Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 405 Bad News

  In the icy night rain, the fighting continued, and the strong smell of blood spread over the camp.

  Earl Tars was wearing armor and leading a team of cavalry to charge back and forth in the camp.

  The battle at this time has become cruel and chaotic, with spears and arrows coming from nowhere, only to find that the number of comrades around is decreasing one by one.

  The rain is getting heavier and getting wet for everyone. The icy rain took away a lot of body heat and made this brutal battle even more difficult.

  Earl Tars's arm was trembling, and he could hardly hold the hilt of his sword. The quiver has also been shot empty, and the legs are stinging like needles.

  But he still insisted on rushing to the front line, and the flag bearer beside him held up the yellow sun and white moon flag, attracting a large number of storm soldiers who were still resisting.

   They all stared at the red eyes, with scars and blood stains all over their bodies, gathered around the general, preparing for the final decisive battle.

  The army in the storm did suffer heavy losses that night. The bad weather made them relax their vigilance and were caught off guard.

  Earl Tas turned his head suddenly, only to find that even the team of thousands of people could not be assembled.

  He knew in his heart that this camp could no longer be defended, and the only thing he could do now was to lead the remaining remnants out and flee back to Tongmen City.

  After making up his mind, Earl Tas immediately turned his horse's head and led the remnant army towards the south gate.

  The people in the western region seemed to have anticipated that they wanted to escape, and had already sent a team of thousands of horsemen to wait here.

   "Follow me, rush out!" Earl Tars raised his sword and shouted.

"rush out!"

  The instinct of survival made the people of Stormland unleash extremely strong fighting power. For a while, the sound of swords and guns piercing into flesh became intensive, and the blood gurgled, dyeing the rain red.

  The gate of the city has almost become a slaughterhouse. There are countless corpses of people from the Stormlands lying there, and of course there are also corpses from the Westlanders.

  Earl Tars's vision had turned blood red, and the screams and collapses of every Stormlander soldier around him made him feel a throbbing pain in his heart.

   These are elite soldiers of the Tas family.

   Is it all going to be lost here?

  Earl Tas found it hard to believe that this battle hadn't even started yet, why did it suddenly come to this point.

  The gods seem to have played a malicious joke on him.

   "Selwyn Tarth!"

  A thunderous voice exploded in my ears.

  Earl Tars turned his head, and saw a knight in gold-plated armor and a crimson cloak rushing towards him aggressively.

  The golden lion emblem on the chest reflects the penetrating cold light.

   "Which knight of the Lannister family are you?"

   "Son of Stafford, Davon!" Knight Davon rushed forward, "Today, I want to avenge my father!"

  Earl Tas was still thinking about what the death of Steve had to do with him, when he saw that the knights of the Western Region were about to rush forward.

  The attendant Sim stepped forward to fight, but was stabbed by the opponent and fell off the horse.

  Earl Tas just realized this, and quickly raised the shield in front of him with his sore hands.

  铛—

  A huge force came, Earl Tars let out a muffled grunt, lost his balance on the horse, and fell to the ground on his back.

  Sir Daven let out a wild laugh, and then ordered to his opponent:

   "Tie him up!"

  —————

   When Samwell received the Western Army crossing the Blackwater River and capturing the outpost camp, it was already half a month later.

  At this time, he had just captured Shenen City, and was thinking about how to deal with these golden group prisoners.

   "What's the matter, Sam?" Natalie Dane couldn't help asking when she saw Samwell staring at the letter for a long while without speaking.

   "The Lannister has crossed the south and went down." Samwell came back to his senses, his eyes were solemn, "and captured one of our outpost camps."

  Natalie was slightly startled, and said:

   "Is the war in the north about to break out early? What should I do? Do you want to go back quickly?"

  Samwell pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head:

   "No. Lannister is deliberately trying to lure me back to ease the pressure on the situation in Dorne. However, I don't believe that Tywin can go south in a big way at this time.

  Although the armies of the Stormlands and the Reach have not yet assembled, the Lannister army has just pacified the situation in the north, and it is impossible to immediately cross the river and fight down the river after withdrawing.

  So this must be just a small-scale harassment, or temptation.

   If I overreact, I will be fooled by Tywin. "

  Natalie reminded worriedly:

   "Then what if Lannister sees that you don't go back, and really goes south in a big way?"

  Samwell laughed loudly:

   "If the Lannisters really give up the Blackwater River to fight us, then I can't wait for it.

  In a war, the defender has a natural advantage. If Tywin really dares to come, let the army of the western region go to smash the Tongmen City. With my father, Lord Randyll, in command, the people of the Westlands will inevitably meet and die there. "

   After finishing speaking, Samwell wrote a reply letter, in which he formally appointed Earl Randall Tarly as the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, and emphasized that Lannister's provocation should not be ignored, and only need to stick to the Bronze Gate City, and then discuss counterattacks after he returns.

   After writing the letter, give it to the bachelor to send it out.

  Samwell looked again at the captive leader of the golden group who was kneeling in front of him, and fell into deep thought.

   "Your Majesty, we are willing to fight for you." A prisoner shouted.

  Samwell looked at him and asked:

"May I have your name?"

   "Miss Shad."

   "He is the illegitimate son of Earl Fowler, the lord of Skyreach City." Miri Jordyn reminded, "He was expelled for killing a Manderly by mistake in a tournament."

   "It is inevitable that there will be casualties in the martial arts competition," Mies Shad argued, "but because I am an illegitimate child, the Fowler family wants to kill me to make amends for Mandalay!"

  Samwell sighed secretly. He knew very well that most of the members of the Golden Group in front of him had various conflicts and even hatred with the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, so they fled to the other side of the narrow sea and became exiles.

  So even if these people are willing to surrender, it is inconvenient for him to accept their allegiance, otherwise he will offend the existing nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.

   "I don't care what crimes you have committed before, and I don't care what grievances you appeal, but since you are my prisoner, you must obey my disposal." Samwell said in a deep voice, and made a decision in his heart.

   "I can forgive your crimes and spare your lives, but you must go to the Great Wall of Impossibility and swear to become the night watchman. Otherwise, you will be executed on the spot!"

  As soon as the voice fell, the captives began to pray one after another, obviously not willing to go to the Great Wall.

  Being a night watchman is not as good as going into exile on Essos.

  It's a pity that Samwell has already made up his mind, so he naturally ignored these people, and waved his hand to signal the soldiers to take them down.

  Jon Colinton remained silent from beginning to end, as if he had accepted his fate.

  Samwell watched the prisoners of the Golden Group being taken down, and couldn't help but think that the Great Wall of Despair is quite lively today.

   "Any news from Sunspear City?" Samwell asked after disposing of the prisoners.

   "No." The maester shook his head, "The last time the raven received Sunspear City was from the Martell family, saying that the captives in the River Valley rebelled, requesting to send troops for support."

  Samwell rubbed his chin, he knew that there should be three forces gathered around Sunspear at this moment—

  The Golden Company, the captives of the rebellion, and the army of the Yronwood family he had sent in the past.

  A chaotic war is probably inevitable.

   "Let the army rest for a while. In two days, we will march into Sunspear City."

   "Yes, Your Majesty."