Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 45: Marines! Marine!

The Pentos navy landed.

Throughout history and across the world, the navy has always been a military system that cannot be separated from the nation and local authorities.

The army might be able to rebel and stage a mutiny, but the navy, unless it brings its warships ashore, can only obediently follow orders.

Commander Pember of the Pentos fleet, who had already assembled his troops and was anxiously awaiting orders, met with Governor Odero's confidant and was promised a reward of four thousand gold coins. He immediately accepted without hesitation.

After leaving three hundred sailors to guard the fleet, Commander Panbell led the remaining eight hundred sailors ashore.

They planned to first meet with Governor Audero's hundred guards in his courtyard before quelling the rebellion together.

Why did they leave?

In a residential street not far from the port, a group of players dressed in Assassin's Creed hooded trench coats squatted in a corner, watching the departing team and muttering to themselves.

"It's good that they left. With their main force gone, it will be easier for us brothers to take down these ships."

The speaker took off his hood, revealing himself to be the leader of the Brotherhood Without Flags, who was calling a mouse a duck.

They fought their way here from Illyrio's courtyard, and seeing that the enemy was distracted by the chaos of the city and had not found them, the guy who called the mouse a duck had a brilliant idea: to take down this fleet in order to complete the mission that had just been issued.

The fact that the main force of the navy has been transferred away at this moment is simply divine intervention—no, not really. It should be said that all the gods are looking after the Brotherhood Without Banners.

"Brothers, just charge! Once we're on board, it's our world!"

He pointed at the mouse and called it a duck, then pulled out the hidden arrow. He had bought it yesterday with fifty Kingdom coins that he had saved up for a long time. He cherished it very much and had been fiddling with it several times. Now, he found it easy to use.

As soon as he finished speaking, the hundreds of members of the Brotherhood Without Flags gathered there pulled down their hoods, revealing hidden darts on their wrists, and brandishing shabby short knives, axes, grappling hooks, crossbows, and other weapons, looking quite professional.

"Just you wait and see, President!"

As a player who considers himself a right-hand man, Flying Bat and Caramel Cotton patted their chests with unwavering confidence.

"superior!"

He pointed at the rat and called it a duck, tucking the left corner of his trench coat into his belt, because there were six or seven cloth bags hanging on his belt at that moment, which were full of pepper powder, lime powder, and chili powder.

When it's crucial to use them, they can't let us down.

Once everything was ready, the order was given to "point at the mouse and call it a duck".

Hundreds of Brotherhood members rushed out from the street corner and headed straight for the Pentos fleet docked in the harbor.

Unexpectedly, no sooner had their main force left than an attack occurred on the fleet. The sailors were caught off guard and in a flurry of activity, they tried to steer the fleet away from the port.

Unfortunately, the temporary commander was incompetent, and by the time the players arrived right under their noses, not a single ship in the entire fleet had left the port.

"We have three hundred men, they only have one hundred! The advantage is on our side! For Pentos! Kill!"

In this urgent situation, the fleet's temporary commander drew his sailor's scimitar and ordered all sailors to prepare for battle.

Hooks were attached to the ships, allowing players who are physically weak in real life to nimbly climb onto the ships using the ropes.

"Bow and arrow!"

The second officers or veteran sailors remaining on each ship were frantically issuing orders.

But it had little effect; the players were not afraid of the sparse arrows overhead.

After a short stalemate, some players boarded the ship.

"Kill him!"

The old sailor, his hair and beard all white, roared.

Four or five sailors rushed forward, brandishing their scimitars as if to chop the player into mincemeat.

"screw you!"

The player, Flying Bat, flicked his wrist, and a mixture of chili powder and pepper spray immediately covered the unsuspecting sailors' faces.

"what!"

Several sailors immediately covered their eyes and retreated in pain.

The Flying Bat, not one to let the advantage rest on its own, immediately pounced forward, wielding both its sleeve swords and short axes, and in a matter of moments killed several people.

The old sailor was furious and ordered crossbows to be fired, but by then more and more players had already boarded the ship.

The battle at the port ended quickly, and the sailors who remained on the ships soon gave up resistance when faced with weapons coated with deadly poison and an attack of lime.

"Just throw them all into the sea to feed the sharks."

One player kicked over a sailor whose eyes were bloodshot and whose hands were tied.

"Throw them into the sea, who's going to drive these boats?" Caramel Cotton had a look on her face that said, "Are you a pig?"

"Damn, birds with wings are rare, and birds that can swim are even rarer," the player retorted, unconvinced.

"Alright, enough of that. Killing them won't give you any Kingdom Coins, so why bother? Besides, I'm warning you guys, don't get carried away killing in the game and then not be able to break the habit in real life!"

Seeing that his subordinates were about to have a conflict, Zhishuweiya, as the president and also the team's mediator, walked over and said, half seriously and half jokingly.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The surrounding players immediately burst into laughter.

The reason these people have acted so "kindly" and haven't yet massacred the city of Pentos is, besides the reasons mentioned here, mainly because the game is too realistic, and they're afraid it will affect their mood in real life.

Occasionally killing enemies and going on a rampage is fun, but if you just keep killing and killing, you can easily get hooked. After all, this isn't a AAA game; it's a 3% realistic virtual game.

the other side.

Pantos's naval fleet commander, Panbell, was completely unaware that his base had been raided by the players and was leading his men toward Governor Odero's courtyard.

Just as they were about to reach their destination and turned the corner, they bumped into a hundred or so armed men. Panbell was startled and almost reacted on the spot, ordering the sailors behind him to fire arrows.

"Your Excellency."

Pamber stepped forward and saluted Governor Audero, who was dressed in full armor.

"Lord Panbel, please bring your men with me. I have found out who started this riot!"

Audero looked furious.

Just now, another governor, with about twenty surviving guards, fled to his manor and told him personally that the rebels were started by Illyrio, who had disappeared long ago, and the Targaryen remnants he had taken home.

Illyrio! You've done something amazing at home!

Without hesitation, Panbel joined forces with the governor, and the two of them led nearly a thousand men toward Illyrio's courtyard.

As the group walked away in a grand procession, the player Mufa appeared around the street corner.

"He's coming at me! He's coming at me!"

Viserys, who witnessed this scene from the player's perspective, was initially startled, but then quickly ordered Ser Jorah of the Kingsguard to gather the Unsullied in the courtyard and organize a defensive line at the gate.

Viserys then quickly issued a mission to the players to serve the king. Fearing they wouldn't come, Viserys even gave them the Valyrian Steel Longsword he had recently obtained as an individual reward, and gave each player 100 Kingdom Coins and five Black Iron Chests as a group reward.