Chapter 495

"Lord Stefan!"

At this time, a middle-aged man with a sad face and slightly gray hair said in the big tent.

"My son died at the hands of the Dornish barbarians! You saw it! Everyone saw it!"

He was Count Roland Kreich of Crane Hall, whose second son Lile had just died at the hands of Oberyn in a brief conflict.

Count Roland Kreich's words caused silence in the large tent. All the nobles and knights looked at each other, then bowed their heads and remained silent.

After all, the other party has just died of his son, and any words at this time are likely to arouse hatred.

"This. Lord Roland."

The round-figured commander, Stevor Lannister, looked embarrassed, hesitated for a moment, and then said.

Although he has led troops to fight alone several times and has a certain commanding ability, he has only fought a dozen bandits and rogues who are not in the mainstream, and he has also resisted the invasion of the ironmen.

But Stefan also has a very obvious disadvantage, that is, he has always had no ideas.

In fact, if it wasn't for Tywin, there really isn't anyone to trust and he wouldn't have used him.

If it wasn't for Kevan and Jillian, Tywin hated Viserys every time they thought of this.

Stefan's sister is Tywin's wife Joanna, and the common cousin of Steve and Joanna is Tywin. It is precisely because of this complex and blood-connected relationship that Tywin values ​​Stefan so highly.

"Lord Stefan."

However, Stevor Lannister was about to say something embarrassed, but was interrupted by Earl Roland.

The gray-haired middle-aged man stood up, looked at each other with sincerity and sincerity, and then looked around at everyone around him.

"The barbarians of Dorne only brought 20,000 people, and we are no less than them."

"And I'm more familiar with the terrain here than anyone."

"I have a good offer, we can"

The Targaryen army confronts the Lannister army.

However, in the early morning of the next day, the soldiers in charge of reconnaissance came to report in a hurry.

"Lord Legionnaire."

Oberyn was washing at the moment, naked to reveal dark brown skin and strong muscles, wearing a pair of sand-yellow breeches.

He stood in front of a golden washbasin and rinsed his mouth, then spit out the water from his mouth.

"Your Majesty."

The scantily clad maid took a towel to help him wipe off the water droplets from his face, and then a jade hand touched Oberyn's chest slightly, and a charming smile appeared in her beautiful eyes.

"tonight."

However, the scantily clad maid only spoke half of what she said, then she glanced at the guards who broke in, then smiled again, picked up the golden washbasin, turned around and swayed away.

In Targaryen's army, only Oberyn was able to carry women, whether they were mistresses, maids, or even guards with a fairer face.

However, although Oberon indulged in lust and love, thinking that this was the best gift from the gods to mankind, he was a wise man, and a wise man would not let his hobbies affect his business.

The maid understood Oberyn's temper, so when she saw a guard came in to report something, she immediately put on the basin and turned away.

And Oberyn also had a smile on his face, and he liked the girl's sensibleness.

Snapped--

Then he reached out and patted the maid's upturned buttocks, which were full of elasticity and made a crisp sound, which was exchanged for a coquettish and reproachful look.

Then, watching the half-covered maid leave holding the washbasin, Oberon slowly withdrew his gaze, still not satisfied.

"Um."

Looking at the guard who broke in, he raised his chin slightly and said.

"Tell me, what's wrong?"

According to the rules in Oberyn's army, if there is no major event, usually no one will disturb him at this time in the morning, but since there are guards coming, it means that there is a major event.

"Lord Legionnaire, the Lannisters have retreated."

Then the guard hurriedly spoke.

"Oh?"

When Oberyn heard the guard's words, the smile on his face slowly disappeared a lot, and a pair of dark eyes shone with light.

But he didn't seem to be surprised by this. Oberyn had thought long ago that the other party might not fight him but retreat directly, and then he nodded.

"that's it?"

"Yes, my lord."

The guard nodded.

"Go back."

However, when the guards turned and left the camp, the smile on Oberyn's face disappeared completely, and his face became serious.

He knew that the opponent he was facing now was not the Duke Tywin.

Oberyn was confident that no matter how fast Tywin might be, he would never be able to move as fast as the soldiers under his command, especially in the complex terrain of the mountains.

However, the Western Border is not the largest, most populous, or most productive area in the Seven Kingdoms.

But there is no doubt that the west is the richest, with many mountains in the west, and the output of gold and silver deposits is staggering.

There is even a legend that the Duke Tywin's shit was gold.

The western border is so rich and naturally employs a large number of troops and weapons.

Oberon only brought more than 20,000 people to conquer the Western Territory, which seemed a little stretched.

However, he actually has an advance estimate of the predicament he is facing, and he knows that this time the action will not be too easy.

But Oberon was an optimistic person. He never showed pessimism on his face. Instead, he always looked unhurried and won the victory, which made the officers and soldiers below him full of confidence.

The result he most expects is naturally that the Lannister army in front of him can fight him with dignity.

In this way, he can at least have a chance to eat them and severely damage the living force of the Western Region.

What Oberon was most afraid of was actually Duke Tywin's original deployment, ordering all the western troops to retreat to the castle, shrinking to defend, not fighting back or resisting, waiting for the reinforcements to converge.

If Oberon wants to win, the possibility of taking the Western Territory will be greatly reduced.

And Duke Tywin, as a commander with deep experience and experience, naturally understands where Oberyn's weakness lies.

He didn't need to compete with a young man like Oberyn for ingenuity to see who had the better brains.

All he had to do was do his own thing step by step, be impeccable, and wait for Oberyn's own weaknesses to be exposed.

"Fuck him!"

And Oberon picked up a tooth flower and cursed heavily, then put on a sand-yellow coat, opened the tent and walked out.

"Come on!"

"Chase!"