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

Seeing the Dothraki retreat, it was easy to guess that something changed in another battlefield.

Otherwise, these Dothrakis, who have rushed from a thousand miles to a huge fanfare, would definitely not be reconciled to flee in such a dingy manner.

certainly.

This does not rule out that the Dothraki were seduce them and set a trap in advance.

If the defenders in the city of Pentos dare to chase them out, they will be killed without leaving behind, and then take advantage of the trend to seize the city.

If you just look at the way the Dothraki people retreat outside, it really looks like a fake.

Although Jon Clinton is not very old, he can be regarded as an old commander with rich experience. Of course, he will not take the initiative to be deceived.

And what kind of soldiers did the others bring in the field battle with the Dothraki? Unsullied, no matter how bad they are, they are also good soldiers and strong generals.

And what army is left to him in Pantos? A group of mercenaries add to the unbearable defenders.

Even if Jon Clinton had the guts to chase him out, I am afraid these soldiers would not have the guts to follow him out of the city.

So the city of Pantos decisively chose not to move.

And outside the city.

Among the sparsely retreating Dothrakis, the gray-haired Moso Kaorle sat on the war horse with the reins, looking at Pantos's tall city head quietly, without the slightest desire to chase them out.

Sighed slightly.

He is not reconciled to failure.

However, this was their only chance to win the city, but the defender in the city was not fooled, and Moso Kao had no way.

He also couldn't press Jon's head to make him have to chase out and walk into his trap. The war itself is a process of intrigue, and if you don't deceive people, you can only do a fake show.

After all, Kao and his Kalixi and 20,000 troops were already on their way, and cut off their retreat when they came. The Dothraki can only break through in the direction of Mill.

Turn around and fight back?

But this thought only appeared in Moso Kao's mind for a second.

Immediately he thought of the behemoth that flew overhead that day, the pillar of fire that fell from the sky bombarded the earth, and countless people wailed in the flames...

"Forget it."

Moso Kao shook his pale head quickly and drove the terrible thought out of his mind.

"Withdraw."

Then the old Kao sighed, turning the horse's head and legs to pinch the horse's belly.

Ta Ta Ta...

The war horse went to the distance.

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

And the camps they put down are also very crude. What they can take away when they are removed, and the rest that can't be removed are simply thrown here and don't need it. Then they can grab other people.

Then, in the evening.

The Dothraki disappeared outside the city of Pantos.

"It seems that the Dothraki really retreated."

The prince in tattered clothes, who had been hiding in the prince's palace which had been repaired for a long time, finally came out.

Some time ago, the prince of tattered clothes was very low-key, and the door did not go out. As the prince of Pantos, it was like not knowing that the Dothraki people outside had already besieged the city.

Not even as good as the former prince in name, the prince in name will go up to the top of the city to boost morale when the city is in trouble.

But the Prince of Tattered Clothes did not actually boost morale, after all, everyone already knew his current situation.

Not to mention whether it was emptied, but in fact there is no real power in his hands, not to mention that the prince he still took hands.

Those mercenaries also committed many crimes in the **** night. Not only the governor's family, but many citizens' families were also attacked.

Ordinary civilians couldn't tell the difference between other mercenaries and the wind blowing group, so they all buttoned the **** basin on the head of this mercenary...

And now.

The Prince of Tattered Clothes also received the news of the Dothraki retreat, not knowing why he suddenly ran out.

He even went to the top of the city to watch it in person, looking at the Dothraki who was going away, with a somewhat complicated look on the back.

"My prince... doesn't seem to be so happy?"

And Jon Clinton, who was standing on the side, was wearing armor and pressing the hilt with one hand, with an unconcealed look of suspicion on his face.

The gray-haired old man heard what Pantos said, his face changed slightly, and he shook his head quickly.

"Do not."

"I'm very happy that the Dothraki retreats, but I regret that the old man didn't personally go into battle to repel the thieves who invaded the territory."

"Is it?"

Jon Clinton frowned slightly when he heard the explanation from Prince Tattered, but he didn't say much.

In fact, as long as Prince Tattered does not kill himself, Viselis will definitely not take the initiative to take him.

Jon has worked with the King for a while, and it is considered that he has some understanding of his temper.

The rewards and punishments are clearly distinguished.

Since he had promised the Prince Tattered that he would become the Prince of Pantos, then Viselis would not easily break his promise.

Certainly not because of a defeat, or a natural disaster, a flood, an earthquake, and a crop failure, the Prince of Tie-clothes would be sacrificed to the gods.

Soon time passed in a hurry.

Two more days passed.

The Dothraki retreated, and reinforcements finally arrived.

Pantos still closed the gate tightly these few days and did not open it easily, fearing that the Dothraki would not go far and suddenly kill a carbine.

And two days later.

Woo-

The desolation of the horn broke the silence in the city.

"what happened?"

"Did the Dothraki fight back again?"

There are many refugees who were destroyed by the Dothraki in the city of Pantos, and they were driven to the city of Pantos.

Afterwards, Jon took the cavalry out personally, repelled the Dothraki people and shielded these refugees into the city.

"Bless the gods!"

The sound of the horn outside the city awakened the fear in the hearts of these poor refugees, and they hid in the corner of the wall roots shivering with relief food one after another.

The soldiers at the head of the city saw a scene completely different from the imagination of the refugees.

The head of Pantos burst into cheers, and the soldiers embraced each other excitedly and laughed.

"We have won!"

"We defeated the Dothraki!"

Because they saw a flying figure in the distant sky ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ their king owns three dragons.

This is something that no other city-state in the world can have, and the soldiers of Pantos even take it as pride.

The travellers and merchants who visited Pantos 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, Bellerion rarely stays too much in Pantos, it is too restrained here, and the forest and sea outside the city are its paradise.

However, Pantos's gate guards could brag with these inquiring travelers with their **** patted, with pride on their faces, as if Viselis was a relative of his own family.

A giant dragon flew in the air in the distance, making a roar.

On the horizon, the Targaryen army, which could not see the end at a glance, also gradually appeared in people's field of vision.