Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 80
The whirlwind rolled up the sand and swirled around like yellow smoke from the ground, and the ruthless sun was like a flame, tempering the golden skulls decorated on the military flag.

This place is a place of constant war and controversy, and this flag belongs to the Golden Regiment.

From the day when the contract with Mill was broken, the morale of the whole army was very low, and the enthusiastic speech of the commander Harry and the battle cry of "gold is above, cold iron below" failed to inspire people.

Fortunately, the soldiers still cared about the gold promised by Volantis, and they insisted on crossing the sandy sky, the same winding wasteland and hills, and marched towards the town of Vilonses.

Time passed slowly, the weeds under their feet became thicker and the trees they encountered became more and more lush, and they finally came to an area full of forests.

They were very happy about this change, because the rows of trees, like endless giant umbrellas in the hands of a certain god, covered the scorching sun above their heads, the air began to cool down, and other scenery appeared in their eyes. .

The treetops swayed from side to side in the breeze, and everyone felt extremely tired. Facing the suggestion that the brothers in the group needed to rest, the group leader Harry Strickland immediately and wholeheartedly agreed with their views on camping.

At this time, he sent a few more spies to the town of Vilonses to find out what happened to the fighting there.

The mercenaries who received the garrison order cheered and left the camp, rushing to the depths of the forest, looking for all kinds of delicacies they saw in their dreams.

After a long time of work, the trees were felled, the land was leveled and cleared for clearing, but, most pleasingly, the campfire was full of smoky roasts.

When the spies rushed back here panting and riding horses, what they saw was that everyone was gathered in a circle, singing songs happily, tasting delicious food, and holding a carnival banquet.

The aroma of the barbecue was so enticing, but it failed to stop the spies. They quickly jumped off their horses and rushed into the commander's camp, bringing the news that the Volantene consul Marachor had died in battle.

When the words fell to the ground, all the senior management stood up unanimously. After reconfirming that the news was accurate, their mood fell to the bottom, and their bodies were as cold and powerless as if they had been enchanted.

Hearing the joyous drinking and music outside, someone rushed into the soldiers angrily, kicked the barbecue grill, and the campfire exploded into countless sparks and disappeared without a trace, and the audience fell into complete silence.

After a while, Harry Strickland slowly came to his senses. He yelled and vented his unwillingness. He kept tripping over tables and chairs, hit the ground, and got up again with his face covered in blood. This behavior attracted almost all the soldiers in the camp.

In the end, the white-haired archer commander Hei Baqu stood up and stopped the head's crazy move, and then he gathered all the high-level officials together to hold a meeting to decide the future.

They sat down on the spot, and Sir Tristan River, the head's confidant, took the lead in speaking:
"I'm fed up with Fatty Illyrio's plan, the plan that changes every month. This time, the Fatty wants us to tear up the agreement with Mill. What happened? It turned out to be nothing again. Apart from discrediting the Golden Group, they also lost their reputation. What's left?"

"What does this have to do with Illyrio? Isn't this an internal decision of the Golden Group? Didn't we come here because of the gold worth as much as the leader?"

Intelligence officer Lansono Mar frivolously shook his fingers with purple nails, and objected softly. He was a Lysian, with lilac eyes and platinum-blonde hair, and pearls and pearls on his earlobes. Amethyst, many people will regard him as a woman at first sight.

Sir Tristan glanced at Lanthorno Marr with disgust. Although this person looked like a "Targaryen", his temperament made him extremely displeased. He even thought that if he was like this, he might as well die.

However, he saw the somewhat softened attitude of the surrounding high-level officials, and he did not continue to argue with the other party, because all the high-level people knew the reason behind it, and he reminded him that the goal of exonerating the head of the team, Harry Strickland, had already been achieved. .

At this time, the archer commander Hei Baqu stood up again, and said solemnly:
"What we should discuss now is where the brothers will go next and how to make up for the loss of this mission."

Someone smoothed things over, and in the silent atmosphere of the forest, discussions about the future of the Golden Group really started.

"Valantis has three consuls, and now only one Marachor has died. Maybe other consuls are willing to continue to hire us."

"Don't be delusional, I bet they won't think highly of mercenaries, would you like me to demonstrate it to you?"

"Maybe you can loot a few nearby towns to make up for the loss. Although it requires fighting, it's worth it. Since they can get such a high reward, I bet these towns must be very rich!"

"Don't forget the horse king Mungo who killed Malachor. Volantis is now his pasture. According to the spies, he also defeated the once strongest Drogo tribe, with nearly [-] cavalry."

As soon as the last sentence was finished, everyone fell silent regretfully. No one could guarantee that they could easily save their lives after snatching food from the tiger's mouth.

Seeing that the top management got together and couldn't think of any other way, Harry Strickland immediately understood that it was time for him to do something to make up for his prestige.

Moreover, he understood that the idea of ​​looting the town might not sound very good, but no matter what, he had to reach this proposal.

Because the situation made him unable to turn back, he could only continue to move forward, even if he made mistakes.

Except for him and the treasurer, no one else knows. At this time, only the whole army feels heavy. Since he has not received Mir's reward, he has greatly reduced the weight of the luggage. If they do not complete the Valanti In just a few days, they will fall into the predicament of having no food at all.

Thinking of this, Harry Strickland, who had no choice but to use his wits on the spur of the moment, managed to muster up the courage to say while his butt was on fire:

"I have one plan, no, two plans."

"First of all, we can continue to Volantis and negotiate a compensation with the other consuls. After all, Maracho is also one of them. He promised to sign an employment agreement with the Golden Group and pay liquidated damages, which is very reasonable. If they If you don’t agree, if you use looting as a threat, and they have to face Ma Wang’s siege at the same time, I believe the consuls will compromise.”

Seeing that everyone closed their eyes and pretended to rest, except for Tristan Hewen, who showed an expression of disbelief, he still smiled contentedly and said:
"Of course, this money may not be enough to make up for our losses. My other plan is to wait until I get the compensation from Volantis, and then reach a new agreement with the horse king. The Dothraki have no ships. Otherwise, they The raid on Marachor won't just be the horse king Mungo alone. Therefore, we can unite with the horse king. He sends troops to threaten the east bank of the Lorne River, while we plunder the west bank. After the incident, the golden group will take half of it. His property as a gift."

(End of this chapter)