 500 Ghis elite cavalry killed 10,000 enemies, the Mother of Dragons only had 3,000 Unsullied and was also besieged by the Yunkai army…"

"Huhhmm, the rear battalion was indeed surrounded by us." Grazdan coughed and said a little unnaturally.

"500 cavalry besieged 1,500 Unsullied and 2,500 militia?" The Tattered Prince glanced at the Yunkai General and said pointedly: "The truth is that you hacked and burned 10,000 scarecrows and 47 sellswords last night.

If you hadn't brought only 500 men and your troops were just slightly insufficient, our more than 900 captured soldiers tied to the front camp would have died."

"At least this time we finally found out the truth of the enemy, and let the Yunkai army and civilians restore their confidence in defeating that woman." He said to boost his accomplishment.

"So, the rear camp has been taken?" Zidan asked.

"Of course." Grazdan said resolutely: "The woman will bring the army and countless provisions back to Yunkai at some point, so we can't besiege the rear camp then.

But leaving the rear battalion alone will not only take a major blow to our morale, but also increase the arrogance of the enemy, and the soldiers and siege equipment in the enemy camp will all be used by that woman."

The Tattered Prince agreed: "From a tactical point of view, Yunkai and the Mother of Dragons are going to meet force with force sooner or later, so they should eat some of her elite soldiers while the enemy's main force is not there…

I think when the Mother of Dragons returns and sees fifteen hundred Unsullied heads stuck on both sides of the road and she, as proud as she is, will be furious and less rational."

Meris and Denzo were on the side hearing this, and their faces changed drastically. They never imagined that the leader would deal with the Mother of Dragons in such a cruel way.

Be aware that they have signed a contract before, Windblown must stay in Yunkai but must work hard and not be stained with the blood of the soldiers of the Mother of Dragons.

What happened to the leader?

The two were puzzled.

"Hahaha, that's it! Fifty thousand slaves failed to anger her, but the heads of 4,000 soldiers will make her furious – whether she truly cherishes her soldiers or to protect her reputation, she must no longer be able to keep her cold-hearted thoughts, making mistakes in the chaos, and we have a chance to win." Grazdan said with a big smile.

"Lord Wise Masters! You have completely grasped that woman's mind." A Ghis general exclaimed.

"Of course, I'm also the Great General," Grazdan looked up at the red sun gradually rising in the east, with a heroic look of loneliness, "Only heroes can understand heroes, although I have an antagonistic relationship with her, I also have to admit that we are both people at the top, can we not be proud?

In the past several decades, I have gone through thousands of battles, every time. I was so proud.

So after the loss at the White Poplar Slope that day, my mood was almost frantic to the point of collapse, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.

Such a state of mind caused me to make a series of misjudgments in the following days, until last night's great and holy victory–"

The Tattered Prince sullenly thought: You have the gall to make such remarks after only finding out her plans through stupid luck and blind rushing?

Grazdan, who finally defeated the Dragon Queen once and will soon be defeated for the second time, did not notice the soured expressions of the people around him and said with emotion: "I can best understand her mood at this time, one after another. After a few great victories, you must be proud, but as long as you encounter a major setback, it is like falling from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley, and there is no chance of turning over again."

"Lord Wise Masters, the enemy's military strength is not small, more than 4,000, including 1,500 Unsullied, I'm afraid we won't be able to win in a short time." Meris couldn't help but interject.

"hmph, Windblown's 2,000 elites still can't win against 1,000 Unsullied?" The Tattered Prince glanced at the torcher blankly, looked towards Grazdan, and said, "I wonder how many troops the Wise Masters intends to dispatch?"

"All!"

...

"All!?" The Grand Wise Master roared with slipping self-control with his hands smashing the table: "Grazdan, are you mad!? Our purpose is to hold Yunkai! You bring all our troops out of the city, and we'll be defenseless!"

"Grand Wise Master, listen to my analysis…."

This time, Grazdan, who had the draft, systematically presented the "Psychology of the Dragon Queen" to all the Wise Masters and Great Masters present.

Seeing everyone's expressions of understanding, he concluded: "Maybe she has a more solid state of mind than me, but she is only 15 years old, and now having taken Meereen swiftly, only to return and see her 4,000 soldiers' heads on a pike, how could she not get angry?

Don't forget House Targaryen's 'Mad Blood'! When she goes crazy, we have a chance to win."

"What's wrong with your head!?" Yezzan yelled, staring at his yellow eyes, "If the city breaks, the Dragon Queen, who has been driven mad by you, is likely to slaughter the city!"

"Hiss… "Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air and looked hesitant.

Grand Wise Master suddenly said, indifferently: "Okay."

"What?"

"Grazdan, fifteen thousand newly formed Ghis militiamen will stay in the city, they are new recruits, they can defend the city wall, but they are completely unqualified in the field.

You can bring 10,000 Pit Fighters, 10,000 Ghis warriors, and 3,500 sellswords with you to go out of the city, with the remaining 1,500 sellswords to cooperate with the Ghis recruits to defend the city.

I only have one request, kill all the Unsullied!" The Grand Wise Master looked at the Yunkai General, word for word popping out from between his teeth, his expression was cold and decisive.

"Mureno, are you crazy?" Yezzan, the shit man, couldn't believe it.

"It's not that I'm crazy, it's you, you…"

Grand Wise Master's right-hand index points to Yezzan, then sweeps all the Wise and Great Masters one by one, "You seem to have forgotten one thing, we've killed fifty thousand slaves!

In the way she handled Astapor, if Yunkai were felled, almost all in our family would be killed.

The worst result is this, even if she is crazy, can she kill all our families?"

"This…" Even Yezzan was also silent.

After a long while, he said with a bitter smile: "I said earlier, don't do it like that, Yunkai is different from Astapor, you…

Alas, it's too late to say anything now.

Grazdan, do you have the confidence to take down that 4,000-man camp in one day?"

The Yunkai Great General waved his hand domineeringly, and proudly said: "It won't take a day, with absolute strength, before dark today, you will see my messenger."

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"Report—— —————————!!"

It was only three o'clock in the afternoon, and all of the Wise Masters and Great Masters were sitting in the hall in silence before a yellow silk cloak wearing a scorching sun mark, hurried to the pyramid, running up from below.

"Oh, so fast?!" The slave masters all stood up in unison, looking towards the direction of the palace gate with smiling faces.

The Grand Wise Master took a few steps from his seat, and hurriedly shouted from a distance, "You are the messenger of General Grazdan!?"

"I… I…I am…" The yellow silk cloak was pale, his brow beaded with sweat, and the intense running almost made him breathless.

"Very well, I understand!" The Grand Wise Master turned around, raised his hands, and shouted: "Congratulations to Grazdan, the Yunkai Great General!"

"Grazdan, Grazdan! Great General Grazdan!"

The Wise Masters, Great Masters, Ghis Commander, and Yellow Silk Cloaks of the palace all raised their hands and cheered wildly.

Even the fat paralyzed man Yezzan raised his right hand reluctantly and sighed to Sweets beside him: "Although I don't like him, Grazdan is also worthy of this great name, strong and fearless, unyielding perseverance, quick thinking… He is a rare breed of General in these times!"

Ugh, "Grazdan" was also the name of a great man of the Old Empire of Ghis.

"Great General Grazdan!" Gradually, even the guards outside the pyramid shouted.

Grazdan led tens of thousands of troops out of town, and everyone saw it and knew what they were going to do.

At this moment, hearing such a cry from the Great Pyramid in the center of the city, the citizens naturally understand that Grazdan has once again defeated the evil Mother of Dragons!

Therefore, the cheers of "Great General Grazdan" resounded throughout the city.

Yunkai was immersed in a sea of joy, and youths in Tokar robes even took to the streets to dance with strangers on the road.

"Ah….ahh..!" Amidst the surrounding laughter, the messenger paled in shock as tears slipped from his eyes.

The Grand Wise Master as he turned to look was stunned for a moment, but then he realized that although Grazdan had won the battle, the enemy had lost 1,500 Unsullied.

"Do not cry on such a momentous day! Dying for Yunkai is the best place for Sons of the Harpy." He was lightly comforted.

"Ahhh...ah..." The yellow silk cloak fell down and cried even more.

"Look, young man…" The Grand Wise Master smiled and said to the Wise Masters beside him: "If you lack experience, you should work hard with the Great General Grazdan."

"Grand Wise Master! She marches to our steps! The Mother of Dragons! We are doomed, the Great General Grazdan has been… annihilated!" the messenger wailed.