"kill!"

The sudden shouts of killing from all directions alarmed the nobles and knights of the Western Region who were celebrating and drinking.

"Um?"

"What happened?"

In fact, Stafford is not exactly a loser. Before hosting a banquet to celebrate, he also ordered the soldiers to step up patrols, strictly guard, and not relax.

But the commanders were having a banquet to celebrate and relaxed their vigilance, playing a bad leading role. How can we make the soldiers conscientiously carry out the orders?

What's more, the victory during the day was obvious to all. The Targaryen army was beaten to the point of running away, which naturally gave rise to the desire to underestimate the enemy.

This batch of Lannister army soldiers is actually the new army and the garrison of Lannisport. They have never left their hometown, have never seen the White Walkers and the Legion of the Dead, and have also never encountered dragons and Dothraki.

Human hooves.

At the beginning, they were still afraid of the famous Targaryen army.

But after this battle, all the Lannister soldiers relaxed a lot. From the commander-in-chief and commanders to every ordinary soldier below, the tense atmosphere from top to bottom of the entire army disappeared, and even changed.

Got to be relaxed and active.

Oberyn seized this opportunity and used a false defeat to make the enemy relax their vigilance, thinking that the Targaryen army was not so invincible.

At least a victory would prevent Stafford Lannister from turning around and running away.

Now Oberyn has also learned who the opponent he is facing through the captured prisoners.

Lord Tywin's great-uncle, Ser Stafford Lannister.

"Who is this Ser Stafford Lannister?"

Oberyn was a little confused when he first heard the name.

Later, after hearing the prisoner's confession, he learned that this person turned out to be Tywin's uncle.

It is said that the opponent's most outstanding achievement was commanding a thousand Lannister soldiers to clean up the Ironborn who came to harass the coast of the West, and then wiped out a certain warrior group, such and such bandits and bandits.

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

A person who can make five or six people willingly obey orders can be regarded as a grassroots commander. He can then command dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of people. The greater 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 causing chaos, he can be regarded as a qualified commander.

Stafford had only commanded one or two thousand people at most, but commanding twenty thousand people and commanding two thousand people were two completely different things in concept.

In terms of his personal abilities and charisma as a commander, Oberyn's fight against Stafford is considered a dimensionality-reducing blow.

Naturally, he would not let go of this golden opportunity. After hearing Stafford's name, Oberyn made up his mind to eat more than 20,000 Lannister troops in one go.

Rumble——

The sound of galloping horse hooves was raging, and there were shouts of death everywhere. Countless Targaryen troops rushed into the Lannister military camp.

I don't know how many Western soldiers just woke up from their sleep. Before they even had time to put on their armor or pick up the long swords in their hands, their throats were cut by the roaring cavalry. Blood sprayed out and their bodies fell to the ground.

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Tent after tent was overturned, bright scimitars and swords were raised high, and then fell heavily.

"kill!"

"Kill all these bastards!"

"Kill Stafford Lannister!"

The shouts of killing coming from all directions were like a basin of ice water being poured on their heads, instantly waking up all the drunken nobles and knights of the Western Region.

They looked at the messy scene in front of them, the overturned wine bottles, and the drunken and unconscious commander. Their hands and feet felt cold and their brains went blank.

"Oops!"

"The Targaryen army is back!"

The 'Hound' Sandor Gregor, who was sitting at the table, woke up instantly when he heard the shouts of killing coming from all directions.

"Um?"

Although he poured himself a lot of wine and drank a lot of wine, he never got drunk and kept some wine. Therefore, he reacted faster than other nobles. Sandor stood up directly and turned over the wine in front of him.

table.

Wow——

The remaining wine and food from the banquet were scattered on the floor, causing all the Western nobles who were still drunk to wake up in an instant.

Including the drunken and unconscious General Stafford Lannister.

"Damn it! We were attacked by Targaryen forces!"

"Is this the big victory you call?"

Although Sandor also drank a lot of wine, his ugly face was very sober. His temper was grumpy and unscrupulous, and he immediately opened his mouth to curse and taunt.

"What a bastard, the great Lord Stafford Lannister?"

"Um?"

"Hahaha, I almost vomited when I heard it just now."

Just listening to these nobles' bottomless praise of Stafford during the banquet had already made Sandor feel sick.

It was just a small victory, and it actually put a loser on par with King Robert and Lord Tywin.

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

"Quick! Get out!"

Naturally, the nobles and knights in the West had no time to pay attention to Sandor's curses at this time.

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

"Order!"

"Everyone! Retreat!"

At this time, Stafford also came to his senses. After learning what happened, he immediately shuddered and his face turned pale. He knew that he had gotten into trouble.

But after all, as the commander-in-chief of the entire army, Stave still knows how to march and fight better than the "Hound Dog" knight who just scolded him.

Stafford knew that although he had gotten into trouble, it was not the worst situation yet. The whole army would not be wiped out in one attack, 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 retreat to the Yangji Hall to defend.

Otherwise, if he loses the Crake Hall and makes way for the flat road leading to Lannisport, even if he has three heads, he won't be enough to chop off Lord Tywin.

So Stafford hurriedly issued orders to stabilize the morale of the army. The Lannister army suffered a painful defeat, leaving corpses on the ground and began to retreat towards the Crake Hall.

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

The retreat of the Targaryen army made Stafford, who suffered heavy losses, breath a sigh of relief, but at the same time, an inexplicable foreboding suddenly arose in his heart.

"Why aren't they chasing me anymore?"

He looked at the dense forest around him and asked like this.
Chapter completed!