Chapter 497

"kill!"

The screams of killing suddenly resounded from all directions, alarming the nobles and knights of the Western Region who were celebrating and drinking.

"Um?"

"What happened?"

In fact, Stever is not entirely a rice bucket. Before holding a banquet to celebrate, he also ordered the soldiers to step up patrols, strictly guard, and not be allowed to relax.

However, the commanders all relaxed their vigilance at a banquet to celebrate, and played a bad leading role. How can the soldiers be able to carry out the order conscientiously?

What's more, the victory in the daytime is obvious to all. The Targaryen army was beaten by them, which naturally breeds the heart of underestimating the enemy.

The soldiers of this batch of Lannister army are actually the new army and the garrison of Lannisport. They have never left their hometown, have not seen the White Walkers and the Legion of the Dead, nor have they encountered dragons and Dothraki. Man's iron hoof.

They were terrified of the famous Targaryen army when they first started.

But after this battle, all Lannister soldiers were relieved a lot. From the commander-in-chief and commanders to every ordinary soldier below, the tension from top to bottom in the entire army disappeared, and even changed. Gotta get active.

And Oberyn seized this opportunity and used a fraudulent defeat to let the enemy relax his vigilance, thinking that the Targaryen army was not so invincible.

At least one victory would also keep Stevor Lannister from turning around and running.

Now Oberyn has also learned through the captured captives who his opponent is.

The eldest brother of that Duke Tywin, Sir Stevor Lannister.

"Who is this Sir Stavor Lannister?"

And Oberon had some doubts when he first heard the name.

After hearing the prisoner's confession, I learned that this turned out to be Tywin's eldest brother.

It is said that the opponent's best record ever was to command a thousand Lannister soldiers to clean up the ironmen who came to the west coast to harass them, and then to destroy a certain warrior group, a certain bandit and a rogue.

However, the real war is not the same as cleaning up some rogues.

A person who can make five or six people willingly obey the command can be regarded as a grass-roots commander, and then command dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of people. The more the number of people, the higher the requirements for the commander.

When a person can command an army of tens of thousands of people without chaos, he can already be regarded as a qualified commander.

Stephen once commanded at most one or two thousand people, but commanding 20,000 people and 2,000 people are two completely different things in concept.

As a commander's personal ability and charisma, Oberon's dealing with Stever was already a dimensionality reduction blow.

Naturally, he would not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. After hearing the name of Stever, Oberon made up his mind to eat more than 20,000 Lannister troops in one bite.

rumbling—

The sound of galloping hooves raged, and there were shouts of killing everywhere, and countless Targaryen armies rushed into the Lannister barracks.

I don't know how many Western soldiers just woke up from their sleep. They didn't even have time to put on their armor and pick up their long swords. Their throats were slit by the roaring cavalry, blood was sprayed, and their bodies fell to the ground. .

The tents were overturned, and a bright machete and a long sword were raised high, and then fell heavily.

"kill!"

"Kill all these bastards!"

"Kill Stevor Lannister!"

The screams of killing from all directions were like a basin of ice water pouring over their heads, instantly awakening all the drunken Western nobles and knights.

They looked at the messy scene in front of them, the overturned wine bottle, and the drunk unconscious commander. They only felt cold hands and feet, and their minds went blank.

"Oops!"

"The Targaryen army is back!"

And Sandor Clegane, the Hound sitting in the banquet, instantly woke up when he heard the screams of killing from all directions.

"Um?"

Although he drank himself and drank a lot of wine, but he never got drunk and kept some bottom, so he reacted faster than other nobles, Sandor stood up directly and overturned the in front of him. table.

wow-

The rest of the food and drinks at the banquet were scattered all over the place, so that all the nobles in the Western Region who were still in a state of drunkenness were instantly sobered up.

Including the drunk, unconscious General Stevor Lannister.

"Fuck! We were attacked by the Targaryen army!"

"Is this what you call a great victory?"

Although Sandor drank a lot of alcohol, his ugly cheeks were sober, his temper was short-tempered and he had no scruples, and then he scolded and mocked.

"What the hell the great General Stevor Lannister?"

"Um?"

"Hahaha, I just heard that I was about to vomit."

Just listening to these nobles' bottomless praise for Stevor in the banquet had already made Sandor feel sick.

It was only a small victory, and he even touted a rice bucket to be equal to King Robert, Duke Tywin.

Then Sandor reached out and pulled out the heavy sword around his waist, slashing over a Lannister soldier who was running around in a panic.

"Quick! Quickly withdraw!"

And the nobles and knights of the Western Territory naturally had no time to care about Sandor's scolding at this time.

They were in a panic at the moment and didn't know what to do. They could only set up the commander who had just woken up and didn't know what happened, and hurriedly fled to the outside of the camp under the protection of the guards.

"Order!"

"Everyone! Retreat!"

And Stepford also woke up at this time. After learning what happened, he shivered and his face was pale. He knew that he had caused trouble.

But after all, as the commander-in-chief of the entire army, Stever still knew how to march and fight better than the 'Hound' knight who had just scolded him.

Stepford knew that although he had made trouble, it was not the worst situation at the moment. A single attack on the battalion would not wipe out the entire army, and there was still room for recovery.

He must try his best to reduce losses at this time, lead the army to stabilize the morale of the army, and then return to the Yangji Hall to defend.

Otherwise, he will lose the Rag Hall and make way for the smooth road leading to Lannisport. Even if he has three heads, it will not be enough for Duke Tywin to chop off.

So Steve hurriedly ordered to stabilize the army. The Lannister army suffered a defeat, left the corpses on the ground, and began to retreat in the direction of the Rag Chicken Hall.

The Targaryen army gave up the pursuit after chasing for a while, gathered the army and retreated.

The retreat of the Targaryen army brought a heavy sigh of relief to the heavy loss of Stepford, but at the same time, an inexplicable foreboding suddenly rose in his heart.

"Why didn't they chase after them?"

He looked at the dense forest around him, and then asked.

However, at this moment, in inconspicuous places around, the sparks began to burn.