Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 68 The Battle of the Abandoned Fishing Village ([-])

Sir Darren Grafson was beginning to regret it.

If he hadn't hesitated because he was stingy with these goods, and had chosen rationally to issue the retreat order immediately, he would only need to leave three to five people behind, which would be enough to cover the retreat of the large army.

The bad terrain here will not only limit himself, but also limit the pursuers in those fishing villages.

But it was just a few minutes of hesitation that made him lose the power to choose. Now more than half of his troops have been caught in a fight. If he retreats now, it means abandoning them.

It's not that Daelon is unwilling to abandon these companions, the key is that Sir Simon, their undercover agent in the Wilder Alliance, mentioned one thing in his letter - Wilder summoned a lot of mercenary cavalry.

None of Wilder's cavalry appeared here, which meant that they must have been deployed to a certain location outside the fishing village, waiting for him to come out after his defeat and escape to beat up the dog in the water.

Daeron would rather fight to the death here and face the mob in front of him than to withdraw with less than half of his men to compete with those elite cavalry.

"Scatter to both sides! Go through the reeds to encircle their rear!" Ser Daeron ordered to the remaining men who had not been involved in the battle.

An inch is long and an inch is strong. When facing an enemy who uses a spear, the frontal battle on the trail is not good for Daeron's side. He needs the morale of Sir Lane Shett being solo killed by the opponent's leader. Destroy the enemy's shield wall before it's irreparable, dragging them into the melee.

As long as there is no mob formation on the opposite side, the situation will soon turn into a one-sided massacre.

Under Sir Daeron's order, more than 10 dismounted cavalry quickly dispersed into the reeds on both sides of the path, then quickly walked forward, and then rushed out from the sides and back of the conscripts.

They only launched an impact, and the formation of the conscripts of the Wilder Alliance collapsed on the spot.

The two sides fought together, which forced the archers in the fishing village to stop shooting.

"As expected of a cavalry soldier, even if he got off his horse, he used outflanking tactics so skillfully." Seeing this scene, Ian, who was hiding on the high point of the fishing village, commented.

"I originally thought they would retreat, so that our cavalry would stop them at the periphery of the trail, thereby dividing and annihilating them." Wilder's mood was much heavier than Ian's.

"I can only say that Sir Daeron is not stupid, and he was not fooled by you. He chose to fight our infantry to the death. This is the best choice." Ian shrugged,

"Quickly order the outer cavalry to dismount and enter the trail, and attack the enemy's rear, or you will lose your army." As he spoke, Ian pointed to the conscripts who had shown signs of defeat.

Wilde nodded, and glanced at the attendant beside him, who immediately understood Sir Wilde's meaning and ran away quickly.

"It's time to attack," Sir Wilder put on his helmet and asked Ian, "Do you want to go together?"

"Under normal circumstances, I don't like to involve myself in dangerous situations." Ian shook his head with a smile.

Wild Sird was not angry because of Ian's refusal, and after greeting a few guards who stayed in the fishing village with him, he drew his sword and rushed out of the fishing village.

On the battlefield, Wilder's side fell into a huge disadvantage. After Daeron's outflanking tactics successfully disintegrated the shield wall of the conscripts, several of Daeron's masters rushed into the conscripts like a herd of sheep.

Among them, the old Sir Shalit killed all directions. He first severely injured Sir Roger, the son of Wilder, in a one-on-one battle, forcing the latter to be carried down, and then killed 6 spears in a row. hand, making the soldiers on Wilder's side tremble when they saw him.

Just as Sir Shalit was swinging his sword to finish off the seventh enemy he had killed today, a half-handed sword blocked Sir Shalit's attack and saved the soldier.

Shalit looked up and found that it was a guy who looked older than himself.

Wilder's conscripts immediately burst into cheers, no doubt Sir Wilder and his guards joining the battlefield gave them a shot in the arm.

"Stand back, the battlefield is not where you should be, old man." Sir Shalit said to Wilder, and then let out a laugh that was as ugly as a drake, "This is what your son just said to me, and now His old father is going to fight himself for his incompetence?"

"You will pay the price for this!" Sir Wilder replied with a dark face. His son's life and death are now uncertain, and he did not expect the other party to use this matter to rub salt on his wounds.

"Come on! Wilder, I have long wanted to experience the power of the guy who can cut off the forearm of Aris wearing Jonnoso's armor!" Shalit approached Wilder as he spoke. , ready to attack it.

However, the speed at which Wilder drew his sword far exceeded Shalit's expectations. Before Shalit could make a move, he saw the tip of the opponent's sword pointing directly at his face.

Shalit could only retreat in a hurry, but Sir Wilde's stabs followed one after another, and Shalit was forced back to the front of the convoy.

Fortunately, another dismounted cavalry attacked Sir Wilde from the side with a sword, forcing him back, and Shalit gained a short respite.

However, just when Shalit was about to give up his plan to single out and call his companions to besiege Wilder, he suddenly heard Daelen's cry for help behind him.

It turned out that Wilder's cavalry deployed on the periphery had all dismounted and entered the path leading to the fishing village, encircling them from behind.

Sir Daeron, who has stayed in the middle of the convoy and has not stepped forward to join the battle, will soon face a large number of enemy siege.

Shalit looked around, trying to find a few people to go back to rescue the young master, but he was soon disappointed, because all their hands were caught in a melee, and they couldn't get out at all.

Seeing that the enemy was less than 30 meters away from the convoy, Sir Daeron also fell into despair.

He had never been a good fighter, and although he was the leader of the gang, he was not as powerful as Sir Aris.

His hobbies are business and sailing. The last time he attended the Chamber of Commerce dinner held by the trade governor Illyrio in Pentos, he happened to hear about the marriage contract between Princess Targaryen and the legendary Horse King, so he took this opportunity to revitalize family thoughts.

He found his best brother, Aris River, who had been a servant of the Grafson family, discussed the matter, and finally decided to plunder the riverland together and use the money he got to form an army Go to Viserys.

I didn't expect that things had already progressed to this point, and I would actually fall here.

"Ser Daeron!"

Suddenly Daeron heard a cry from the reeds beside him.

"who is it?"

"Sir Daeron, come here quickly, my master asked me to save you." The voice from the reed came out again, igniting a glimmer of hope in Daeron's heart.

"Who is your master? Is it Aris?" Daeron asked eagerly.

"It's Sir Aris' younger brother." The other party replied.

"Sir Simon?" Daeron didn't hesitate any longer, and plunged into the reeds.

(End of this chapter)