Chapter 120 The End of Stormland
"Dornish warriors are as dense as sand." Oberon muttered slightly while riding on Dorne's specialty sand war horse.
Ellaria was lying on the horse, holding Oberon's waist, moving her body back and forth close to the horse's back, her eyes shining brightly, and a sweet song singing softly in her mouth.
Oberyn squeezed Ellaria in his hands and listened to Ellaria's cries.
"Can you win?" Ellaria said with worry in her words.
"This was part of the plan. How could I lose? I've been waiting for a long time." Oberon smiled and sent Ellaria forward.
After a storm, Ellaria jumped off Oberon's horse, stretched her body slightly, and said with a chuckle: "I think you are not like before, and the time is shorter."
Oberon smiled slightly and seemed not to care about the teasing. "In a place like the Reach, most people can't get hard, hahaha!" He waved his riding crop with disdain.
"You are a red viper, there is poison hidden underneath." Ellaria's hand reached towards Oberon's lower body, with a smile on her lips, but he held it in his hand.
"Inform the troops behind you to climb over this mountain and you will be at Horn Hill," Oberon's eyes no longer meant to be joking, but said seriously, "You know what this means."
Ellaria put away her smile, nodded slightly, jumped onto her sand horse, and rode away heroically.
Oberon narrowed his eyes slightly and took out a glass medicine bottle from his pocket, which contained clear liquid.
"It's a pity. Maybe I should discuss this issue with Maester Marwin. It's too little. The four or five years of effort were used up by the stubborn king." Oberon put away the glass bottle and looked at the mountains in the distance.
To the east of the mountains, the dazzling red sun on the metal round shield shone directly in the sun, which was very dazzling, shining together with the golden scales on their bodies. Most of the Dornish people had a brown-grey complexion, and the turbans wrapped half of their heads. Helm, this is one of the few times the Dornish people went on a large-scale collective expedition.
"The Dornish warriors are as dense as sand," Oberon muttered slightly as he rode forward.
Timon's "broken sword" was already covered in blood, and as far as he could see, the corpses of countless Reach soldiers collapsed on the bare rocks.
"Have you seen the false king Renly?" Andrew Ysmond stepped forward and stabbed the Reach soldier to death with a short spear as he begged for mercy.
"Alister Florent's cavalry team slipped far away, and we couldn't catch up. We could only kill the lone soldiers along the way." Timon spat and wiped it on the bloody "broken sword" , dancing brightly in the air.
"We have to hurry up and chop off the head of the false king Renly." Andrew Ismon looked into the distance anxiously.
Timon smiled slightly and said, "Don't talk nonsense. We have too few people. Even if only Allister Florent's cavalry is left, we are no match."
"Just forget it?" Andrew asked puzzledly.
Timon mentioned the "Broken Sword", "The Reach cavalry did not understand the hilly terrain of the Stormlands, so they were disorganized and were cut into pieces by the terrain, which dispersed the force." He walked to the horse and got on his horse, "Secondly, If it weren't for Stannis's poisonous water, we wouldn't have won so easily."
Andrew frowned again. He didn't like Timon calling "Stannis" directly, but Timon was absolutely right.
"Gather the scattered teams and get back quickly," Timon ordered, looking at Andrew who turned to leave, and spoke again, "One more thing," Andrew turned his head to listen, "The people in the Reach don't know that we have captured Woodfall, this is a very important point, Stannis is an excellent commander, he deceived Renly, deceived the guards of Storm's End, and even deceived Randyll Tarly."
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Andrew looked at Timon's retreating figure, relaxed his frown, and thought deeply.
Randyll Tarly looked at the letter written by King Renly and reluctantly looked at Storm's End in the distance and the so-called Stannis' army "besieging Storm's End" on the fleeing ship.
The conservative Cortanai Penros' behavior of retreating to Storm's End was no longer evaluated as "cautious" by Landau, but as "cowardly" and a waste of opportunity.
He put down the letter in his hand and looked solemnly at the Dragonstone fleet outside Storm's End Castle.
His personal bodyguard, Sir Hale Hunter, came over and said, "Earl, we have followed your instructions, replenished our water, and are fully armed. We are just waiting for your order." Landao nodded, he knew that the king's more than 10,000 Most of the cavalry have lost their combat effectiveness. They may have been attacked by Stannis's army at this time and have lost their fighting spirit and morale.
The king could only rely on his eight thousand cavalry at this moment, eight thousand knights of the Reach.
Landao's eyes moved slightly and he looked at the map of Stormlands, "Why did Stannis appear in the north?"
Hale Hunter looked at the map blankly, "Stannis is familiar with the terrain of the Stormlands, and it is normal to march on unknown roads."
"No," Randyll said, looking at the map with firm eyes, "Stannis can't come up with such a careful plan without temporarily stationing in the hills." He loosened his hesitant expression and no longer tensed up. Holding his shoulders, Landao was immersed in Stannis's strategy at this moment, feeling extremely relaxed.
Hale Hunter stopped speaking. He knew that Count Randyll had gained confidence in his heart.
"The whole army will attack and march straight into Fallenwood. Stannis must have captured this place before us. He didn't want to fight with us at Storm's End from the beginning, because he would definitely lose." Lando's expression was solemn again, his shoulders Tensing again, he said firmly.
Hale Hunter never questioned Earl of Horn Hill's decision. He nodded and turned around to make arrangements.
The crowned stag flag and the Tully family's bow hunter flag were lit together, and the eight thousand cavalry were divided into several echelons and quickly marched northwest.
Alba Royce watched the ship on Tas Island raise its sails, exhaled slightly, and prepared to step on.
"Sir Albar!" The voice of the steward of Dulin Hall suddenly sounded behind him.
Alba turned around and saw that not only the manager, but also the owner of Tas Island was waving slightly.
"What's the matter?" Alba froze where he was, looking at the manager of Mulin Hall who hurried over with confusion.
The steward raised the envelope in his hand and said, "In the great battle in the Stormlands Hills, Stannis made a sneak attack midway. King Renly's army was mostly destroyed and suffered heavy losses. Lord Randyll led his army to capture Fallwood, cutting off Stannis's retreat. , and even almost shot Stannis who wanted to enter the city."
Elbar didn't react for a while. He didn't believe that the situation had undergone such a big reversal. What did it mean that "Renly's army suffered heavy losses, most of it was destroyed."
"What's even more terrible is that Dorne declared war on the Reach and attacked Horn Hill. Because of the storm a few days ago, all the news about the raven in those days has been received." The steward gasped and covered his waist.
Selwyn Tas walked behind the steward and patted his plump back slightly. The steward quickly stood up and thanked him.
Earl of Tarth shook his head, "Ser Albar, I never thought that the situation in the Stormlands would be so bad. We don't know where King Renly is. Alister Florent is Stannis's father-in-law. The king is here." In his hand."
"Do you think Allister would break his oath to King Renly because of this?" Elbar Royce frowned and asked.
"No," Selwyn shook his head, "I don't think Alister will betray the king he swore allegiance to, but the situation has changed, and the princes of the Stormlands will be wavering. If His Majesty Renly uses his power to overwhelm others, martial virtue will They won't hesitate, but if the battle goes like this, some of the princes may choose to be loyal to King Stannis."
"What about you? Earl Selwyn." Alba became alert and asked.
Selwyn Tarth smiled, with a bitter smile, "Me? I choose my own daughter." He held Elbar's hand, "Ser Albar, if you go to Renly's army, please take care of me." My daughter, if she were still alive.”
Alba nodded, "Even if the Stormlands are in this situation, I still have to complete the task assigned by Duke Attis. If I arrive at Duke Renly's military camp, I will help take care of your daughter."
Renly... Duke? Did Valley people's attitudes change so quickly? Selwyn forced a smile and said, "Thank you."
(End of chapter)