Chapter 255: The War is Coming

After a moment of contemplation, Viserys spoke.

"Jon, keep this matter confidential."

"Then tell the Ragged Prince and those families, whoever can provide men should provide men, whoever can provide money should provide money."

Viserys said.

The governor's families of Pentos had been wiped out, but some of the wealthy merchant families who had escaped and saw no follow-up had timidly returned.

After all, their assets, business, and the heritage of generations were here, and these could not be easily transferred in a short time. Therefore, Viserys was not afraid that they would run away again after hearing the news.

However, at this time, all of them were used by Viserys.

Because Viserys believed that they were also very clear that if Pentos was really captured by the Dothraki, that would be a real catastrophe.

Perhaps something a hundred times more terrifying than the 'Red Night' would happen, and it is not impossible for the city-state of Pentos to become history.

"Understood."

Jon Connington nodded slightly.

He had personally commanded a major battle, and although the final result of the 'Battle of the Bells' was a defeat for the royal army, the reasons were very complex, and it cannot be denied that Jon Connington is an excellent commander.

In the end, Aerys II stripped him of his title and expelled Jon, which indirectly led to the tragic outcome of King's Landing's fall later.

And now, resisting the aggressive Dothraki is Jon's moment to prove himself again.

Now, thinking about these things, the man with gray-red long hair couldn't help but feel his blood boiling.

He was waiting for such an opportunity, since being expelled from King's Landing by the king, wandering on the continent of Essos and only able to mix in a mercenary group like the Golden Company.

Although Jon, with his excellent abilities, commanded several battles and achieved victories, eventually climbing to the position of the right hand of the group leader, Myles Toyne.

However, Jon was still not satisfied with this. It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

Jon Connington, after all, had become the Lord of Griffin's Roost and the Hand of the King when he was only a few years older than Viserys is now. Now he has fallen to the commander of a mercenary group, how could he be content?

Therefore, he led Rhaegar's son Aegon to Viserys, one is to fulfill the honor and loyalty to return the prince, and the other is to get an opportunity to prove himself again.

He is a loser, but he is not willing to lose.

He is not old yet, he is still in his prime.

And Viserys seemed to see the spark of fire gradually burning in the heart of this former Hand of his father's king.

He squinted his eyes slightly, then spoke.

"In that case."

"Jon."

"You are my most reliable right-hand man in Pentos, and I will need to rely on you a lot in the upcoming war."

Viserys saw the ambition burning in Jon's heart.

Everyone has their own ambitions, but everyone's pursuits are different.

Just as the Ragged Prince hopes to monopolize power, Aegon hopes to get his uncle's approval, and Jon is eager to get honor and fame, even power is secondary to him, and money is even more insignificant.

Some people love power, some are lustful, and some hope to get honor.

Although Viserys seems to be only sixteen years old, his ability to read

people and situations far exceeds his apparent age, so he arranges a suitable position for Jon to cater to his preferences.

As a king and the core of the Targaryen power, Viserys doesn't just need to show off, flirt, and squander every day.

A monarch who spends his time enjoying wine and flowers every day cannot support a large empire.

Especially for a founding monarch, Viserys's goal is almost to rebuild an empire.

On the contrary, he has a lot to consider, every aspect of the matter is detailed, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with observing his subordinates.

After all, no one owes him anything, and Jon is the same.

Fully grasp the thoughts and demands of each subordinate, so as to unite everyone together and become an indestructible team and force.

This is the experience Viserys has summarized from his previous position, and has used it today, making him a king who is a bit 'respectful of talents' and 'different from others' in the eyes of others.

Sure enough, as Viserys's words fell, Jon's heart jumped violently, and then he raised his head to look at Viserys.

Although Jon has experienced several ups and downs in his life, and his heart has become as hard as iron, it must be said that Viserys's words are just right and hit the only soft spot in his heart.

There are both emotions of being moved and melancholy.

Jon thought of the past eight or nine years, and finally sighed.

"Your Majesty, your elder brother was once a person like you."

Then the man stood up, with both genuine emotion and a bit of playacting, clenched his fist and pounded it on his chest.

Then he knelt on one knee.

"I am willing to block the eighty thousand Dothraki army for Your Majesty."

...

Soon.

Another two months passed in a hurry.

Eighty thousand Dothraki riders are killing towards the western world, and such a movement cannot be stopped.

Although Viserys had received the news a long time ago and strictly blocked the spread, the news gradually spread and became a hot topic.

People fled Pentos to seek other ways out, and some people who couldn't leave Pentos were in a state of anxiety, not knowing what the future would be like, whether Viserys could hold Pentos.

And the Targaryen family's army has been actively preparing for war since a long time ago.

Jon Connington worked tirelessly, fully utilizing his command and dispatch capabilities from his time as Hand of the King.

One after another, orders were issued from his hands.

Collecting food and fodder, hoarding oil, making weapons and city defense weapons, rolling logs, boulders, trebuchets, reinforcing city walls, and temporarily hiring a large number of mercenaries and wandering knights.

The number of city defense forces in Pentos doubled.

And in the distant Ghoyan Drohe.

Now the newly built Castle of Valor, where the First Legion is stationed, is also receiving a flurry of intelligence every day.

The Castle of Valor was built on the ruins of Ghoyan Drohe.

Built near the river and the mountain, it blocks all possibilities of invasion from the southeast direction into the Andal plain. The geographical location is extremely important, a transportation hub for water and land, and easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The Rhoynar people chose to build a city here for such considerations.

And now, with five khals joining forces and eighty thousand Dothraki, the forefront of the troops has appeared within the control range of the First Legion.

More than ten thousand Andal soldiers of the First Legion, under the command of Commander Bessie, contracted their defense

line, retreating to the easily defensible strongholds.

The clouds of a great war gradually loomed over this land.