Chapter 496

After waking up during the day, the Lannister army calmly dismantled the camp and began to retreat slowly.

The Targaryen army seemed to suspect that the other party was cheating, and did not rush to pursue it. Instead, it quietly watched for a while, and found that the other party was really going to retreat, so they quickly chased up to prevent the other party from really escaping.

However, Oberon's pursuit had just fallen into the opponent's trap. The edge of the Red Lake was surrounded by a vast forest, and this was the place where the children of the forest and humans once fought.

"It's now!"

"Kill these intruders!"

The Targaryen army strayed into the encirclement of the Lannister family under the pursuit. The Lannister army suddenly turned around, and there were shouts of killing in all directions.

Then the two sides experienced a fierce fight in the forest, and the Targaryen army was beaten and retreated all the way to the edge of the Red Lake.

"escape!"

"Run away!"

They even lost their big camp, and the Lannister army set fire to the camp, turned them into bereaved dogs, and fled a long way in one breath.

The Lannister army, after chasing and killing for a while, really couldn't catch up and then retreated.

The Lannister army won for the first time since the Battle of the Twins.

The great Ser Stavor Lannister decided to lead the soldiers of the West to defeat the famous Prince of Dorne.

The next day of fierce fighting was over, the Targaryen army had fled without a trace, and night was gradually falling.

Lannister Barracks.

"Come!"

"Toast together!"

"Congratulations to General Stevor Lannister!"

A knight wearing the coat of arms of the Pine family on his chest stood up first, holding his wine glass high and calling for everyone to toast Stepford together.

"For Lord Stepford!"

The atmosphere of the banquet was warm, and the rest of the knights and nobles of the West Region raised their glasses one after another.

Only one knight with burn marks on half of his face seemed to have a strange temperament. He was dismissive of the banquet. Although he also raised his glass, he drank it all for himself.

The Lannister army repelled the Targaryen army, and the opponents fled, and they naturally returned to the camp that was once abandoned.

The Lannister barracks are now full of celebratory voices, wines are even opened, and banquets are set up to celebrate the victory of this war.

With the exception of Sandor Gregor the Hound, the other nobles and knights in the army sat in a group and raised their glasses high, toasting to Sir Stevo Lannister, who led everyone to victory.

At the moment, the fat Sir Stavor was ruddy, his eyes blurred, and he was obviously a little flirtatious.

"calm!"

"Staver, calm down!"

Although he has always warned himself that he should be calm at this time, after all, the war is not over, and Oberon is not a good person to deal with, so he still needs to be cautious.

But this hearty and tangible victory, as well as the rain-like touts after the war, still made him a little uncontrollable.

He defeated the famous Oberyn, and the Targaryen army was not as unrivaled as it seemed.

And he, Stever, seems to have jumped into the ranks of excellent commanders with his cousin Tywin Lannister, Randall Tully, King Robert and so on after this battle.

"Hahaha, everyone. You have won the prize."

"A little bit of victory is nothing."

Stefan was wearing the black and gold Lannister armor, and he undid the straps on some of the armor to reveal the inner lining.

His long sword was placed on the edge of the chair beside him, and his body was full of alcohol. He stood up with the wine glass in his hand and then drank it, which once again brought cheers from the audience.

"Humph--"

Only Sandor Gregg held a leg of lamb in his hand and bit off a piece of meat, and snorted in disdain, but he didn't make much noise, just drinking the spirits in the glass, since Gu Zi's big mouth chewed.

According to Stever's judgment, the Targaryen army should not make a comeback any time soon after this setback.

After all, their tents have been burned down.

In fact, this is the most reassuring place for the commander of the Lannister army, and he also promised that the nobles and knights under his command can hold a banquet to celebrate tonight.

Because according to the practice of war between the two armies, as well as the most basic common sense of commanding soldiers, no matter where the war goes, it is necessary to set up camp first.

Barracks are the foundation of an army. How can you go on a march without a home?

Otherwise, there will be no place to store supplies, soldiers will not be able to rest in peace, and they will not be able to cook rice, and morale will inevitably collapse.

The Targaryen army had no castles or towns nearby, and the camp was burned down by the Lannister army when it was a thousand miles away, including a large number of supplies in the barracks.

Therefore, for the Targaryen army, there are only two options tonight, either retreating far away and building a new camp as soon as possible, or simply retreating and waiting for the subsequent supplies from King's Landing and Riverland to arrive. Re-attack the Western Territory.

But at that time it might not be just these armies. Perhaps Oberyn would choose to go to King's Landing and even ask the newly crowned Viserys to send the legendary dragon to help.

Stepford had seen the dragon, and it had left a deep impression on him.

But their cousin Tywin cheered them on, telling everyone that the western border is mountainous, and it is impossible to conquer the western border just by relying on the dragon to fly around in the sky, just like the conquerors attacked Dorne in the past.

As long as they can keep all the passages into the Western Region in the future

Stepford was drunk, his brain was dizzy, and he even fell on the table to take a nap. Except for a few people such as Sandor, most of the nobles at the banquet were very drunk.

At this time, outside the Lannister barracks.

The horse's hooves were wrapped in cloth, and all the soldiers held branches in their mouths to prevent any noise. The Targaryen army unknowingly returned to the Lannister barracks.

"grown ups?"

A guard turned his head to look at Oberyn.

The Prince of Dorn, who had retreated during the day, was wearing armor at the moment and looked energetic. He looked coldly at the brightly lit barracks in front of him, especially the golden lion flag hanging high, and clenched his fists tightly.

He only has more than 20,000 people. Facing the western army with more soldiers and better weapons and equipment, he will not allow the slightest mistake.

But it was such a difficult challenge that got Oberon excited.

"Kill them all!"

Then, with an order, the horn sounded suddenly.

"kill!"

The roar sounded like thunder outside the Lannister barracks, and countless Targaryen armies rushed from all directions like a torrent.