Capítulo 278: Chapter 278: Reinforcements Enter the City
The horn sounded melodiously.
A great army was at the city gates.
At the forefront, a Targaryen commander rode on horseback, one hand gripping the reins, his dark hair fluttering in the wind.
Myles watched as the gates of Pentos, which had been closed for a month and a half, finally rumbled open.
"Enter the city!"
With his command, he spurred his horse and led the way into the city.
The sound of armor rubbing against each other echoed, followed by the rhythmic footsteps of the soldiers.
The Targaryen army officially entered Pentos. Jon Connington and the Beggar Prince personally came to the city gate to welcome them.
The first to enter the city were knights clad in plate armor, their warhorses also covered in chainmail.
The heavy sound of hooves clattered on the cobblestone streets of the city. The winter temperature in Pentos was low, and white mist sprayed from the horses' robust nostrils.
The knights on horseback were resplendent in their armor, holding lances and shields, with long swords at their waists. They were fully armed, and their chest plates bore the conspicuous emblem of the three-headed dragon.
"Such elite soldiers," Jon Connington admired the Targaryen army entering the city, a look of envy in his eyes.
This army was even more elite than the royal army he had led to resist the usurpers when he was Hand of the King.
At that time, the Targaryen dynasty was on the verge of collapse, the nobles were unreliable, and the forces of the Riverlands were weak.
The Beggar Prince, who was standing next to Jon, looked at the Targaryen army entering the city, his expression becoming even more unpleasant.
He had an agreement with Viserys that once the plan succeeded, Pentos would belong to him, and Pentos would express its allegiance to the Targaryens as part of the kingdom.
However, just over half a year later, the city was gradually slipping out of his control.
There was no way around it.
The Beggar Prince didn't have the firm hand that Viserys did, and was forced to swallow his pride.
After all, whoever had the soldiers and generals had the greater say, and Viserys not only had these, but also dragons.
In fact, from the beginning, the Beggar Prince's expectations were unrealistic, even overly idealistic.
How could he, with just over two thousand Windblown, compete with Viserys, who had over thirty thousand soldiers at the time?
This had nothing to do with the level of skill, it was simply a gap in sheer power.
The Beggar Prince wanted to compete with the other party, but the other party could break his wrist with a single move.
If the Beggar Prince had been given some time to develop, it would have been better.
After all, Pentos had a large population and great development potential. The Beggar Prince held a large amount of wealth and could easily expand his army.
But unfortunately, after taking the city, Viserys never left Pentos.
As long as Viserys stayed in Pentos for a day, the Beggar Prince could only breathe through his nose and nod in agreement.
So he missed the best and only opportunity for development, and fell to his current state.
There was unwillingness and anger in his heart.
However, facing these soldiers with faces full of killing intent and arrogance, the Beggar Prince reined in his temper.
He had led soldiers for half his life, and naturally, he could tell that these soldiers were a victorious army.
Not only were they resplendent
in their armor and equipped with fine weapons, but these soldiers also carried an air of victory, their faces full of confidence. Such an aura was hard to come by unless they were a victorious army.
Viserys had such an army, indeed, it was not something he could contend with.
His Windblown would shatter at the touch of such an army.
What's more, the Windblown had now slipped out of his control, and even his right-hand men, Denzo D'han and Caggo, were gradually disobeying his commands.
The Beggar Prince watched as one elite unit after another passed by him, then heaved a sigh of resignation.
And it wasn't just Jon and the Beggar Prince.
The Pentos city guards on the city walls and the common people in the city were also lining the streets to watch the Targaryen army enter the city. It could be said that the streets were deserted.
These Targaryen soldiers, bearing the banner of the three-headed dragon and their fine equipment, made the city guards salivate.
They thought their own equipment was good enough, but they didn't expect that their King was even more willing to spend money on his own army.
And the common people of Pentos, as well as the refugees who had come here, also welcomed them along the way.
Although Pentos had changed hands for half a year, this was the first time the citizens of Pentos had seen the Targaryen family's army enter the city.
Apart from the over two hundred personal guards that Viserys had brought into the city initially, the rest of the army still maintained the old system.
Viserys kept his agreement with the Beggar Prince, and the Targaryen army did not enter Pentos.
But now, Viserys took advantage of the war to have the army lift the siege of Pentos and station in the city.
This was also one of the reasons why the Beggar Prince looked so upset just now.
"What a powerful army."
"No wonder they were able to defeat those terrifying Dothraki."
The citizens of Pentos were discussing among themselves, awed by the military might of the Targaryen family.
"May the gods bless us."
"May the King reclaim his throne."
And some people prayed to the gods out of gratitude.
"Huh? Cook? Weren't you calling the King a murderer half a year ago?"
One neighbor recognized the man who was praying.
Half a year ago, after the Red Night, he cursed the current King as a murderer, killing the magisters of Pentos.
If it weren't for the magisters monopolizing all industries, where would he have gotten his job?
This was his blessing.
But his 'father' was burned to death by the tyrant's dragon fire.
But the neighbor didn't expect that just half a year later, Cook, who once hated Viserys to the bone, was now praying for the Targaryen army.
"Don't you dare talk nonsense!"
However, Cook, dressed in a gray robe, was startled by his neighbor's words.
He quickly looked around and found that no one was paying attention, then he let out a sigh of relief and snorted.
"Hmph—"
"What do you know?"
"The King killed those blood-sucking magisters, lifted the restrictions on all industries, and we were able to earn more wealth."
The magisters who monopolized every aspect of Pentos, along with their families, were wiped out, leaving a huge gap in these once monopolized industries.
And while Viserys confiscated the magisters' assets, he didn't continue the monopoly.
Instead, he sold them off at a discount to stimulate economic recovery in a short period of time.
Cook, having worked for a magister and learned the trade, managed to open a small shop three months ago.
His income now was many times what he earned when he was working for the magister.
It was a bit more stressful, but Cook was genuinely grateful to Viserys for creating these opportunities.
"The King is truly a wise ruler."
"Long live the King!"
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