Doo—
A loud horn blared.
Viserys Targaryen, clad in shining silver dragon armor and a three-headed dragon cloak representing his house's motto, sat astride a white warhorse, gazing ahead.
Before him, tens of thousands of Unsullied Army, led by Grey Worm, charged in perfect formation towards the Ghiscari people's city-state.
"Hup!"
The horse's hooves restlessly pawed at muddy puddles; Viserys squeezed the horse's belly with his legs, urging it forward repeatedly.
A spring rain had just fallen, endless and continuous.
Viserys Targaryen reluctantly removed his heavy helmet, revealing his shimmering silver hair.
The white horse beneath him restlessly pawed, as if rejecting this new knight, who was not skilled in horsemanship!
Compared to the Dothraki horde, who wanted to delay fighting until autumn, Viserys Targaryen chose to take the initiative.
The Dothraki horde warriors cared about food and women, while Viserys cared about victory!
Spring is the season when all things revive and multiply!
As long as Viserys Targaryen continued to attack, even if he lost, the Dothraki horde's warhorses and livestock would suffer a devastating blow by missing the breeding season!
This was the strategy of "spring offense, autumn defense" that Emperor Wu of Han used against the Xiongnu!
Although this scheme was incredibly insidious, its effect was surprisingly good!
The Khals of the nearby Dothraki horde hesitated again and again, ultimately compromising to protect the foals in their mares' bellies.
They gritted their teeth and remained in place, watching as Viserys Targaryen marched his army to attack their vassal city-state.
Before them was a small town near the City-State of Pentos, called Andallos!
Dothraki horde warriors often traded slaves with them in exchange for strategic supplies.
Viserys Targaryen knew that to completely defeat the Dothraki horde warriors, he must first completely eliminate their supply points!
And this Andallos was the first nail Viserys Targaryen was determined to remove.
Thump, thump, thump!
In an instant, thousands of horses galloped, and the entire earth seemed to tremble.
Hooves flew over the muddy ground, kicking up splashes of blood.
Numerous long spears were thrown from horseback, sending bodies flying into the air before they crashed heavily to the ground.
"Annihilate them!"
Viserys Targaryen gripped the reins with one hand, breathing heavily.
His armor was already stained crimson with blood, and his spear continuously dripped warm blood.
Wreaths of heat emanated from the tip of the spear.
The andals and the Ghiscari people already harbored a deep-seated hatred for each other; with just a slight provocation, both sides were on the verge of eruption.
"Kill!"
The andals under Viserys Targaryen charged first, immediately disrupting the formation of the encampment outside Andallos.
Immediately after, a life-and-death war swiftly unfolded.
Viserys's warriors were seasoned veterans, a hundred-battle army.
On the other side, for hundreds of years, they had long neglected their military strength through compromises with the Dothraki horde warriors.
Before long, Viserys Targaryen's warriors easily broke through the small town.
Whoosh!
Fires blazed fiercely in the streets and alleys. Everywhere Viserys looked was blood-red, and the streets were filled with the pungent smell of blood and horse dung!
Many ordinary people frantically scurried through, their screams, cries of pain, and shouts of battle echoing through the streets.
Viserys Targaryen stood alone on his horse at a street corner, his expression grave as he looked at the scene before him, like a living hell.
Even his elite warriors could not avoid the evil deeds of burning, killing, plundering, and raping women!
"Lay down your weapons, hands on your head, surrender and you will not die!"
Viserys Targaryen shouted loudly.
Although he wouldn't be as foolish as Jon Snow to kill his own men for justice, he had an obligation to stop this tragedy!
"I surrender!"
A Ghiscari person dropped his scimitar, raised his hands, and shouted loudly.
Seeing that the soldiers of the andals did not kill him, the slave soldiers behind him immediately gave up resistance.
Anyway, wherever they went, they were slaves working for landowners; who they worked for didn't matter.
"Clang, clang!"
With one person taking the lead, the people behind instantly followed blindly.
Subsequently, everything became smooth.
Only a few Ghiscari people warriors were still putting up a desperate resistance.
They were cornered and eventually all died heroically.
Viserys Targaryen watched everything with indifference.
He remembered the great fire that once burned in King's Landing.
If he hadn't brought his family out beforehand, whether it was Young Aegon or Rhaenys, they would probably have suffered a similar fate!
"Better to be a dog in times of peace than a human in times of chaos!"
Viserys Targaryen sighed helplessly.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The sound of taut bowstrings rang out, and all the warriors who refused to surrender were shot into pincushions by Viserys Targaryen's forces.
"Throw them and the bodies of dead cattle, sheep, and warhorses into a nearby uninhabited pond!"
Viserys Targaryen said coldly.
This was a tactic he learned in his previous life from tribes like the Mongols and Xiongnu.
Cut off the enemy's water and supplies, strengthen defenses and clear the fields, use the decomposition of bodies to spread disease, and thus deliver a heavy plague strike to the distant Dothraki horde army!
"This is truly waiting for the enemy at leisure!"
A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Viserys Targaryen's mouth.
Although he was not as skilled in military strategy as Robert Baratheon, he had watched many 'Hundred Schools Forum' TV channels since childhood.
Although he didn't understand war much, he was quick to grasp these schemes and tricks!
Ever since he decided to conquer cities and expand his territory, he had shed his compassion!
His kindness would only be given to the people who truly submitted to him, and those rebellious commoners were not his companions!
He wouldn't be as foolish as Daenerys, allowing the enemy's family members to heal his wounds, or letting the descendants of the enemy's family serve as his advisors and ministers!
From this day forward, those who follow him shall prosper, and those who oppose him shall perish!
Soon, under the suppression of absolute power, in less than half a day, Viserys Targaryen's forces easily captured the city-state.
"A great reputation is not without substance; the Unsullied are indeed not to be underestimated!"
Ser Joffrey's expression was solemn.
His army was a battle-hardened force, the elite of the Royal Navy.
Even in land combat, they were not to be underestimated.
However, facing the slave army, which was adept at both offense and defense and fearless of death, even Ser Joffrey gasped.
"That is natural!"
Viserys Targaryen nodded proudly.
If one were to speak of Daenerys's most loyal troops, it would undoubtedly be this group of war weapons with no relatives, friends, or weaknesses!
Viserys did not attempt to hand over the Unsullied to any minister; instead, he emulated Daenerys in the original story, allowing them to elect their own excellent generals, fight independently, and maximize the combat effectiveness of mercenaries.
The two talked as they walked onto the city wall, treading on the muddy soil mixed with blood.