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Chapter 428: Changing the Battle Plan

Whooosh~

Half a day later, the silhouette of a dragon descended from the sky.

Viserys had gone to pursue the defeated allied forces, but he hadn't expected such a turn of events. Maidenpool had been subjected to a Dothraki sack.

Looking at the town that had been reduced to ruins, with unextinguished flames still billowing smoke, Viserys's expression turned somewhat grim.

"Blood of my blood."

Khal Drogo, as one of Viserys's bloodriders, knew things had taken a bad turn.

He had lived in Volantis, Lys, Tyrosh, and other places for many years, understanding the rules of these 'civilized world' humans.

Sacking towns was commonplace for the Dothraki, but for these people, it was a serious event.

Drogo hadn't known about this in advance, otherwise he might have asked his kinsmen to restrain themselves a bit. The vanguard of the Khalasar had taken it upon themselves to attack this town, and by the time Drogo and the main force arrived, Maidenpool had already been reduced to ruins.

Even though he hadn't known about this in advance, as the commander, he couldn't shirk responsibility for what had happened. Therefore, Drogo had bound his hands, removed his upper garment, and knelt in the tent, awaiting the Khal's judgment.

Viserys lifted the curtain and walked in, having already learned of the cause and effect.

"Khal."

"Khal."

The Dothraki on both sides, who had been whispering among themselves, saw their Khal walk in and quickly shut their mouths.

They didn't understand why Drogo was doing this. Sacking towns was a matter of course for them, and the idea of treating enemies kindly had never crossed their minds.

This was the reward for warriors going to war. After all, the Dothraki didn't have any kind of military pay, and the looting and killing after a city's fall was the only way to inspire the warriors to fight bravely.

Moreover, they hadn't killed everyone. Strong men were made slaves, women were taken as spoils of war, and as for children, the Dothraki had their own rules: children below the height of a cart wheel were spared.

But since Drogo had bound his hands and knelt on the ground awaiting punishment, the rest of the Dothraki were watching to see how the Khal would deal with him.

Viserys entered the tent, removed his gray wolf-skin cloak and handed it to a guard. He stood in front of Drogo, silent for a moment, but he didn't punish Drogo in the name of justice.

Instead, he reached out and took an arakh from a Dothraki's hand, and with a swift stroke, cut the ropes binding Drogo's hands.

The Khal's action immediately elicited cheers from all the Dothraki present.

Not just because the Khal had forgiven his bloodrider, but also because of Viserys's superb martial skills. The Dothraki admired such masters.

"Rise, Drogo."

"This is not your fault."

"But let it not happen again."

Viserys helped Drogo up from the ground, patting the Dothraki's shoulder, which elicited a look of sincere fear and respect.

In fact, this incident wasn't really Drogo's fault. It was a Dothraki tradition to loot and kill after a city's fall.

Viserys was more reflecting on his own mistake. His Dothraki were too obedient, so much so that he had forgotten that this nomadic people were very fierce, even destroyers of civilization on the continent of Essos.

Although he could make the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms surrender through bloody conquest, Viserys didn't want to inherit a Westeros full of wounds. Otherwise, after killing all the people of the Seven Kingdoms, having the Iron Throne would be of no use.

Viserys slightly comforted Drogo, but what he was thinking about was the next arrangement for the Dothraki.

They should appear more on the battlefield rather than directly attacking and occupying cities, otherwise, it would be a nightmare for the local people.

This was a sharp double-edged sword. If used well, it was a nightmare for all enemies, but if not handled properly, it could even hurt oneself. However, right now, Viserys only had the Dothraki, so he could only use them.

The Targaryen army defeated the allied forces at the Twins. The allied forces escaped to Riverrun using wildfire to cover their retreat. Although Viserys had a full cavalry lineup, the pursuit along the way was not very tight.

He mainly recaptured the towns along the way, and there was a bit of Viserys's own consideration in it: gather more enemies, then wipe them all out in one go.

Viserys had just ridden his dragon to chase the allied forces, and from the sky, he saw that the allied forces had now retreated in the direction of Raventree Hall, while the Dothraki army had reached Maidenpool. The distance between the two sides, one retreating and the other advancing, was not far.

Actually, his original plan was to attack Westeros from the north and south with Rhaenys.

He led the Dothraki to mainly deal with the enemies in the north, while Rhaenys led the Golden Company and the Unsullied, in cooperation with Dorne, to attack the enemy's main base, King's Landing, Storm's End, and even Highgarden.

However, his plan was forced to change after receiving a letter last night.

The letter came from Pentos and was written by his fiancée, Arianne Martell.

The Dornish girl told Viserys in the letter that she was pregnant with his child. She didn't know if it was a little prince or a little princess, but whether it was a boy or a girl, she liked it. Two months had already passed.

Viserys was slightly surprised when he received the letter. He hadn't expected that he was going to be a father. However, thinking about his time in Pentos, where Arianne had even actively sent her friend Tyene to Viserys's bed, it was a good thing that Tyene hadn't given him a big gift.

Although in this world, having a bastard is a very common thing, Viserys didn't want to have a bastard before he had a legitimate heir. The contraceptive measures in this world are very poor, but he did intend to pay some attention.

However, the news of Arianne's pregnancy, although it surprised Viserys a bit, was not something very difficult to accept. The usual nervousness and panic for ordinary people lasted only a very short time for him.

The first thing Viserys thought of after calming down was to adjust the battle plan. The previous two-line battle plan was temporarily shelved under these special circumstances.

When Arianne wrote this letter, she was already preparing to sail to Westeros, following her uncle Oberyn's army.

And a long time had passed when Viserys received this letter.

That night.

The tent was brightly lit, with a blazing fire burning in the brazier. Viserys summoned the main leaders of the Dothraki and the Uns

ullied, and determined the next battle route.

"First, take Riverrun and defeat the main force of the allied forces."

"Then go along the Kingsroad, and meet up in King's Landing."

A few days later.

There seemed to be a disagreement within the allied forces, and a part of the Vale soldiers left the main force, heading towards the Inn at the Crossroads along the Kingsroad.

And Robert Baratheon, the king who had been in a coma for a month, finally woke up. A group of allied generals were sitting around the king's bed.

But at this moment, a horn sounded outside Riverrun.

An endless Dothraki army appeared outside the city, surrounding Riverrun.

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