Chapter 77: Taking Over Everything

The whirlwind rolled up the sand, like yellow smoke rising from the ground, swirling and running, and the merciless sun was like a flame, hammering the golden skull decorated on the military flag.

This place is a disputed place with endless wars, and this military flag belongs to the Golden Group.

Since the day of breaking the contract with Myr, the morale of the whole army has been very low. The passionate speech of the captain Harry and the battle slogan of "Gold above, cold iron below" have not been able to inspire people.

Fortunately, the soldiers' hearts are still concerned about the gold promised by Volantis. They insist on crossing the sandy sky, the same winding wasteland and hills, and marching towards the town of Veronthus.

Time passed slowly, the weeds under their feet became denser and denser, and the trees they encountered became more and more lush. They finally came to an area full of forests.

They were quite happy about this change, because the rows of trees, like the endless giant umbrellas in the hands of a god, blocked the scorching sun above their heads, the air began to become cool, and they also saw other scenery.

The treetops swayed in the breeze, and everyone felt extremely tired. Facing the proposal of the brothers in the group to rest, the leader Harry Strickland immediately agreed wholeheartedly with their opinion on camping.

At this time, he sent several spies to the town of Veronces to find out what the war there was like.

The mercenaries who received the order to camp cheered and left the camp, rushing into the depths of the forest to find all kinds of delicacies they saw in their dreams.

After a long period of busy work, the trees were cut down, the land was flattened and cleared into an open space, but the most gratifying thing was that the campfire was full of fragrant barbecue.

When the spies rushed back here panting on their horses, they saw that everyone was in a circle, singing happily, tasting delicious food, and holding a carnival party.

The aroma of the barbecue was so tempting, but it did not stop the spies. They quickly jumped off their horses and rushed into the commander's tent, bringing the news that the Archon of Volantis, Malachor, had died in battle.

As soon as the words fell, all the senior officials stood up at the same time. After confirming the accuracy of the news again, their mood fell to the bottom, and their bodies seemed to be cold and weak as if they were under a spell.

Hearing the joyful drinking and music outside, someone rushed into the soldiers angrily and kicked the barbecue grill. The campfire exploded into countless sparks and disappeared without a trace. The whole place fell into complete silence.

After a while, Harry Strickland slowly reacted. He yelled and vented his unwilling emotions. He kept tripping over tables and chairs, crashing to the ground, and then crawling up with blood on his face. This behavior almost attracted all the soldiers in the camp.

Finally, the white-haired archer commander Hei Baqu stood up and stopped the crazy behavior of the head of the regiment. Then he gathered all the senior officials together and held a meeting to determine the future direction.

They sat down on the spot, and the captain's confidant, Sir Tristan Rivers, spoke first:

"I'm tired of Fatty Illyrio's plan, the plan that changes every month. This time the fat man wants us to tear up the agreement with Myr, and what's the result? The result is also a bubble. What else is left of the Golden Group except the disgrace?"

"What does this have to do with Illyrio? Isn't this an internal decision of the Golden Group? Aren't we here for the captain's weight in gold?"

Intelligence officer Lansono Mare shook his purple-nailed fingers frivolously, and whispered in opposition. He is a Lys man with lilac eyes and platinum hair, and pearls and amethysts on his earlobes. Many people will mistake him for a woman at first sight.

Sir Tristan looked at Lansono Mare with disgust. Although this person looks like a "Targaryen", his temperament makes him extremely disliked. He even thinks that if he is like this, maybe it's better to die.

However, he saw that the attitude of the senior leaders around him had softened somewhat, and he did not continue to argue with them, because all the senior leaders knew the reason behind it. With his reminder, the purpose of absolving the leader Harry Strickland of responsibility had been achieved.

At this time, the archer commander Hei Baqu stood up again and said seriously:

"What we should discuss now is where the brothers will go next and how to make up for the losses of this mission."

Someone tried to smooth things over, and in the silent atmosphere of the forest, the real discussion about the future of the Golden Group began.

"Volantis has three archons, and only Malachor is dead now. Perhaps the other archons are willing to continue to hire us."

"Don't dream. I bet they don't look down on mercenaries. Do you want me to show you?"

"Perhaps we can plunder several nearby towns to make up for the losses. Although this requires fighting, it is worth it. Since they can offer such a high reward, I bet these towns must be very rich!"

"Don't forget the horse king Mungo who killed Malachor. Volantis is now his pasture. According to spies, he has defeated the once strongest Drogo tribe and has nearly 100,000 cavalry."

As soon as the last sentence was finished, everyone fell silent with regret. No one dared to guarantee that they could easily save their lives after snatching food from the tiger's mouth.

Seeing that the top leaders gathered together and could not think of any other way, Harry Strickland immediately realized that it was time for him to do something to make up for his prestige.

Moreover, he understood that the idea of ​​plundering towns might not sound good, but no matter what, he had to make this proposal.

Because the situation forced him to unable to look back, he could only continue to move forward, even if he made more mistakes.

Except for him and the financial officer, no one else knew that the only thing that was heavy at this time was the mood of the entire army. Since he did not receive Myr's reward, he had greatly reduced the weight of the baggage. If they did not complete Volanti Si's mission, within a few days, they will be in a dilemma without food.

Thinking of this, Harry Strickland had no choice but to think quickly. With his butt burning, he managed to muster up the courage to say:

"I have a plan, no, two plans."

"First of all, we can continue to Volantis and negotiate a compensation with other consuls. After all, Malachor is also one of them and has promised to sign an employment agreement with the Golden Group and pay liquidated damages. This is very reasonable. If they If they don’t agree, if they use robbery as a threat, they will also face the siege of the Horse King. I believe the governors will compromise. "

Seeing that everyone closed their eyes and pretended to rest, except Tristan Hewen, who showed an expression of disbelief, he still smiled happily and said:

"Of course, this money may not be enough to make up for our losses. My other plan is to wait until I get compensation from Volantis and then reach a new agreement with the Horse King. The Dothraki have no ships, otherwise, they will When we raid Malachor, we won't just have the Horse King Mongo. Therefore, we can join forces with the Horse King. He will send troops to threaten the east bank of the Rhoyne River, while we will loot the west bank. After the incident is completed, the Golden Company will take half of it. The property was given to him as a gift.”