Chapter 229 The aftermath of the Blackwater River
The beach has never been so crowded. Roland Storm struggled to push his upper body out, and the gauntlet suddenly grabbed the cape of the Valley Cavalry. His palm seemed to be embedded with iron bars. The cavalry only felt that his back was pulled by a huge force, and his body His center of gravity was no longer under his control and he fell backwards.
"Bang!" The hammer hit the cavalryman's face, and the flesh and blood sank deeply into it.
Before he could pick up the hammer again, another cavalryman passed by. The huge body of the war horse instantly jumped the bastard of Night Song City into the air and knocked him several meters away.
Burning pain suddenly surged out from all the muscles and bones in his body. Roland Storm felt his head was dizzy and blood was dripping around his mouth.
The Dragonstone fleet finally played its role. Oiled and flaming arrows kept shooting from the sea to the beach. The transport ship sent in time docked on the shore. The defeated Stormland soldiers were crowded on the shore by the valley people. Holding their backs, the mixed crowd just stood there, unable to move a step despite the noise.
The blue and white flag soon looked like a devil walking in the night in the eyes of the knights, squires and even mercenary levies in the Stormland, constantly approaching, infiltrating the fear of death into their own minds, and never extinguished them.
The bastard choked with blood, "Find your own formation, form a shield wall at the rear, and cover your evacuation."
The soldiers brought by Roland Storm from Nightsong City and other castles in the Dorne Frontier were not frightened by these scenes. They quickly gathered together, holding the Stormland standard shields high and stacking them in layers, with long swords. He placed the spear in the gap in the shield wall and stabbed outward.
"Boom boom boom!" The sharp weapon collided with the shield. The bastard from Nightsong City stood in the center of the queue, directing the knights from the Dorne Frontier to move outward.
Suddenly, dozens of cavalrymen who had carelessly crossed into the ranks of the Stormland army were dragged to the ground and turned into meat.
"Long live King Stannis!"
The formation of knights in Dorne March moved outward, shouting loudly with every step forward.
As they shouted loudly, the troops behind them gradually suppressed their inner panic and began to follow order and flee towards the transport ships and fleet ships.
Harold Hutton loosened the string that tied the arm armor and watched coldly as the Stormland army quickly reorganized from the original rout to the present.
He raised his spear, and the crescent falcon flag tied to the tip of the spear changed its swing and swayed in the air.
The cavalry immediately retreated, put away their swords and spears, picked up crossbows and longbows, quickly set up arrows, and shot at the Stormland army that had just organized a defense line.
People continued to fall behind the shield wall, but the Stormland army still retreated in an orderly manner until only corpses and injured and wailing infantry were left on the beach.
"Take the prisoners, they are already trapped animals, don't entangle them." Harold Hutton looked at the enemy who was about to put up a stubborn resistance, twisted the reins, and ran towards the north.
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Bronn was almost swallowing the wine, making it look like he was eating flesh rather than drinking.
Tyrion's squire Podrick helped remove Bronn's cloth armor and hurriedly untied the ropes, sweating profusely.
"Brother...Lord Bronn, if you calm down and move less, the armor can be removed faster..."
Bronn threw away the squire's hand impatiently, and grabbed the hem of the cloth armor with his palm. The binding rope suddenly loosened or broke, and the cloth armor was pulled off at once, leaving Podrick staring blankly at him. expression.
"Don't call me my lord, where is your lord?" Bronn spat, and there was obviously blood in it. Podrick didn't dare to ask whose blood it was, but he concluded that it didn't come from Bronn.
"Who?"
Bronn spat again, obviously impatient. He took off his cloth gloves and struck Podrick's forehead hard, "Your Lord Tyrion Lannister, you idiot!"< br>
"He took a team of gold robes to search for Lord Varys..." Podrick said to Bronn, recalling Tyrion's previous soliloquy.
"Spider?" Bronn then realized that Varys seemed to be invisible throughout the whole process, and he didn't even arrange a gold-robed guard for King's Landing's intelligence chief.
"Why is the imp looking for spiders?" Bronn asked, staring at Podrick.
Podrick stood there in a daze, "Maybe..." He hesitated, not knowing what to say, "Maybe it has something to do with wildfire, Lord Tyrion always mentioned this..."
Bronn swallowed the wine again and sighed happily. He stuffed the wine bag into Podrick's arms, "No matter what the lord you serve wants to do, it is not safe to lead only a team of gold robes in King's Landing. Follow me, in the direction Tyrion left.”
Podrick took the wine bag, "Is Lord Tyrion in danger? This is my dereliction of duty!" the squire almost screamed.
He is still a little boy after all, Bronn thought disdainfully, laughing inwardly, "Mercenary's intuition is always very accurate, especially when the people around him are abnormal." Bronn tapped Podrick's head with his finger, "You should Follow Tyrion every step of the way."
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Attis Arryn calmed the restless war horse, took a long breath, and looked at King's Landing hidden in the dark night. The sounds of war horns, howls, and fighting gradually faded away.
"Duke Attis!" Anda Royce pulled the reins and ran to Attis, "Stannis's army was basically expelled and annihilated, and a large number of defeated soldiers became our prisoners."
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There was no sadness or joy in Royce's eldest son's words. After experiencing so many wars with him, he was no longer as reckless and irritable as before when facing the casualties of the enemy and ourselves.
Attis looked at Weimar, who was quietly watching the night view of Junlin from a distance. There was no emotion on the latter's face, and his eyes were only dull.
He retracted his thoughts and looked at King's Landing, where the fighting and violence were gradually moving away and shrouded in the tranquility of the night. He hesitated for a moment until he saw the embers left by the green wildfire burning the old city gate.
Attis' eyes became solemn and he frowned, "King's Landing is not safe. Send out scouts to search for deserters outside the city and retreat ten miles to camp."
"Yes!"
Even the great nobles of the valley, including Earl Corbray who followed him, had no doubts about Attis's order.
Late at night, King's Landing did not wait for his heroic army to enter the city, and Joffrey did not wait for his beloved brother-in-law. The Vale Cavalry turned around silently, and the spacious King's Road was once again filled with crescent falcons and various flags of the Vale.
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Tyrion kicked the gravel on the ground in vain, "Where is Varys?" He cursed in his mind. The Red Keep was searched almost everywhere but no spider was found. Could it be that he, a eunuch, had slipped into the crowd of knights? , fought for the country?
The anxious mood comes from the uneasy thoughts in his heart. This uneasiness is growing. Once it comes true... Tyrion tries not to think about the consequences.
The golden robe was obviously deliberately slowing down as he followed him, and Tyrion felt a sense of regret in his heart. The dwarf's small body really couldn't take big steps, even if he tried desperately to walk faster.
The house where Varys usually lived was not far away, and there was still a trace of candlelight in the window. Tyrion breathed a sigh of relief and nodded towards the golden robe behind him.
Jinpao stepped forward and kicked the door open.
No one responded in the house, so Tyrion raised his torch and walked inside.
"No one..." Tyrion frowned slightly. The candle was almost burnt out. He approached the wooden table, and the pungent smell suddenly came over him.
Damn it! The little devil secretly thought something was wrong, but his body suddenly became limp.
He had seen this kind of drug in books. It would not kill people, but it would at least make people lose the ability to move their limbs.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
The sound of crossbows! Tyrion secretly thought something was wrong.
"Long live King Robert!" the voice was uniform.
The golden robes hurriedly faced the enemy, their swords clashed, and the fighting and wailing continued.
Damn it! Tyrion's eyes gradually turned white, and a feeling of dizziness filled his forehead.
Taking advantage of his last bit of consciousness, the dwarf stretched out his hand and knocked the candle lantern over to the ground.
The sound of fighting gradually disappeared, and figures swayed in front of the eyes.
Just don't be hungry refugees... Tyrion thought to himself.
"Lord Tyrion!" Podrick's voice said.
The figures of the squire and Bronn appeared in the field of vision, gradually blurring.
(End of chapter)