The horses' hooves stepped on the soft ground, and behind them there was a row of carriages loaded with goods, and the wheels made a sound as they moved.
They carried the flag of Wangzhong City, a white skull flag with a golden crown on a black background.
The family's coat of arms and the name of the fortress come from the founder of House Manwudi, who killed a king of the Reach there.
This was a batch of supplies shipped to the front line, mainly carrying Dornish wine used to reward soldiers, dried bacon, and some gold and silver.
Due to the long-term high temperature and dryness in Dorne, fresh pork, beef, and mutton cannot be stored for a long time. The only option is to dry it as quickly as possible to remove the moisture and pickle it with salt.
The Wangzhong City of the Manwudi family is very close to the Prince's Pass. Although they are not the "Guardians of the Pass", they have a close relationship with the Fowler family of Tianji City.
This time, Count Franklin Fowler, the 'Guardian of the Pass', made a mistake and violated the laws of the kingdom, and must be severely punished.
The Fowler family is also actively lobbying other Dornish nobles to join. Although the Manwudi family has not explicitly stated that they will join the Fowler family in resisting the king's army, and the risk of raising a rebellion is too high, they still secretly provide the defenders with
provided some material support.
For example, this batch of reward supplies is about to be transported to the rear of Prince's Pass, and the person currently in charge of escorting this batch of supplies is none other than Dickon Manwudi, the second son of Earl Manwudi.
The young nobleman of Dorne is not a knight. Dorne is somewhat incompatible with the rest of Westeros due to historical, cultural and other factors, so there are very few knights in Dorne.
At this moment, Dickon Manwudi was riding a war horse at the front of the team, whistling leisurely, looking very relaxed and without any precautions.
He was wearing a sandy-yellow robe over scale armor, a white turban on his head, a scimitar at his waist, and neatly trimmed beards on his face.
Behind him, protecting and driving the carriage were twenty or thirty soldiers from Wangzhong City. They were also wearing sandy-yellow leather armor with scales sewn on them. They were holding spears in one hand and metal weapons in the other.
of round shield.
The scorching sun above the head was scorching the earth like a fireball. There was not a trace of wind blowing. The weather was extremely hot. All the Dornish soldiers responsible for escorting supplies had been walking for half a day.
Sweat kept falling down.
"Take a rest, Master Dickon."
"The pack horses can't move any further."
One of the Wangzhong City soldiers really had no strength to walk, so he couldn't help but plead to his young master.
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But in exchange, a riding crop hit his body, causing him to stagger and almost fall to the ground.
When Dickon Manwudi, the second son of Wang Zhongcheng, heard the soldier's request, he whipped him without hesitation. The smile on his face disappeared, leaving only a cold expression, and he spoke in a stern tone.
"Hurry up and get on your way!"
"If we can't reach the pass before dark, do you want me to sleep in the wild with you?"
"Yes Yes"
Seeing Master Dickon getting angry, the rest of the Wangzhong City soldiers were exhausted, but they dared not speak out. After all, the other party's father was the earl of Wangzhong City, so they could only brace themselves and grit their teeth and continue on their way.
However, at this moment, a roar suddenly came from above the convoy and from the cliffs on both sides of the Prince's Pass Avenue.
"Kill them!"
Immediately, more than twenty masters from the king's army seemed to fall from the sky. No one knew where they came from, and they rushed towards them with swords in their hands.
"Who are you? What are you doing?"
Dickon Manwudi, the second son of Wangzhongcheng, was horrified when he saw this scene. He grabbed the reins with one hand to control the frightened horse under his crotch, and quickly pulled out the scimitar from his waist.
"Damn it!"
"Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
Then Dickon Manwudi waved the scimitar in his hand and loudly ordered the soldiers under his command.
The Dornish soldiers, without needing to say anything, naturally tightened their weapons in their hands. They protected the side of the carriage, looking at the enemies rushing towards them, their throats rolled slightly, and they swallowed a mouthful of spit.
"kill!"
The next moment, the two sides were fighting in a fierce battle, with the sound of weapons clashing and screams everywhere.
"die!"
The Dornish soldiers in King's Tomb City resisted very bravely, but because they had been traveling in the scorching sun for a long time, their physical strength was severely exhausted, and several of them even suffered from heatstroke.
How could a Dornish soldier in such a state be a match for the warriors carefully selected from the army by Jon Connington?
Therefore, the Dornish soldiers were quickly killed and retreated one after another, until the last Dornish soldier was forced into a desperate situation by Olifa.
"Go to hell!"
He roared and rushed over with a spear in hand. Facing the knight of the Oakheart family, the other party easily dodged his attack, and then stabbed his sword into his throat.
Then the long sword was drawn out, and the body fell to the ground. The savage-faced Reach Knight wiped the blood on the sword blade with the opponent's clothes, put the sword back into its sheath, and looked to the other side.
Here, Dickon Manwudi, the second son of Wangzhong City, seemed to be trying to break out of the encirclement on his horse during the chaotic battle just now.
However, Cullen, a young Dornish boy who was serving as a guide, seized the opportunity to pounce on him, forcefully pulled him off his horse, threw him to the ground, and was captured alive.
"Spare your life!"
"Spare your life!"
"My lords, I surrender, I surrender!"
The turban on Wang Zhongcheng's second son's head had also been knocked off at this moment, and he looked very miserable all over.
Dickon Manwudi cherished his life very much, and after he fell from the horse, he knew that he could not escape, so he simply threw away the scimitar in his hand, raised his hands and knelt on the ground to surrender.
"Pooh"
"coward!"
On the other side, the Knight of the Reach, who saw the ugly appearance of the Dornish nobles, just inserted his sword into the scabbard, then spat in Dickon's direction and mocked.
As the leader of this trip, the other knighted knight of the River Bend with a slightly cold personality calmly sheathed his sword. He looked around, looking at the corpses everywhere, and finally his eyes fell back on Dickon.
On Manwudi's body.
"The coat of arms of Wangzhong City, which Lord Manwudi are you?"
"Dickon, my lord, my name is Dickon."
Dickon knelt on the ground and said hurriedly.
"Oh, it turns out to be Lord Dickon."
"It's okay, don't panic. We only need you to do one thing. As long as you can do it, we will let you go."