At this moment, a middle-aged man with a sad face and slightly gray hair spoke in the big tent.
"My son died at the hands of the Dornish barbarians! You saw it! Everyone saw it!"
He is Lord Roland Craher of Crake Hall, and his second son Lille had just died at the hands of Oberyn in a brief conflict.
Count Roland Craher's words caused silence in the big tent. All the nobles and knights looked at each other, then lowered their heads and remained silent.
After all, the other party's son had just died, and any words he said at this time were likely to arouse hatred.
"This...Lord Roland."
The chubby commander-in-chief, Stafford Lannister, looked embarrassed, hesitated for a moment and then spoke.
Although he had led troops to fight alone several times and had certain commanding abilities, he had only fought against a handful of mediocre bandits and had once resisted the invasion of the Ironborn.
But Steve also has an obvious shortcoming, that is, he never has any ideas.
In fact, Tywin wouldn't have used him if he didn't have anyone he could trust.
If it weren't for Kevan and Jillian...Tywin hated Viserys every time he thought about it.
Stafford's sister is Tywin's wife Joanna, and Stafford and Joanna's common cousin is Tywin. It is precisely because of this complicated and blood-related relationship that Tywin values Stafford so highly.
"Lord Stafford."
However, Stafford Lannister looked embarrassed and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Lord Roland.
The gray-haired middle-aged man stood up, looked at the other person with a sincere and sincere expression, and then looked around at everyone around him.
"The barbarians of Dorne only brought 20,000 people, and our numbers are not less than theirs."
"And I know the terrain here better than anyone else."
"I have a good proposal, we can..."
...
Targaryen and Lannister armies confront each other.
However, in the early morning of the next day, the soldiers in charge of reconnaissance hurriedly came to report.
"Lord Legion Commander."
Oberyn was washing up at the moment. His upper body was naked, revealing dark brown skin and strong muscles. His lower body was wearing a pair of sandy-colored breeches.
He stood in front of a golden basin, rinsed his mouth, and then spit out the water in his mouth.
"Your Majesty."
The scantily clad maid helped him wipe away the water droplets on his face with a towel, and then lightly touched Oberyn's chest with her beautiful hands, revealing a charming smile with her beautiful eyes.
"tonight..."
However, the scantily clad maid only said half of her words. Then she glanced at the intruding guards, then smiled again, picked up the golden washbasin, turned around and swayed away.
In the Targaryen army, only Oberyn can carry women, whether they are mistresses, maids, or even guards with fairer faces. This is also the privilege of the Dornish prince who has worked hard for many years.
However, although Oberyn is obsessed with sensuality and love and believes that this is the best gift given by the gods to mankind, he is a smart man, and smart people will not let their hobbies affect their business.
The maid knew Oberyn's temper, so when she saw a guard coming in to report something, she immediately picked up the basin and left.
And Oberyn also had a smile on his face, he liked how sensible this girl was.
Snapped--
Then he stretched out his hand and patted the maid's perky buttocks. It was full of elasticity and made a crisp sound, which earned her a coquettish and reproachful eye roll.
Then, as he watched the half-covered maid leave with the basin in her arms, Oberyn slowly withdrew his gaze with lingering interest.
"Um."
He looked at the guard who broke in, raised his chin slightly, and said.
"Tell me, what's wrong?"
According to the rules of Oberyn's army, if there is no big deal, usually no one will disturb him at this time in the morning, but since there are guards coming, it means that there is a big deal.
"Lord Legion Master, the Lannister army has retreated."
Then the guard hurriedly spoke.
"oh?"
When Oberyn heard the guard's words, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and his dark eyes shone with light.
But he didn't seem surprised by this. Oberyn had already thought long ago that the opponent would probably not fight him but retreat directly, and then he nodded.
"that's it?"
"Yes, sir."
The guard nodded.
"Back off."
However, after the guard turned around and left the camp, the smile on Oberyn's face completely disappeared without a trace, and his expression became serious.
He knew that the opponent he was facing now was not Lord Tywin.
Oberyn was confident that no matter how fast Tywin rode, he would never be able to move as fast as his soldiers, let alone in the complex terrain of the mountains.
But after all, the Western Territory has a big family and a big business. Although the Western Territory is not the largest area, the most populous or the most fertile area in the Seven Kingdoms.
But there is no doubt that the western territory is the richest. The western territory is mountainous and the output of gold and silver mines is staggering.
It is even said that Lord Tywin even pooped gold.
The Western Region is so rich that it can naturally hire a large number of troops and weapons and equipment.
Oberyn only brought more than 20,000 people to conquer the West, which was indeed a bit stretched.
However, he actually had an advance estimate of the predicament he was facing, and he knew that this operation would not be easy.
But Oberyn is an optimistic person. He never shows his pessimism on his face. Instead, he always looks unhurried and confident of victory, which makes the officers and soldiers below him full of confidence.
The outcome he was most looking forward to was naturally that the Lannister army in front of him could fight him openly.
This way he would at least have a chance to eat them and severely damage the vitality of the Western Territory.
What Oberyn feared most was actually Duke Tywin's original deployment, which ordered all the Western Army to retreat to the castle, huddle up and defend without counterattack or resistance, and wait for the reinforcements to converge.
In this way, if Oberyn wants to win, the possibility of capturing the West will be greatly reduced.
As Duke Tywin is a seasoned and experienced commander, he naturally understands Oberyn's weaknesses.
He doesn't need to compete with young people like Oberyn to see who has the brighter brain.
He just needs to do his job step by step, be flawless, and wait for Oberyn's weaknesses to be exposed.
"Fuck him!"
Oberyn took a toothbrush and cursed heavily, then put on a sandy yellow coat, opened the tent and walked out.