The battlefield at the Battle of Bitterbridge was filled with chaos.
The army under the eldest prince looked like an elite and well-trained army, and launched a fierce attack on the combined forces of the Riverlands and Stormlands.
Although the soldiers under the command of the second prince Aemon also have elite soldiers, not all of them are farmers, but the difference in the number of elite soldiers is relatively large.
Now that we have experienced a fierce battle for most of the day, the outcome on the battlefield has gradually become clear.
The army commanded by Oberyn gained the upper hand, while the enemy on the other side was in obvious defeat, with desertions and command failures beginning to appear.
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The war was lost.
The high-ranking big shots calmly withdrew from the battlefield and escaped in advance under the protection of many soldiers.
Most of the ordinary soldiers who stayed behind became cannon fodder. His Royal Highness the Second Prince recruited many civilians, so he had a number that was roughly on par with the First Prince's army.
But at this time, these cannon fodder came in handy, and the battle line began to collapse. Everyone fled in all directions to attract and distract the pursuers, and cover the evacuation of the main force.
Today's battlefield is full of chaos, shouts of killing, screams one after another, and the air is filled with burning and the strong smell of blood.
Everyone's eyes were red with blood. Even though their enemies had knelt down and begged for mercy, they still grinned and chopped off their heads to receive the reward.
Naturally, Old Egg, who was located in the civilian camp in the rear after losing the war, was not immune.
He was wearing a worn-out coarse cloth shirt, with his sleeves rolled up to reveal his thick, hairy forearms, and he was holding a sword he picked up from who knows where.
There were still blood stains and several clear collision marks on this sword. It was obvious that the previous owner of this sword had experienced a fierce battle, but now he had completely collapsed.
"There are still a few fish that slipped through the net!"
However, at this moment, several fierce-looking imperial soldiers saw a group of civilians led by this old man, and then rushed towards them with a ferocious smile.
The empire's military system is based on merit, and the more people kill, the more credit they get. Although this increases the abuse and killing of prisoners of war to a certain extent, it does encourage soldiers to fight bravely.
But now that several lone civilian husbands have been caught by them, this is simply a living achievement.
However, these imperial soldiers rushed forward, and the young people following Old Egg were frightened, their hands and feet were a little numb, and they were holding the axes and wooden clubs in their hands, not knowing how to fight back.
But when Old Egg saw the enemy rushing forward, he showed no fear at all. He also rushed forward with a long sword in hand.
Dangdang——
Then the swords collided violently, and these soldiers somewhat underestimated the enemy. They did not expect that this old man was so old and strong, but he was chopped down to the ground by the old man three times.
Kill with blood.
Old Iger's once kind cheek showed a ferocious expression like a hungry wolf, as if he had found the shadow of his youth.
After that, Old Egg hid all the way here and there, and finally led the young people in his village to escape from the chaotic battlefield.
They fled into a nearby forest in one breath and then stopped.
"Ege...Uncle Ege...how are you?"
Everyone fled into the woods, some of them panting. Old Iger, who was no longer as old as he was when he was young, was holding on to a big tree and panting heavily.
The group of boys he led were all frightened by his appearance at this moment. They looked at each other and asked in uneasy voices.
"By the gods of shit..."
However, before they could finish their words, they were interrupted by Old Egg directly raising the long sword that had been cut off with only a hilt left in his hand.
"Stop calling me Egg!"
"Ege, Ige, do I look so much like an egg?"
"After thirty years, I'm tired of hearing this name..."
Old Egg, whose gray hair was stained with blood, turned his head slightly and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"My name is Bronn."
"Remember not to call me wrong again in the future."
His fierce eyes did not look as friendly as before. With his gray hair, black eyes, and messy beard, he looked exactly like a hungry wolf. The people in front of him were so frightened that they looked at each other and did not dare to speak.
Bronn's true nature is actually that of a mercenary who has no moral loyalty at all and is completely guided by self-interest.
However, a person like Bronn unexpectedly embarked on such a path by accident. He struggled and worked hard for half his life but achieved nothing. He was even arrested and made a civilian husband in his later years.
But this is actually the truest portrayal of the lack of noble blood and lack of suitable opportunities in this era.
"Then...what should we do next?"
"Uncle Bronn..."
But at this moment, one of the braver ones among the young people who escaped gritted his teeth and stood up and asked.
"Now that you've made it this far, you should be able to return to your hometown."
Bronn, who had pulled off a pair of boots from a corpse and was trying on his feet, paused slightly when he heard his words, and then spoke.
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
"I decided to give it another try."
"Those who are willing to leave can leave now. I hope you won't get lost, and those who want to make meritorious deeds can stay with me."
Experiencing a war personally rekindled Bronn's passion in his youth, and he had a premonition that this would be his last chance to make a comeback in his remaining life.
If he fails to catch it, he will regret it for the rest of his life.
Anyway, the most you can do is die.
He has done many evil things in his life, and he would have died long ago, but it is a pity that no one accepts him, which means that the gods still have things for him to do.
As soon as Bronn said this, everyone present looked at each other.
But most of the people have been frightened by the brutality on the battlefield during the day, and now they just want to escape far away. After all, many of them are honest farmers, and living and working in peace and contentment is what they want most.
So most people chose to leave and embark on the road back home.
However, what surprised Bronn was that several young boys decided to follow him.
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, uncle!"
They had all opened their eyes and witnessed the big scene. The princes and nobles rode on tall horses and commanded the army to fight. Thousands of troops and horses rolled into action at the sound of an order.
Therefore, they also want to change their destiny, and do not want to farm the same land as their ancestors for a lifetime.
"Now that you've made your decision, don't regret it."
When Bronn looked at these young men with firm eyes, he seemed to see his own shadow.
Then he shook his head and sneered disdainfully, not sure whether he was mocking them or himself.
Then the group of people who had difficulty escaping went their separate ways.
Most people chose to flee back to their hometown, while a small number of people followed Bronn to chase the defeated second prince's army and decided to take a big gamble.