Four hundred and ninetieth chapters cheating defeat counterattack
After waking up during the day, the Lannister army slowly dismantled their camps and began to retreat slowly.
The Targaryen army seemed to suspect that the other party was playing tricks and did not rush to pursue them. Instead, they quietly watched from behind for a while. When they realized that the other party was really about to retreat, they hurriedly chased after them to prevent the other party from actually escaping.
However, Oberyn's pursuit actually fell into the opponent's trap. The edge of the Red Lake was surrounded by a vast forest. This was the place where the children of the forest once fought against humans.
"It's now!"
"Kill these invaders!"
The Targaryen army strayed into the encirclement of the Lannister family while being pursued. The Lannister army suddenly turned around, and there were shouts of killing from all directions.
Then the two sides experienced a fierce fight in the forest, and the Targaryen army was beaten to the point of scurrying away, all the way back to the edge of the Red Lake.
"escape!"
"Run away!"
They even lost their own camp, which was burned down by the Lannister army. They became homeless dogs and fled far away in one breath.
After chasing for a while, the Lannister army retreated because they couldn't catch up.
The Lannister army achieved its first victory since the war at the Twins.
The great Ser Stafford Lannister planned the future and led the soldiers of the West to defeat the famous Prince of Dorne.
After a day of fierce fighting, the Targaryen army had fled without a trace, and night gradually fell.
In the Lannister barracks.
"Come!"
"Toast together!"
"Congratulations to General Stafford Lannister!"
A knight with the coat of arms of the Pine family on his chest stood up first, held up his wine glass and called on everyone to toast to Stave.
"For Lord Stafford!"
The atmosphere at the dinner was warm, and the other knights and nobles of the Western Region raised their glasses one after another.
There was only one knight with half of his face covered with burn marks, who seemed to have a weird temperament. He didn't care about the dinner. Although he also raised his glass, he drank it down in one gulp.
The Lannister army repulsed the Targaryen army, sending them fleeing, and they naturally returned to the once-abandoned camp.
Nowadays, the Lannister military camp is filled with the sounds of celebration. Wine is even opened and a banquet is held to celebrate the victory of this war.
Except for the "Hound" Sandor Gregor, the other nobles and knights in the army sat in a group and raised their wine glasses to toast Ser Stafford Lannister, who led everyone to victory.
The obese Sir Stafford had a rosy complexion at the moment, his eyes were blurred, and he was obviously a little wandering.
"calm!"
"Staffer, calm down!"
Although he has been telling himself in his heart that he should calm down at this time, after all, the war is not over yet, and Oberyn is not an easy person to deal with, so he still needs to be cautious in the future.
But this hearty and real victory, as well as the intense praise after the war, still made him a little unable to control himself.
He defeated the famous Oberyn, and the Targaryen army was not as invincible as it seemed.
And he, Stafford, seems to have risen to the ranks of outstanding commanders such as his cousin Tywin Lannister, Randyll Tarly, King Robert, etc. after this battle.
"Hahaha, everyone...you all have won the prize."
"A little achievement is not worth mentioning."
Stafford was wearing the black and gold armor of House Lannister. He untied some of the belts on the armor to reveal the inner lining.
He placed his long sword on the edge of the chair next to him, and his whole body was full of alcohol. He stood up with the wine glass in his hand and drank it down in one gulp, which once again received cheers from the audience.
"snort--"
Only Sandor Gregg held a leg of lamb in his hand and bit off a piece of meat. He snorted disdainfully, but he didn't make much movement. He just drank the strong wine in the glass and drank.
Chewing heavily to himself.
According to Stafford's judgment, the Targaryen army should not make a comeback in a short time after this setback.
After all, their camps have been burned down.
In fact, this is what reassures the Lannister army commander the most, and he therefore promised that the nobles and knights under his command can hold a banquet to celebrate tonight.
Because according to the customs of fighting between the two armies and the most basic common sense of commanding soldiers, no matter where the war progresses, the camp must be set up first.
The military camp is the foundation of an army. How can we march and fight without a home?
Otherwise, there will be no place to store materials and supplies, soldiers will not be able to rest peacefully, and they will not be able to cook rice, and morale will inevitably collapse.
The Targaryen army had no castle or town nearby, and the camp was burned down by the Lannister army when they were routed thousands of miles away, including a large amount of supplies in the camp.
Therefore, for the Targaryen army, there are only two choices tonight, either to retreat far away and seize the time to build a new camp, or to simply retreat and wait until the subsequent supplies transported from King's Landing and the Riverlands arrive.
Attack the Western Region again.
But there may not be just these armies at that time, maybe Oberyn will choose to go to King's Landing to shake people, and even ask the newly crowned Viserys to send the legendary dragon to help in the battle.
Steve had seen a giant dragon, and it left a deep impression on him.
But their cousin Tywin cheered them on, telling everyone that the Western Territory was very mountainous, and that it was impossible to conquer the Western Territory just by relying on dragons flying around in the sky, just like the Conqueror had hit walls when he attacked Dorne.
As long as they can secure all the passages into the Western Territory... in the future...
Stafford was so drunk that he felt dizzy and even lay down on the table to take a nap. Except for a few people such as Sandor, most of the nobles at the banquet were drunk.
At this moment, outside the Lannister barracks.
The horses' hooves were wrapped in cloth, and all the soldiers held branches in their mouths to prevent any noise. The Targaryen army returned to the outside of the Lannister camp without anyone noticing.
"grown ups?"
One of the guards turned to look at Oberyn.
The Prince of Dorne, who had retreated during the day, was now wearing armor and looking energetic. His eyes were coldly looking at the brightly lit military camp in front of him, especially the golden lion flag hanging high, and he clenched his fists tightly.
He only has more than 20,000 people. Facing the Western Army with more soldiers and better weapons and equipment, he cannot allow any mistakes.
But it was such a difficult challenge that made Oberyn excited.
"Kill them all!"
Then with an order, the trumpet sound suddenly sounded.
"kill!"
Roars sounded like thunder outside the Lannister military camp, and countless Targaryen troops poured in from all directions like a torrent.