Gendry's wedge formation, like a sharp spearhead, directly pierced through the enemy lines. Gendry killed Bloodbeard. The Knights of the Second Sons, Spear Company, and Golden Company joined his slaughter, an armored Steel Fist, a storm of Knights.
"Long live the Wolf Pack!"
"Long live the Free Army!"
"Break the chains! Kill these Myr slavers!"
The Knights charged to the other side, and Gendry reformed his ranks, organizing a second charge, once again sweeping from the front of the manor to the very end, settling the battle.
"Steel Fist," "Longspear," and "Grey Wolf" commanded the infantry of the Wolf Pack and Free Army to pursue the fleeing enemies, securing a complete victory.
Gendry and the officers of the Golden Company rode across the battlefield. With Bloodbeard's death, the collapse of the Cat's Company accelerated, and this large Mercenary company, second only to the Golden Company, disintegrated.
After this battle, the people of Myr were terrified, and the entire Disputed Lands had even fewer enemies. The Wolf Pack and Free Army would completely sweep through the Disputed Lands.
"An exiled army, yet quite well-trained!" Gendry's gaze swept over the many high-ranking officers and ordinary soldiers of the Golden Company. The Golden Company was rich and had tightly ordered formations.
The Mercenaries of the Golden Company displayed all their worldly wealth, possessing a nouveau riche air, which was no different from other companies: they wore gem-studded swords and carved armor, fine silk clothes, and heavy gold collars, especially the priceless golden armbands on each person's arm, which were worth enough to serve as a lord's ransom. One armband represented a year of service in the company.
"Congratulations on your great victory, Commander-in-Chief!" Homeless Harry praised. He couldn't refuse the officers' demands, so he could only go with the flow.
"I should also thank you all, for if you had arrived any later, the Golden Company could have come directly to my Wolf's Den to celebrate!" Gendry said indifferently, with Longspear, Grey Wolf, and others behind him. These warriors were covered in blood, carrying the ferocity of men who had just come from war.
Gendry understood the Golden Company's strategy: they first observed the situation, waiting until the battle was irreversible and the Cat's Company and Myr allied forces were utterly defeated before choosing to advance. This was adding flowers to brocade, not sending charcoal in the snow.
"You jest!" Homeless Harry plucked up his courage and said. He was originally a treasurer, not a brave warrior. In front of Gendry, he felt as if he were facing a bright longsword, and he paled in comparison.
"Please understand, the Golden Company is a Mercenary company with ten thousand warriors. We cannot casually involve ourselves in conflicts," the Volantene treasurer, Gorys Edoryn, apologized.
"We only wish to offer the commander some small goodwill and friendship. The Golden Company will not hinder the commander's cause," said Lysene intelligence officer, Ronsono Marr.
"What about the Golden Company then?"
"Warriors respect warriors. The Golden Company admires a hero like the Commander-in-Chief. We support the Commander-in-Chief becoming king, and we also want the Commander-in-Chief's help. Westeros is our home."
"Have you thought it through, gentlemen? You are too optimistic! The king is assisted by Lord Jon, Barristan, and the Kingslayer, and has the support of the Vale, the North, the Riverlands, and the Stormlands, with the wealth of The Reach and Casterly Rock as backing." Gendry laughed, emphasizing the Golden Company's difficulties.
Lyswell Peake raised his fist. "Although we have been exiled for a hundred years, we still have friends in The Reach. The Reach is not as strong as Mace Tyrell imagines. In Dorne, we also have friends."
"We have waited a long time, what's a little more waiting? The queen grows prouder each year, how many years can Old Arryn live? And there is Lord Renly, with similar ambitions. We will have our chance, Commander-in-Chief!" The Golden Company's intelligence officer analyzed for Gendry. Although the Golden Company operated in the Disputed Lands, they also paid attention to news from their homeland Across the Narrow Sea.
"In my opinion, your plan to return home is like a bubble! A hundred years ago, Daemon Blackfyre, the 'Warrior,' and Aegor Rivers, 'Cold Iron,' did not win, let alone now!" Gendry mercilessly pointed out their fantasy.
"At that time, King Daeron was assisted by Lord Bloodraven, and had his sons Baelor Breakspear and Maekar Targaryen; they were united. Now the iron throne is fraught with undercurrents, we are not completely without a chance," Franklin Flowers emphasized.
"The counterattack on Westeros is grand and tortuous. Perhaps we will have to wait another year, five years, or even ten years, an uncertain number. But we seek your friendship, so that when the Golden Company decides to cross the Narrow Sea, the Wolf Pack can also provide us with some help," Homeless Harry said. He breathed a sigh of relief; after all, they weren't crossing the Narrow Sea right now, and there was still room for negotiation in the future.
"As long as the Golden Company does not hinder me from swallowing the Disputed Lands, I am happy to provide you with some assistance," Gendry said vaguely. Anyway, both sides were just making promises to each other. As long as the Golden Company did not hinder the Wolf Pack's attack, mutual promises were not out of the question.
"Then that would be even better!" The new force of the Wolf Pack Company had no ill will towards the Golden Company; on the contrary, they would help and support the Golden Company. Even a signal of cooperation was good news for the Golden Company.
After the Golden Company left, the Spear Company, led by its commander, surrendered to Gendry. Gendry easily accepted this cavalry force of eight hundred men and brought them into his organization.
Next, Brown Ben came with the remnants of the Second Sons. After Mero was killed, the other members of the Second Sons elected Brown Ben as their commander.
"The Second Sons are willing to pledge allegiance to you, Commander-in-Chief! I am Ben Plumm, the newly elected commander of the Second Sons." Brown Ben placed his longsword at Gendry's feet and then knelt before Gendry in surrender.
"You certainly look unique, commander Ben." Gendry looked at his appearance. Brown Ben had the appearance of a peculiar half-breed, with a broad face, brown skin, a broken nose, thick grey hair, and a pair of black almond-shaped eyes inherited from his dothraki mother, with some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
"I have Braavosi, Summer Isles, Ibbenese, Qohorik, dothraki, and Dornish blood. I even have a drop of Targaryen family blood," Brown Ben said proudly.
"Look at our commander Ben, how benevolent he is!" Gendry said to Longspear.
Brown Ben was still smiling foolishly, looking amiable.
"I know your story, Brown Ben. Our commander Ben Plumm looks kind, and his smile makes him seem even more benevolent. He's like the reliable uncle everyone loves, always gentle and full of wonderful stories and elder wisdom. But it's all a disguise. The smile doesn't reach his eyes, those eyes carefully hide his greedy nature. This man is hungry and watchful." Gendry's words were like a sharp blade, making Brown Ben tremble with fear.
Brown Ben saw "Longspear," "Grey Wolf," and others beside Gendry flexing their muscles. Longspear tightened his grip on his Longspear. The warriors' eyes were like iron; they were not ordinary Mercenaries, but now as fierce as a Wolf Pack and steel. With just a few attacks, Brown Ben would be dead.
"Commander-in-Chief, you can't do this, I have already surrendered to you!" Brown Ben's face was pale; a defeated army cannot speak of bravery, and cunning cannot replace the cruelty of war.
"But you are not entirely useless; at least the Second Sons are quite good at escaping! How many men do you still have?" Gendry asked.
"Over four hundred!" Brown Ben replied.
"It is well known that the Second Sons are always untrustworthy, and the people of Myr are now terrified, especially afraid of the Wolf Pack Company's attack."
"Your meaning?" Brown Ben looked at Gendry.
"Honestly, I don't trust you, Brown Ben. The Second Sons are notorious and too cunning. I could destroy your entire company, but I think leaving you might have a better use. You go to Myr; you understand my intention!"
"I understand, Commander-in-Chief!" Brown Ben nodded. Gendry had already thought of a destination for them: to return to Myr, continue to serve as Myr's Mercenaries, or rather, as the Wolf Pack's "inside agents"!
"You have already made one wrong choice. I hope the Second Sons will not make a second wrong choice? Otherwise, when I conquer Myr, the Wolf Pack will show no mercy!"
"Please rest assured, Commander-in-Chief. There are old Mercenaries, there are bold Mercenaries, but there are no Mercenaries who are both old and bold," Brown Ben mused. "This time I will not make a mistake. I will be with the victors."
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