Chapter 534 Battle of the Lame

Star Shuttle City Earl Titus Peak repeatedly left and right, surrendered first and then rebelled. Under a surprise attack, he successfully captured a city gate and insisted that the reinforcements from the Reach came.

The Dorn army also fought back when it was raided. The battlefields between the two sides were all over the inside and outside of Star Shuttle City, and there were shouts of killing.

"kill!"

Holding the long sword covered in blood, Titus Peake slashed left and right, repelling waves of attacks from the Dorne army, and finally had time to breathe heavily.

rumbling—

The knights of the Reach poured into the city, greatly easing the pressure on him.

At this moment, the night is deep, but the fire in Xingshuo City is soaring into the sky. I don't know which party ignited the kerosene, and the smoke is billowing into the sky.

Earl Titus Peake watched his home fall into the flames, and his heart was mixed.

He seemed to regret jumping left and right to join the Reach camp again, but then he strengthened his beliefs and clenched his fists tightly.

"Do not."

"I do not regret."

He was originally a noble in the Reach, but he had gone astray and believed the rumors of traitors before betraying his hometown and his loyal monarch.

And now Titus Peak believed he was on the right track.

"Margot."

Immediately, Count Titus thought of his wife who was still in the clutches of his own, and felt a pain in his heart. He felt sorry for his wife.

"Come! Everyone come with me!"

Looking at the chaotic battlefield under the city wall, Titus Peak sighed inwardly, holding a long sword and calling on all Star Shuttle City soldiers to follow him.

No one is more familiar with the terrain in Xingshuo City than him. He will lead troops to rescue his wife, and by the way, kill the few demons who have defiled his wife.

On the other side, the fierce battle in Star Shuttle City continued.

The kerosene stored in the city was detonated, and the blazing flames lit up the sky.

"Hold on!"

"Hold on!"

"Don't panic!"

Ser Roger Arrion of Divine Grace slashed several deserters with a long sword in his hand, intending to bring the whole chaos under control.

Today, the Dornish army is stubbornly resisting, but its command is chaotic, and most of them are fighting independently.

"Everyone obey my orders!"

However, his roar had a small impact, and only the Dornish soldiers around him obeyed his orders.

bang——

Immediately, Roger Allion grabbed a passing nobleman of Dorne, Andre Dart, the younger brother of Ser Denzel Dart, the knight of the lemon grove.

The young warrior of Dorne was panting now, panic written all over his tender cheeks.

This is the first time he has participated in a battle. Although it is not the first time he has killed someone, the battlefield and killing are two different things.

A vicious murderer on the battlefield is nothing.

"Andre Dart?"

Roger Allion grabbed the young Lemon Forest Knight by the collar. He didn't know who the person in front of him was, but he glanced at the coat of arms on the other side's chest and recognized it.

And Andre Dart's brain is in a blank at the moment, the surrounding fire is blazing, and enemies are everywhere rushing out of a corner at any time, and he is completely dizzy.

At this moment, he was suddenly grabbed by the collar, and Andre Dart was just about to have a seizure.

But seeing that the other party was Sir Roger Arion of the City of Divine Grace, the son-in-law of Lord Ellenwood, his mind suddenly became clearer and he did not dare to be presumptuous.

And Roger Elion naturally didn't need to think about the thoughts of a young man who came to the army to gild, grabbed his neck and shouted loudly.

"go!"

"Tell your brother to bring everyone closer to me!"

"Go!"

Immediately, Roger Allion kicked the young Lemon Forest Knight on the ass.

"Yes!"

Andre Dart shivered when he received the order, then turned and ran to find his brother Denzel Dart.

"Everyone moves closer to me!"

"Occupy that side of the tower! Quick, quick!"

…

The battle in Star Shuttle City was fierce, and the Dorn army quickly gained a firm foothold under the command after the initial panic.

Lord Anders Yronwood, the commander of the Dorne army, sat in a wheelchair and occupied the commanding heights of Star Shuttle City to personally command the battle.

His bodyguards, on the other hand, stood to the left and right, and had just repelled the attack of several Reach soldiers, killed them and threw their bodies down.

On the other side, the same lame army commander of the Reach, the heir of High Court, Vilas Tyrell, also disregarded the danger and rode a warhorse to the front line of the battlefield.

"Get me off the horse."

Then, with the help of the soldiers, he turned over and got off the warhorse, still leaning on a cane in one hand.

He climbed the city wall of Star Shuttle City, overlooking the battlefield, and personally commanded the battle.

Whizzing--

Several arrows flying from the battlefield passed by, but Velas Tyrell remained unafraid and insisted on staying on the front line, with the soldiers.

This war was extremely fierce and lasted for a whole night, mainly because the Dorn army was very tenacious, until the sky turned white, and the situation on the battlefield gradually became clear.

Although the Dorn army stubbornly resisted the attack of the Reach Army, the soldiers around him were fighting less and less, and the area of ​​the city they controlled was gradually compressed.

The two sides pulled repeatedly in a small part of the city, leaving behind layers of corpses on the ground. In the end, the Dorne army was compressed to the place where only the central main fort was left, and the rest of the place was all occupied by the Reach Army. occupied.

The commander-in-chief of the Dornish army, Earl Anders Yronwood, was besieged in this main castle, and there were many other Dornish nobles, and the scene had become precarious.

"The war is over!"

"Father!"

bang——

Ser Roger Arion was covered in blood, and the sword in his hand was slashed. He pushed open the door panting and came to his father-in-law.

"Reconsider it!"

"For more brothers to survive!"

Anders Earl Wood in a wheelchair was silent, breathing a little heavy.

the other side.

"The war is over."

Vilas Tyrell, who was leaning on crutches, looked at the situation on the battlefield and finally breathed a sigh of relief, showing a relaxed expression.

His eyes were bloodshot, the soldiers fought fiercely all night, and he didn't sleep all night.

"Fortunately not to be humiliated, father."

Then Velas turned his head to look at his father and his two brothers.

Garland Tyrell the Valiant, Loras, the youngest brother of Velas.

He was supposed to be sent to Storm's End as Renly's squire, but because of the war, he couldn't leave High Court, and it was by accident that he escaped.

Looking at his multi-talented eldest son, a satisfied smile appeared on Mace Tyrell's face.

What a good boy, it would have been better if Vilas hadn't been crippled in the leg.

However, at this moment, a faint roar seemed to be sounding, as if ten thousand horses were galloping, and like a sudden thunder in the sky.

"Um?"

"what sound?"

'Courageous' Garland Tyrell was the first to react. He seemed to hear something faintly, and then raised his head to look at the sky.

And Velas Tyrell also seemed to have heard this voice, raised his head to look at the cloudless sky, and then his face suddenly changed.