Tyrosh is now just an isolated city. Having lost the Disputed Lands and its vassal towns, it is at best a giant city.
For many years, the most brutal naval battle was the Battle of the Roaring Sea, which even involved the Black Party's dragons. Most of the Triarchy's ninety first-rate warships went out and never returned.
Although today's war is not as brutal as that one, it will also decide the fate of Tyrosh. The battle is taking place along the coast of Tyrosh.
Aside from those destroyed or surrendered, the few remaining stubborn ships of the Tyroshi fleet also met their end. The banners of the three-headed god fell one by one, with only the Wolf Pack banner still roaring.
"Bang!" "Bang!" One, two, three trebuchet arms on the edge of Tyrosh City rose. Hundreds of stones climbed into the red sky, each as large as a human head.
The stones fell, either splashing up huge waves or piercing oak decks, crushing people alive into shattered bones, flesh, and liver paste.
But the power of the trebuchets did not last long; many slaves had already overthrown the trebuchets or turned them in a different direction.
"Kill!"
"Kill all the slavers!" The dock slaves of Tyrosh also took up arms, welcoming the Wolf Pack Fleet and the Narrow Sea Fleet. The dock slaves did the hardest and most tiring work and had no particular affection for Tyrosh.
Tyrosh was like a ripe fruit, thrown to the ground, bursting with juice.
Tyrosh is now in chaos, with the rioting slave army acting as an inside force, and many of the outer city gates of Tyrosh are wide open.
Gendry also landed on the soil of Tyrosh. Gendry wore heavy armor, holding his warhammer and arakh.
"Charge!" Ser Jorah shouted. Jorah followed behind Gendry, also entering Tyrosh.
Jorah seemed to return to the past, when he was so young and dazzling. Unfortunately, he met her, that woman from The Reach.
Jorah participated in the war to quell the Greyjoy Rebellion, being the second to storm the walls of Pyke during the siege, and was awarded the title of Knight by King Robert for his valiant combat.
Warhorses kicked up dust, and the cavalry encountered a group of flashy, variously dyed-haired Tyroshi Mercenaries.
"Die, brat!" The leader of the Mercenaries was lithe, smooth-faced, dressed in flamboyant attire, and had many gold teeth. These helpless Mercenaries seemed to be looking for an escape route, as they couldn't squeeze into the Black City now.
The Mercenary leader held two bright swords, their hilts shaped like the three-headed god.
Metal clashed, fast as a storm, too quick for bystanders to discern the moves.
The Mercenary leader's longsword struck Gendry's black scale armor, emitting a powerful clang.
"Thud!" Gendry's warhammer roared fiercely until it smashed the Tyroshi hero's head into a rotten watermelon.
Combat is a combination of strength, speed, and courage. The body of the Tyroshi Mercenary fell, like a sea fish beaten to death.
"Why don't you wear a helmet when you go to war?" Gendry charged forward, and the Wolf Pack Knights, like a flood, submerged the Mercenaries.
Ser Jorah swung his longsword, carving a bloody path. He truly was like a roaring bear, even in battle. His skin was dark, his hair thick. Though a bit bald, he was still strong and robust.
Some of the defenders on the wall began firing crossbows at Gendry and Jorah, but the distance was too great, and the arrows harmlessly skimmed the ground.
The Wolf Pack and Free Army taxi soldiers continuously poured into Tyrosh. In the streets and alleys, the war intensified.
"Lay down your weapons!" Gendry's Knights, in an arrowhead formation, destroyed everything that dared to resist!
The Weeping Tower stood at the port of Tyrosh Harbor, and the Fountain of the Wine God was within the city. But Gendry paid no mind to these; while Tyrosh bled, Myr might also be stirred.
The situation in Tyrosh was like a flower blooming from the center, with angry slaves shouting, seizing weapons from the garrison, and opening city gates.
The remaining die-hard slavers and nobles of Tyrosh entrenched themselves in the Black City, holding out to the end.
"Tyrosh really produces a lot of Mercenaries!" Gendry thought. The number of Mercenaries in Tyrosh was still greater than in Myr. Furthermore, with the division of land in the Disputed Lands and the freeing of slaves, many resentful Mercenaries also fled to Lys and Tyrosh.
Spears, crossbows, battle-axes, and the screams of slaves suppressed everything. Apart from the inner city of Tyrosh, this battle was also a breakthrough and a victory.
Gendry placed his command post near the Fountain of the Wine God, a prominent location.
"Commander-in-Chief, the outer city and docks of Tyrosh have been captured by us! Now only the inner city of Tyrosh remains unconquered!" Jorah said to Gendry. Jorah also brought a leader of the rioting slaves.
A tall, red-bearded strongman half-knelt before Gendry, still smelling of blood.
"What is your name?" Gendry looked at this warrior. Although he, like the Tyroshi, had dyed his hair and beard red, his appearance and physique still carried a hint of the ancient North.
"Raymon! My nickname is Wildling. I was once a Free Folk Beyond the Wall, sold to Tyrosh when I was very young. I worked as a guard, trained children, and a boxer, until I bought my freedom and became a Free Mercenary. I have never forgotten everything the Tyroshi slavers bestowed upon me!"
"The Tyroshi have stripped away freedom; both the old gods and new gods will despise them!" Gendry helped up Raymon the Wildling. The Tyroshi were the wildest in their slave raiding, and now their uprising was the most terrifying.
Tyrosh's slave trade was relatively developed, and its slave traders were highly aggressive. They even sailed north, Beyond the Wall, to find Free Folk to enslave.
"Keep the freed slaves in check! I don't like their rebellion to be too bloody; otherwise, we will be no different from the slavers of the past!"
"Yes, Commander-in-Chief!" Raymon said.
"Where are the Archon of Tyrosh and the priests of the three-headed god?" Gendry asked Ser Jorah.
"The Archon of Tyrosh is now hiding in the Black City with the High Priest."
"Be sure to maintain order in Tyrosh, including the banks, warehouses, and shops!"
"Those who surrendered won't do a good job; let our taxi soldiers control them!"
"Where is Aquido?" Gendry asked.
"Governor Aquido was imprisoned by the Archon because he told the Archon that you wouldn't attack so quickly!"
"I hope Aquido isn't that unlucky!" Gendry thought.
"What about the Black City of Tyrosh!" Ser Jorah asked.
Gendry looked at the Black City of Tyrosh in his sight, an elliptical molten black stone wall two hundred feet high. If they were to assault it directly, it would indeed be somewhat difficult.
"First, besiege it, cut off its food and water supply, and bring over the remaining trebuchets!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Now, clear out the fortresses left by the Tyroshi, and those die-hard slave leaders! Also, I'm afraid we'll have to wait for news from Myr!"
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