Blood of the True Dragon

Chapter 43 Night Attack!

For an hour the cloaked knights of Meereen on their tall horses hurled insults, mocking the besiegers' Unsullied as an army of eunuchs.The defenders of Meereen cheered and cheered on the city.

"His name is Oznak zo Parr," Brown ben Plumm reported to Aegon after the council of war.This person is the new head of the Second Sons, elected by fellow mercenaries.

"Before I joined the Second Sons, I was his uncle's personal bodyguard. These great masters are all fat maggots, and the women are not bad-if you don't look at the inappropriate masters in an inappropriate way, you will Lose your life immediately.

A friend of mine named Scapo, whose liver was gouged out by this Oznak, claimed that Scapo raped a certain lady with his eyes, and this trip was to protect her honor.

It was too absurd to believe, how can eyes rape? His uncle was the richest in Meereen anyway, and his father commanded the city defense, so I ran away like a mouse before he killed me too. "

They watched as Oznak zo Parr dismounted from his white steed, took off his tunic, pulled the thing out, and urinated roughly into the burnt olive grove where Aegon's golden tent stood.

Seeing the other party's triumphant look, Jon Clinton couldn't bear it anymore: "Your Majesty, let me kill him!"

"Sir Jon, you are my right-hand man, and there is still a place for you to contribute at night. Now is not the time for you to act!"

Aegon didn't know whether Jon Connington could defeat the opponent, so he didn't intend to let Jon take risks.

Anyway, Belwas can solve the opponent, so why bother with it?

On the high walls of Meereen, the laughter grew louder, and hundreds of defenders followed the example of the heroes defending the city, urinating from between the walls to show their contempt.

Strong Belwas was eating a sausage in the shadow of the big tent.

After hearing the order, he ate three mouthfuls, wiped his oily hands on his trousers, and asked his attendants to fetch his scimitar.

When the knife came, Strong Belwas squinted down the edge, and with a grunt, slipped it back into the leather sheath, and fastened the sword belt around his broad waist.

Bring the shield too, a small iron disc about the size of a pie plate, which the eunuch held in his left hand, rather than strapped to his forearm as was the custom of Westerosi warriors.

"Get me onions and liver, Ser Jorah," said Belwas. "Not now and later. Killing makes Strong Belwas hungry."

Without waiting for an answer, he came out of the olive grove with heavy steps and headed towards Oznak zo Parr. It tasted like warming wine and chopping Huaxiong, and Aegon felt that he should really match this product with a war horse.

"Are you sure you want to send him to fight?" Jon Clinton still hesitated.

"The strong Belwas was once a slave in the arena here. If the famous Oznak was defeated by such a person, the great masters would be greatly humiliated. Nor is it worth anything to them, and Meereen cannot be proud."

Belwas plodded forward, to the cheers of the siege party, and from the walls and towers of Meereen came shouts and jeers.Oznak zo Pal remounted, straightening the corkscrew lance.The war horse shook its head impatiently, pawing the sand with its hooves.Although the eunuchs are huge, they are small compared to the men and horses.

"If you have chivalry, you should dismount." Jon Connington snorted.

Oznak zo Pal leveled his spear and charged.

Belwas stopped, legs apart, the buckler in one hand, and the arakh that Arstan had so carefully tended in the other.The yellow silk bellyband couldn't hide his huge brown belly and sagging chest, and apart from a ridiculously small studded leather vest, he wore no armor, even his nipples were exposed.

"We should give him mail." Dany felt suddenly uneasy.

"No need, the mail will only slow you down," Ser Jorah said. "No armor is worn in the arena, and the audience has to watch the bloodshed."

Dust rose between the hooves of the white warhorses, and Oznak thundered toward Strong Belwas, his striped cloak fluttering in the wind, and the city of Meereen screamed and shouted.The cheers from the siege side seemed sparse in comparison, because the main Unsullied remained in formation and stood silently, expressionless like stones.

Belwas was also like a stone, blocking the horse's path rigidly, with his broad back tensed.Oznak's spear was aimed at the center of his chest, the bright iron point gleaming in the sunlight.

Just at the critical moment, the eunuch turned sideways and let the rider pass by in the blink of an eye.

The hero of the moat circled his horses and raised his spear, and the men of Meereen on the walls shouted louder when Belwas made no reply.

"What is he doing?" Dany asked.

"Show off," Ser Jorah said.

Oznak led his horse around Belwas in a wide circle, then kicked his spurs hard and charged again.Belwas waited quietly again, turned around at a critical moment, and pushed the spear head away.

This time she heard the eunuch's rumble of laughter echoing across the field as the hero passed.

"It's too long," Ser Jorah said. "Belwas just needs to avoid the point. The fool should ride straight at him, not try to pick him up smartly."

Oznak zo Parr charged for the third time, and Dany could see clearly that he was heading for Belwas, like a Westerosi knight in a jousting, not Rudos. Racks head-on into their opponents.

Considering that the flat and wide ground allowed the horses to gain speed, but also allowed the eunuchs to easily dodge the cumbersome fourteen-foot spears, the pink and white defender of Meereen tried to anticipate the actions of his opponents, and at the last moment, he sent The lance deflected to catch up with the dodge of Strong Belwas.

Belwas had been on his guard, and this time he crouched instead of turning sideways.The lance passed harmlessly overhead, Belwas rolled abruptly, and the sharp arakh cut a silver arc, slashing at the leg.The steed neighed sharply, then fell, and the hero tumbled from his saddle.

A sudden silence fell over the brick walls of Meereen.Cheering happily, he became Aegon's subordinate.

Oznak jumped off his horse, and drew out his long sword before the strong man Belwas attacked. Gold and iron intersected, and the ringing sounded again and again, like a storm, so fast that people couldn't see the moves clearly.

It wasn't long before Belwas was slashed under his breasts, blood covered his chest, and Oznak had an arakh cut between his horns.

The eunuch drew out the knife vigorously, and slashed three times, separating the hero's head from his body.He held his head up high for the Meereenians to see, and flung it toward the gate, where it bounced and rolled on the sand.

The scene immediately burst into cheers, but the walls of Meereen were dead silent.

Aegon did not indulge in the joy of victory, and after ordering the soldiers to throw the slave's shackles into the city, he gave orders to Jon Connington and Gray Worm:

"Ser Jon, Gray Worm, I order you to lead a small team to sneak into Meereen from the sewers tonight, break through the armory inside and free the slaves in the city!"

(End of this chapter)