Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 390 Reese—Tower System

Soon, hundreds of elite cavalry were running wildly, holding high the banner of a crowned stag.

Batt's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he raised his arms to signal waiting.

He was waiting for the dragon to appear.

A total of 20,000 Dornish soldiers were dispatched in this invasion of the Stormlands.

The strategy is divided into two general directions.

Attack Stonehelm City and seize the strategic base.

Harass Crow's Nest City and Eagle's Nest Castle, and intercept the reinforcements of Storm's End Castle.

He sent teams to plunder the mills and villages within the territory of the two castles, and were attacked by the dragon knights of the Velaryon family.

Hundreds of soldiers died in vain.

"Hiss..."

There was a roar from the sky, and the light silver dragon shadow flashed past.

"preparation!"

Bart opened his eyes wide and stared directly at the giant dragon above his head.

The sea smoke does not fly high, and the vertical pupils overlook the surrounding environment.

Blocked by lush trees, the Dornish soldiers were hidden from sight.

Click...

The crossbowman's heart was beating wildly as he controlled the scorpion crossbow to aim at the dragon, sweat dripping from his fingers.

Dragons are unattainable magical creatures that symbolize power and conquest.

During the Conqueror period, Dorne shot a dragon and repelled the Targaryen invasion.

"Hiss..."

The sea smoke rose in vain and moved sideways into the distance.

Batt's expression changed slightly and he couldn't wait to say: "Listen to my order and shoot!"

Shoot the dragon and his name will be passed down through the ages.

With an order, two thousand crossbowmen loosened their bowstrings, and arrows rained down like raindrops.

The scorpion crossbows were launched at the same time, locking onto the light silver dragon in mid-air.

Suddenly, the march of hundreds of storm knights slowed down, and arrows hit the hard armor with crackling sounds.

"Xu~~"

The horses of a few unlucky ones were shot, fell to the ground screaming, and were trampled to pulp by the large army.

"There's an ambush, raise your shield!"

The knight captain shouted loudly and raised his oaken shield half as high as a man to resist.

Storm Knights are the elite of the elite. They quickly adjust their formation upon receiving orders to form an impenetrable shield wall.

"Hiss..."

In mid-air, Hai Yan screamed and moved nimbly to avoid the steel spear.

The young dragon's scales couldn't stop the scorpion crossbow, but it was smaller and faster.

Lanino turned his head in surprise and stared at the forest where the crossbow bolts were fired.

There are open areas for more than ten miles around, and the wide roads are smooth.

Only the dense jungle grows on the east side, and there are lush shrubs on the outside.

In the forest, Bart stomped the ground angrily, grabbed a scorpion crossbow, and shouted angrily: "Crossbowmen cover, infantry surrounds Storm Riders!"

"As ordered!"

The crossbowmen hid behind trees and suppressed them from a distance, while the remaining three thousand melee infantrymen armed with spears launched a charge.

Bart stared at the giant dragon, stirred the roulette wheel vigorously, gritted his teeth and said: "Watch me shoot you into the sky!"

Click!

The fine steel spear shot out like a command arrow.

Dornish soldiers swarmed out and marched forward in unison with the hail of arrows.

The sea smoke roared angrily and hovered high in the sky, avoiding the shots of the stainless steel spears.

At first glance, Storm's End appears to be at a stalemate.

"Hiss!!"

Suddenly, a sharp roar sounded, alarming the birds in the dense forest.

An ugly dragon with a mud-colored body and brown wings swooped over.

"Dragon Flame!"

The young man shouted passionately, with a big smile on his face.

Suddenly, dragon flames like mud dots fell from the sky, smashing through the dense forest.

Bart raised his head in panic when he heard the sound, and only had time to see hail-like brown mud-colored flames hitting his head.

boom--

The dragon flame was like a hard stone, instantly smashing the person's head and bleeding, and then the flames with the smell of mud were wrapped around him.

Both the man and the ballista were killed in the flames at the same time.

"Haha~"

Aemond cheered for joy, leaned on the dragon's back and shouted: "Add more fire!"

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief's eyes showed pride, his diving speed increased, and he spit out a large range of dragon flames.

"Aemond, be careful of the scorpion crossbow!"

Lannino shouted from afar, riding Sea Smoke to attack the Dornish infantry who ran out of the forest.

Eamond was so excited that he shouted: "Don't worry, the sheep thief will protect me!"

The sheep thief neighed, and his thick scales ignored the crossbow bolts of the fine steel arrows, gliding unscrupulously at low altitude.

The vertical pupils were aligned with the threatening giant ballista, and the mud-like dragon flames were sprayed for precise bombing.

After two consecutive dives, all five Scorpion Crossbows were scrapped.

"Run away, we can't stop the two dragons!"

"Run to the rainforest!"

Without the general's command, the Dornish soldiers were like a piece of scattered sand and immediately collapsed into an army.

This is not to blame for their poor organizational skills.

As soon as the vanguard troops rushed out of the forest, they were burned through the formation by a puff of dragon flame from the sea smoke and turned into headless flies scurrying around.

The Storm Rider charged forward on horseback, easily punching through several enemies.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief was as excited as the driver, setting fire to the forest like an arsonist, and the smoke spread for miles.

The Dornish soldiers hiding in the forest were brutally attacked and fled in panic.

The style of the painting changed and it turned into an arson scene of an ugly evil dragon.

……

It lasted for a long time, and the sky gradually became dusk.

"Clean the battlefield and don't let anyone live!"

The forest was ablaze, and the hillsides and roads were strewn with charred corpses.

The sun-piercing spear flag symbolizing the Martell family fell into the mud, burning holes.

Led by Royce Cullen, hundreds of storm knights roamed on horseback, stabbing their lances into the chests of corpses one by one.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief flew across the smoke-filled forest and landed arrogantly in front of the cavalry team.

On the dragon's back, Aemond's face was full of excitement, and a line of hot sweat broke out on his forehead.

The sea smoke circled twice and carried the driver down smoothly.

Lanino took off his helmet and said excitedly: "We have repelled the ambush. It's time to mobilize a large number of troops to rush to the besieged Stonehelm City."

The story of Dornishmen harassing Crow's Nest and Falcon's Nest has long reached Storm's End.

With no stronghold between the two castles, the Dornishmen would surely be lying in wait in the adjoining forest along the way.

Count Cullen personally planned and carried out this counter-annihilation war based on every plan.

Earl Cullen rode on his horse and muttered: "These soldiers are only half of the blocking force. Let's first open up the main road from Crow's Nest City to Stonehelm City."

It takes time to mobilize troops. Storm's End has temporarily recruited thousands of soldiers, and it is easy to suffer heavy losses if it is attacked halfway.

Emond greatly agreed upon hearing this and reported: "The sheep thief burned many people on fire, but many more went into the woods."

These fleeing rebels will once again form small groups of guerrillas. When fighting the Dornish, you must not underestimate the small groups of skirmishers.

Otherwise you will suffer a big loss.

Earl Karen hesitated for a moment and made a judgment: "Then let's go to Crow's Nest City to station ourselves and wait for the follow-up troops to arrive."

Stonehelm City is a fortified city, presumably capable of withstanding an attack.

Lanino nodded, approving the plan.

"What a great idea. I ride the Sheep Stealer to help patrol every day."

Aemond agreed immediately.

But when he heard about Stonehelm City, a dark look flashed in the boy's eyes.

……

Late at night, Rhys.

In the courtyard of the Governor's Mansion, a huge black dragon lay prone on the ground, its towering back comparable to an attic.

Under the moonlight, the green vertical pupils opened quietly, and a huge scarlet dragon flew from the night sky.

The dragon was extremely fast and landed on the other side of the courtyard.

At this time, the attic of the Governor's Mansion was brightly lit, and a dense crowd of people could be vaguely seen.

There is an open-air terrace and several bonfires for lighting.

Rhaegar put his hand on his forehead and sat back on a golden chair.

In front of him stood the sea serpent and Thethrio of Volantis.

boom--

The rooftop door was pushed open, and then Rhaenys's voice came:

"Rega, I received the news and rushed here overnight."

Rhaenys came hurriedly with a solemn expression.

"Auntie, you are here."

Rhaegar put down his palms and smiled.

Daemon captured Tyrosh, heralding the end of the War of the Narrow Sea.

Although the three city-states have not yet been fully controlled, actual control has fallen into the hands of the Targaryens.

The Three Women's Kingdom, a land of controversy, was completely destroyed!
Rhaenys glanced at everyone present and said thankfully: "I went to Tyrosh first to check on Lannal's condition. Fortunately, she is fine. Gods bless her."

As soon as Rhaegar returned to Lys, he conveyed the news of Daemon's capture of Tyrosh to King's Landing and Myr.

The Three Women's Kingdom is broken, and rebuilding and emerging order is a big difficulty.

The sea snake Corliss looked tense and asked: "Damon attacked the city privately, how is the situation in Tyrosh?"

He is an ally with Daemon and is committed to plundering the Three Women's Kingdom.

Now Daemon disobeyed the king's order and attacked the city behind his back, which made him feel offended and threatened.

Rhaenys looked at her nephew and said seriously: "Tylosi is still in the flames of war. Daemon leads the army to suppress it. It will probably take a few days."

"A willful bastard."

The sea snake cursed secretly.

Everyone knows that once Daemon enters a city-state, he will never quit.

Rhaegar waved his hand and interrupted: "Everyone, Tyrosh has fallen, and the Three Women's Kingdom and the disputed lands have all fallen into their pockets. We should first discuss maintaining waterways and resuming trade."

At the beginning of the Narrow Sea War, the main factor was the captured Mogul.

Mogul is dead, and the only goal left is to destroy the Kingdom of Three Women.

Now that the Three Women's Kingdom is in ruins, the three city-states are in desperate need of talents of all kinds to manage them.

He always keeps one thing in mind.

The Iron Throne conquered the Three Women's Kingdom, and the Targaryen bloodline once again set foot on the land of Essos.

"Prince, before doing this I think it would be more valuable to discuss the harvest first."

Teslio's voice was rough and his eyes were shrewd.

The sea snake's eyes were deep and he suggested: "Damon has occupied Tyrosh. This matter should be reported to His Majesty and brought into the Imperial Council for discussion."

Rega didn't bother to raise his eyelids and said calmly: "After Damon's question, I will only talk about the above two points tonight."

He didn't understand the intention of the two of them, they just wanted to share the benefits.

The chaos in Myr remains, Lys is in dire straits, and Tyrosh is raging with war.

Before Targaryen takes control of the three city-states, do the vultures want a share of the pie?

Rhaegar had only one sentence: "Impossible!"

"prince……"

The sea snake was very unwilling and eager to share the benefits.

"Hiss..."

A high-pitched scream erupted, and a dark fire flashed across the night sky.

Everyone looked up.

Thrax flew in the air, staggered and landed on Rhaegar's shoulder, screaming at several people with his sharp eyes.

The sea snake was stunned for a moment and took a step back inexplicably.

Teslio's face tightened, and his left hand held the scimitar behind his back.

Rhaegar stroked Thrax's dragon head and smiled: "Don't be nervous, the little guy is just a little disobedient."

As he said that, he glanced at the two of them.

I don’t know if I am talking about a young dragon or an individual person.

"Gah..."

Thrax lay down obediently, purring comfortably from his big dragon kiss.

It seems to express that it is very submissive.

Rhaenys looked natural and praised: "This is the baby dragon hatched from Mogul's dragon egg. It is indeed a unique species."

"It can promote the ductility of the family's dragon bloodline."

Rhaegar smiled, called Johanna, and said seriously: "The chaos in the three city-states continues. I decided to use Lis as an example to implement the tower system alone."

Johanna walked over and handed several sample drawings to several people.

Rhaegar continued: "The Kingdom of the Three Women used to have an electoral system, which is contrary to the system of Westeros. I plan to establish the position of prince, with two or more members under his jurisdiction, and a high tower parliament with one master and many followers."

Rhaenys read through it carefully and wondered: "Is this a parody of the Iron Throne and the Royal Council?"

"Not entirely. Members of Parliament have greater rights than ministers."

Rhaegar answered casually, glancing at the sea serpent and Thethrio.

The sea snake didn't notice it, looked at the plan carefully, and gradually frowned.

As a senior politician, he saw at a glance that the "Tower Parliament" was unusual.

A master refers to a prince, or to a Targaryen bloodline.

Duocong refers to members of parliament, that is, the power is equally shared, which controls the prince's power.

The parliamentary system has existed since ancient times, the most typical one being the Free Fortress Empire of ancient Valyria.

Led by forty Dragon King families, all free people in the empire voted to form a large parliamentary group.

Mill's many governors' conferences were also free from the conference system.

This kind of parliament is all about decentralization of power.

In the High Tower Parliament, a prince with greater power was placed over the heads of the members.

To ensure that the Targaryen bloodline continues to rule.

The sea serpent looked from beginning to end, raised his head and asked: "Prince, do you intend to extend the tower system to Myr and Tyrosh?"

When he said this, he unconsciously glanced at his wife, his eyes twinkling.

"No!" Rhaegar denied directly and said, "The tower only exists in Lys."

Among the three free trade cities, Tyrosh basically belongs to Daemon, and he will not interfere casually.

Myr is a precious land city-state, and he plans to build it into a complete colony and completely put it under the direct jurisdiction of the royal family.

Lys is a multi-element city-state with a bright future.

He only thought of the meeting in the tower due to the prying eyes of the Velaryon family, Pentos, and Volantis allies.

Inherited by the Targaryen bloodline, the rights are given to the tripartite members to share the profits and bear the good or bad of the city-state.

Although the prince is at risk of being sidelined, this only further highlights the importance of having the Iron Throne behind him.

To prevent future generations from inheriting the city-state and turning their backs to attack the Iron Throne.

(End of this chapter)