King of The Wall

2022-01-12

Chapter 702 One More Choice (Part 1)

The Reach field in Yimapingchuan is good for everything, but it can’t be hidden live.

But this is not necessarily a bad thing - neither side can set up an ambush, and it saves whoever has the wrong idea or worries that the other side will have the wrong idea.

With his back facing the west-sloping sunlight, the Captain-General of the Golden Company rode to the large tree that stood out in the wilderness a few miles east of the camp, facing the few waiting Silhouette under the tree.

It's early evening, and a secret meeting is about to take place.

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Failed in the Great War, trying to retreat into Highgarden was blocked, this defeated army made up of the Golden Regiment and the Tyrell family’s own soldiers fled a dozen or more south first li road, found that the enemy was not chasing, only embarrassed to find a way to the west, ready to escape in the direction of Oldtown, another plan later.

However, there are thousands of them. Even if a group of this size runs away at full speed without turning back, it is still impossible to run a scout who can run lightly without luggage, and have spare horses that can be exchanged. and messenger's.

So, the soldiers who went to find Hightower's house in front of them haven't brought back a reply, and the messengers from Highgarden behind them followed the marching trails to the Queen's pardon order - reaching Margaery and Igor. 's peace agreement informed the defeated generals and stated that as long as all the conditions of the agreement are accepted, the safety of all people, including Prince Aegon, will be guaranteed.

For the rebellious Reach lords like Jon Connington, Prince Aegon, and Tyrell Duke, the result, while not pretty, is probably not the worst.

But for others, this solution is completely unacceptable.

The defeated army stopped today in the small village where they were stationed last night, neither continuing to flee west towards Oldtown, nor returning east to Highgarden to surrender.

The Golden Group is out of luck.

The mercenaries not only did not move their nests, but also drew their swords and bowed to intimidate other Reach soldiers, and forcibly stopped the battalion. After hearing the news of the peace agreement, their commander Harry Strickland, Determined to Prince Aegon and Tyrell Duke, give the Golden Group an explanation!
Ever since he became Legion's Treasurer, Harry has been prudent and has never done a loss-making business. It is precisely because he has a god-like record of making money that he was miraculously selected as the leader of Legion by a group of fierce people when he was not a combatant himself.

"The worst mercenary, the most competent captain" - this is the image of Harry in the eyes of the soldiers of the Golden Corps.

Being able to bring everyone to eat and drink spicy food is the only reason for him, who has neither martial power nor charm, to be in power, and it is also the authoritative source of his orders and prohibitions.

Supporting little Aegon as king should be the perfect end to the four generations of Harry Strickland family's mercenary career. Who would have thought that this originally guaranteed vote would be killed halfway from the extreme northern lands because of a Night's Watch. Coming into the South, so that he didn't even lose his panties?
It's not terrifying to be defeated, but if you admit defeat, accept the Queen's request for pardon, surrender unconditionally, then obediently disarm and accept the arrangement, and return to Essos by boat... I'm afraid he has to worry not only about his reputation, but also Before the pier disappeared from sight, he was chopped up by the team members and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

Harry has always been reasonable: the Golden Company failed to pull strongly against a crazy tide to turn a defeat into a victory, and naturally would not unreasonably ask for a victory reward. However, the pensions for the fallen soldiers and their toils for traveling to and from both sides of the Narrow Sea had to be reimbursed anyway!

This requirement, any mercenary will not think it is too much, of course he has to fight for it.

Where does the confidence come from?

The answer is: in the composition of the remnant army, the Golden Corps mercenaries have the absolute upper hand in terms of quantity and combat literacy.

I can't beat Igor's West Expedition Force, and how many of you landlords can't be cured?

Harry had already figured it out: if Mace Tyrell and little Aegon didn't meet his demands, he would tie them both to Oldtown, threatening the Hightowers to provide him with a boat to escape back to Free Cities.

Tyrell Duke took Highgarden for ransom, and his good son-in-law sold to slave-masters.

The Alliance Against the Dragonmother is still at war with the Westeros, and a Targaryen would be an extremely valuable source of hostage and war legitimacy. Slave-masters will surely be willing to pay a good price for the Queen's nephew - making him the puppet king, forcing him to continue fighting the aunt.

After a long day of brawling with saliva splashing across, Harry Strickland dragged his exhausted body back to the farmer's house that had been commandeered as Legion's headquarters.

Jon Connington and Mace Tyrell neither agreed nor denied his offer, but promised to consider giving him an answer overnight, which was probably a delay, so he took the time to set up vigilance just in case. Two Old Guys jumping over walls or running away at night.

The order was finished when squire leaned into his ear and told Harry a new message.

Another messenger came from outside the camp, mysteriously and secretly presenting an invitation, claiming that the Hand of the Queen was going to have a secret meeting with him.

Many years of experience in managing a mercenary group made Harry know that an enemy that can't be beaten by oneself is usually not a good price. So he wanted to say no, but after thinking about it for a while, he changed his mind.

Oneself has nothing to lose anymore, so why not listen to what that bastard has to say?
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Returning to the present moment from his thoughts, as the distance approached, Harry Strickland could clearly see the silhouette on the top of the slope in the evening sunset.

One, two, three, four, five...

The same as the agreement, there are ten people, one more and one less. He was a little relieved, but soon found that one of the ten people on the opposite side was wearing a red robe.

Red God priests!

He suddenly remembered the dark shadow that appeared at the last moment on the day of the decisive battle and cut down the flag of the Chinese army across the battlefield.

This is a bit of a hassle.

How many people can a witch who knows magic fight in a small group? It's hard to say, but there must be more than one, the opposite is cheating!

He flinched a little, but after thinking about it, it seemed that the reason was not sufficient. The nine best golden men were just behind oneself, what was it like being scared away by a woman? Normally, the soldiers would tolerate him, a regiment commander who was a treasurer, cherishing his life, but now, his life is not worth much.

As the Golden Corps approached, the ten people waiting by the tree gradually switched from relaxed to vigilant. Harry quickly found the great character who invited oneself from their positions and clothes— —A tall but thin (by mercenary standards) black clothed man with a fair complexion and a remarkably exotic appearance.

"Lord Prime Minister." He took the initiative to speak with a smile on his face, but his feet were at a safe distance, and his hands were placed on the hilt of the sword at his waist - although he was not very good at using it, " Allow me, the loser, to congratulate you on your great victory."

As defeated, Harry tried his best to be respectful without being humble, but he couldn't hold back the gushing in his heart. of disappointment and unwillingness.

He has seen a lot of great characters, some of them high-ranking at first sight, while others are quite ordinary. But even compared with the latter type of people, the black clothed prime minister in front of him is still too ordinary, and there is no such suffocating oppression that the rumored killing is decisive and powerful... the gold of oneself The 100,000 troops of the regiment and Reach lost to such a guy?

"You're welcome, Captain Harry." The guard who was transformed into Igor by Red Woman's witchcraft desperately recalled the words and manners of his Lord Commander, and tried his best to appear calm and majestic, "I You should have seen the peace deal with the Tyrells. What do you think about it?"

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(end of this chapter)