The sunset in the desert is amazingly beautiful.

The sky in the west is like a golden-purple tapestry. The clouds are blooming with brilliant and bright red colors, dyeing the green blood river red. The desert turns from gold to orange, then to purple, and shadows like blood flow spread across the ground.

It's a pity that Edmure Tully has no intention of enjoying such beautiful scenery.

The eldest son of the Duke of Riverrun was in an extremely embarrassed state. His maroon hair was messy and tangled. It looked like he hadn't washed it for many days. The armor on his body was covered with mottled blood stains and messy knife marks. His left arm was also injured.

The white gauze was wrapped several times, but blood still seeped out.

He sat by the Green Blood River, looking at the sand with dull eyes.

Edmure still can't believe that things have turned out like this.

Originally, the Iron Throne's second army was progressing very smoothly. Under the command of Duke Tywin Lannister, they went south along the Bone Road. After conquering Yronwood City, Dorne's eastern army fell apart and could not be organized again.

Massive resistance.

Some small-scale harassment could not stop the pace of the army. Soon, they attacked the city and arrived at Sunspear City.

Seeing victory right before his eyes, everything suddenly took a turn for the worse.

The Western Army actually withdrew without any warning, and before leaving, they burned the food and fodder of the armies in the Riverlands, Valleys, and Stormlands.

Then there were arguments again. Some wanted to withdraw their troops, some wanted to negotiate peace with Dorne, and some said they wanted to pursue the Western Army...

In this campaign against Dorne, the commander of the Vale army was "Yonn the Bronze", but he had already died in Skyreach, and the commander of the Stormlands, Lord Renly, was on an envoy to Sunspear but had not returned.

"Really?" Edmure stood up suddenly, his eyes finally shining with hope, "How far away are we?"

The hot and dry wind stirred up dust all over the sky.

"Hmph! I think you just plan to sell it for a price."

Edmure frantically drove his war horse, trying to escape from the encirclement. However, after days of running around and a lack of fodder, the war horse was extremely tired and could not run fast at all.

Prince Doran pointed to the shore, where the Dornishmen were taking captives from the river into custody:

In desperation, he had no choice but to abandon his infantry and flee alone with more than fifty cavalry.

Of course, everyone is criticizing Tywin Lannister, but this is the only thing that is unified.

"I didn't expect you to come to arrest me in person. What an honor."

"You will have it." The Dornishman picked him up and took him to the river.

Edmure reacted immediately: "What? You can't afford so many prisoners, can you?"

And the Lannister family, he must take revenge!

Escape from Dorne on land has become almost impossible, and the Arbor Fleet ships that appear at this time become their only hope.

Edmure was frightened, and finally remounted his horse at the urging of the knights, and began to run away from the Greenblood River.

Edmure originally brought nearly two thousand soldiers and horses from Riverrun, but under the tracking and harassment of the Dornish people, his soldiers were getting fewer and fewer. It is not known whether he fell behind, escaped on his own, or was caught in the attack.

He fell into the Dornish trap, and in the end, the son of the Duke of Riverrun was left with less than two hundred defeated soldiers.

The quarrel lasted from night to the afternoon of the next day. Finally, a messenger from the north arrived at the camp and brought the latest information about Tianji City. Only then did the nobles of the three realms understand in shock why Duke Tywin betrayed them.

"Yes." Edmure gasped, "I demand to be treated as a prisoner."

Edmure and his party had to wrap their mouths and noses with their robes and continue to move forward arduously.

"What's the problem?"

Sir Engel watched carefully for a while, and finally shouted anxiously:

"Put down your weapons and surrender without killing!"

"Put down your weapons and surrender without killing!" the Dornishmen began to persuade them to surrender.

But after being dispersed, although the armies of the Three Realms were able to move more freely and flexibly, they were also more likely to become targets of attacks by the Dornishmen.

In addition, the Dornish people continued to harass, and finally on the seventh day of the withdrawal, the army of the three realms fell apart. Edmure could no longer maintain the organization, and could only let the noble knights of the three realms find their own way out.

Edmure Tully led the way and was already impatient.

I hope there is wine on the ship. He thought to himself, but soon laughed at himself, how could there be no wine on the Qingting Island ship.

The nobles of the Vale are clamoring to withdraw their troops. They started rioting when the news of "Bronze Yohn"'s death came out. The Stormlands are paying attention to the situation of Duke Renly who is on an envoy to Sunspear, and are clamoring to send another envoy into the city.

, As for the nobles of the Riverlands, it is even more chaotic. Some say they want to withdraw their troops, some say they should pursue the Western Army, and some even want to attack Sunspear City as soon as possible to obtain food and grass supplies...

Edmure shouted until his voice became hoarse before finally getting the nobles of the Three Realms to agree to withdraw their troops first.

The fire in the middle of the night caused chaos in the camp. Fortunately, the Dornishmen did not leave the city to attack, otherwise the troops of the Three Realms would have directly blown up the camp.

With blood splattering everywhere, Edmure rolled on the sand. When he finally stopped, he saw that a Dornishman had put a scimitar on his neck.

"How will you know if you don't try." Prince Daolang seemed to be confident.

After a sudden big change, the nobles of the three realms refused to obey anyone and could not reach a consensus at all.

But unfortunately, it's too late.

Prince Daolang spread his hands: "No money, only one person."

The nobles were noisy, accusing and cursing each other. Edmure Tully was not a strong-willed person, and he lacked enough prestige. Even the nobles of the Riverlands could not suppress him, let alone the other two realms.

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He swore that he would never come to this hellish place like Dorne again in his life.

But this will have to wait until they can get out of this desert.

"There is a problem now. I need your help to solve it?"

"Lord Edmure," Sir Engel hurried over and said, "Our people discovered the ships of the Arbor Fleet upstream!"

"This warship doesn't look like it belongs to Qingting Island."

He didn't dare to look back, for fear that when he turned around, he would find that he had lost another group of men.

"Are you sure?"

"Loras Tyrell."

Those Dornishmen are like venomous snakes in the desert, difficult and dangerous. From time to time they emerge from the shadows and bite people.

Edmure was taken aboard the ship, and then he saw a face that surprised him.

Prince Daolang shook his head and said, "I didn't say I would let you go."

"Then you let me go back to Riverrun, and I will go to the Riverlands to help you raise food." Edmure said.

Finally, they saw the big ship on the Green Blood River and the purple grape flag flying on it.

When passing the "Boathouse", the wooden door opened with a bang, and seven or eight Dornishmen rushed out with long-handled axes, just blocking the river people's escape path.

Edmure looked at the warships getting closer and closer, and his mood became more and more excited.

It was finally over. He was actually a little relieved.

The soldiers began to shout loudly, wave the Tully trout flag, and even light bonfires to try to attract the attention of the boats in the river.

"What do you mean? Are you treating us as bargaining chips?" Edmure narrowed his eyes, "Doran, whose side are you on?"

"Edmure Tully?" The Dornishman seemed to recognize him.

The setting sun has completely set below the horizon, but the moon has not yet had time to climb up.

The old lion's ruthlessness made the nobles of the Three Realms gnash their teeth with hatred, and vowed to make the Lannister family pay with their blood.

Edmure suddenly clamped the horse's belly, and the war horse let out a sad neigh, but it was still hit in the leg by a long axe.

"Congratulations," Edmure said bitterly, "You have finally achieved a great victory. A great victory written with the blood of soldiers from the Three Realms."

Finally, the Qingting Island warship discovered the Hejian people on the shore, turned around and came closer.

But even if the Dornish people missed this opportunity, the armies of the Three Realms were already in disarray.

"Yes." Prince Daolang nodded and admitted, "So, if you don't want to see your companions starving to death, you'd better get me a batch of food as soon as possible."

At this time, the "Qingting Island Warship" had also approached, and as expected, the people on it were all Dornishmen.

A dry willow tree appeared in front of it, and next to the tree was a stranded wormwood boat, turned upside down, like a simple cabin.

But even so, he still couldn't get rid of the tail behind him.

When the warship realized that it was exposed, it immediately blew its horn.

Without supplies of food and grass, the morale of the army was low, and there was no powerful figure to command the entire army. The army of the Three Realms quickly came to the brink of collapse.

"No! That's not right! The boats on Qingting Island are not like this! I'm afraid this is a trap!"

"Ser Edmure." Prince Doran was sitting in a wheelchair, with a giant man holding a long ax standing behind him.

"Actually, not much blood was shed." Prince Doran said gently.

"who?"

"Of course I'm on Dorne's side."

Edmure sneered: "The third son of the Duke of Highgarden can't be exchanged for food for an army of 60,000 people."
To be continued...