43. Chapter 43 Night attack!

Author: Xiashan Tianshi

Chapter 43 Night attack!

The cloaked knights of Meereen rode on their tall horses and insulted them for an hour, mocking the besiegers that the Unsullied were an army of eunuchs. The defenders of Meereen cheered and cheered on the city.

"His name is Oznak Zo Parr," Brown Ben Plumm reported to Aegon after the war council. This man was the new captain of the Second Sons, elected by his fellow mercenaries.

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"Before I joined the Second Sons, I was his uncle's personal guard. These great masters are all fat maggots, and the women are not bad - if you don't look at the inappropriate master in an inappropriate way, then you will

Immediately sacrifice your life.

I have a friend named Scarbo, whose liver was ripped out alive by Oznak. He claimed that Scarbo raped a certain woman with his eyes, and that he did this to protect her honor.

This is simply ridiculous. How can eyes rape a person? His uncle is the richest in Meereen anyway, and his father commands the city's defense forces, so I ran away like a rat before he killed me too."

They watched as Oznak Zo Parr dismounted his white charger, took off his cloak, pulled out the thing, and urinated roughly into the charred olive grove where Aegon's Golden Tent stood.

Seeing the other party's triumphant look, Jon Clinton couldn't bear it anymore: "Your Majesty, let me kill him!"

"Sir Jon, you are my right-hand man, and there is still room for you to contribute at night. Now is not the time for you to take action!"

Aegon didn't know whether Jon Connington could defeat the opponent, so he didn't plan to let Jon take risks.

Anyway, Belvos can deal with the opponent, so why bother with extraneous matters?

On the high walls of Meereen, the jeers became louder and louder, and hundreds of defenders imitated the heroes who defended the city, peeing down between the walls to show contempt.

Strong Belwas was sitting in the shadow of the big tent eating sausages.

After hearing the order, he finished the meal in three bites, wiped his oily hands on his trousers, and asked the attendant to get his scimitar.

When the sword was brought, the strong man Belwas glanced sideways along the edge, grunted, inserted it back into the leather sheath, and then tied the sword belt around his wide waist.

Bring the shield as well. It was a small iron disk, about the size of a pie plate. The eunuch held it with his left hand instead of strapping it to his forearm as was customary for Westeros warriors.

"Prepare the onions and liver for me, Ser Jorah," Belwas said. "Not now, but later. Killing makes strong Belwas hungry."

Without waiting for an answer, he dragged his heavy steps out of the olive grove and headed towards Oznak zo Parr. It smelled like a warm wine to kill Huaxiong. Aegon felt that this guy should be paired with it.

A war horse.

"Are you sure you want to send him to fight?" Jon Clinton still hesitated.

"The strong man Belwas was once a slave in the arena here. If Oznak, who was born in a noble family, was defeated by such a person, it would greatly humiliate the great masters. Even if he wins... for someone with such a huge disparity in status

It is worthless to them, and the people of Meereen cannot be proud of it."

Belwas walked forward with heavy and slow steps, sparking cheers from the siege troops, while shouts and jeering came from the walls and towers of Meereen. Oznak Zor Parr remounted his horse and stood up.

He picked up the spiral spear. The war horse shook its head impatiently and scratched the sand with its hooves. Although the eunuch was huge, he seemed small compared to the men and horses.

"If you have any chivalry, you should dismount." Jon Connington snorted.

Oznak Zo Pal drew his spear and charged.

Belwas stopped and spread his legs, holding a small buckler in one hand and the arakh scimitar that Astan carefully cared for in the other hand. The yellow silk bellyband could not cover the huge brown belly and sagging chest.

The studded leather vest was ridiculously small. He was not wearing any armor, and even his nipples were exposed.

"We should give him mail." Dany suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"It's not necessary. Mail armor will only slow down the speed." Ser Jorah said. "We don't wear armor in the arena. The audience wants to see bloodshed."

Dust rose between the hooves of the white warhorse, carrying Oznar, thundering towards the strong man Belwas, with his striped cloak flying in the wind, and the entire city of Meereen screaming and shouting. The cheers of the siege team seemed incomparable in comparison.

They were sparse, because the main force of the Unsullied remained in formation and stood silently, as expressionless as stones.

Belwas also seemed like a stone, blocking the horse's path with its broad back stretched tightly. Oznak's spear was aimed at the center of his chest, and the bright iron tip flashed in the sun.

At the critical moment, the eunuch turned sideways and let the rider pass in the blink of an eye.

The defending heroes circled their horses and raised their spears. Seeing that Belwas had no counterattack, the Meereenese on the wall shouted louder.

"What is he doing?" Dany asked.

"Show off," Ser Jorah said.

Oznak led his horse in a wide circle around Belworth, then kicked his spurs hard and charged again. Belworth waited quietly again, turned around at the critical moment, and pushed the spear head away.

This time as the hero passed by, she heard the eunuch's roaring laughter echoing across the field.

"The spear is too long," Ser Jorah said. "Belwas only needs to avoid the point. The fool should just ride towards him instead of trying to pick someone up with ease."

Oznak Zo Parr charged for the third time, and Dany could clearly see that he was heading towards Belwas. He looked like a knight from Westeros in a joust, not like Doth.

The Rak rammed the enemy head-on like that.

Considering that the flat and wide surface allowed war horses to increase their speed, but also allowed eunuchs to easily dodge heavy fourteen-foot spears, Meereen's pink-and-white city defense hero tried to predict his opponent's actions and killed him at the last moment.

The spear deflected to catch up with the strong man Belwas's dodge.

Belwas was already on guard. This time he squatted down instead of turning to the side. The spear passed harmlessly over his head. Belwas rolled steeply, and the sharp arakh scimitar drew a silver arc, slashing

The horse's legs neighed sharply, then fell, and the hero rolled off the saddle.

A sudden silence swept across the brick walls of Meereen. Aegon's men cheered and cheered.

Oznak jumped off his horse and drew his long sword before the strong man Belwas attacked. The metal and iron clashed and sounded like a storm, so fast that people couldn't see the moves.

Not long after, Belwas was cut open under both breasts, blood covered his chest, and an arakh scimitar was embedded between the horns of Oznak.

The eunuch drew his sword with force and slashed three times, separating the hero's head from the body. He lifted the head high and showed it to the people of Meereen, then threw it towards the city gate and let it bounce and roll on the sand.

The scene suddenly burst into cheers, while the walls of Meereen were completely silent.

Aegon did not indulge in the joy of victory. He ordered the soldiers to throw the slaves' shackles into the city and then gave orders to Jon Connington and Gray Worm:

"Ser Jon, Gray Worm, I order you to lead a small team to sneak into Meereen from the sewers tonight, break into the weapons depot and free the slaves in the city!"
Chapter completed!