Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The beach has never been so crowded. Roland Storm struggled to push his upper body out, and the gauntlet suddenly grabbed the cape of the Valley Cavalry. The palm of his hand seemed to be embedded with iron bars. The cavalry only felt that his back was pulled by a huge force, and his body His center of gravity was no longer under his control and he fell backwards.

"Bang!" The hammer hit the cavalryman's face, and the flesh and blood sank deeply into it.

Before he could pick up the hammer again, another cavalry passed by. The huge body of the war horse instantly jumped the bastard of Night Song City into the air and knocked him several meters away.

Burning pain suddenly surged out from all the muscles and bones in his body. Roland Storm felt his head was dizzy and blood was dripping around his mouth.

The Dragonstone fleet finally played its role. Oiled and flaming arrows kept shooting from the sea to the beach. The transport ship sent in time docked at the shore. The defeated Stormland soldiers were crowded by the valley people on the shore. Holding their backs, the mixed crowd just stood there, unable to move a step despite the noise.

The blue and white flag soon looked like a devil walking in the night in the eyes of the knights, squires and even mercenary levies in the Stormlands, constantly approaching, seeping the fear of death into their own minds, and never annihilating them.

The bastard choked with blood, "Find your own formation, form a shield wall at the rear, and cover the evacuation."

The soldiers brought by Roland Storm from Nightsong City and other castles in the Dorne Frontier were not frightened by these scenes. They quickly gathered together, holding the Stormland standard shields high and stacking them in layers. The sword and spear were placed in the gap in the shield wall and thrust outward.

"Boom boom boom!" The sharp weapon collided with the shield. The bastard from Nightsong City stood in the center of the queue, directing the knights from the Dorne Frontier to move out.

Suddenly, dozens of cavalrymen who had carelessly crossed into the ranks of the Stormland army were dragged to the ground and turned into meat.

"Long live King Stannis!"

The formation of knights in Dorne March moved outward, shouting loudly with every step forward.

As they shouted loudly, the troops behind them gradually suppressed their inner panic and began to follow order and flee towards the transport ships and fleet ships.

Harold Hutton loosened the string that tied the arm armor and watched coldly as the Stormland army quickly reorganized from the original rout to the present.

He raised his spear, and the crescent falcon flag tied to the tip of the spear changed its swing and swayed in the air.

The cavalry immediately retreated, put away their swords and spears, picked up crossbows and longbows, quickly set up their arrows, and shot at the Stormland army that had just organized a defense line.

People continued to fall behind the shield wall, but the Stormland army still retreated in an orderly manner until only corpses and injured and wailing infantry were left on the beach.

"Take the prisoners, they are already trapped animals, don't entangle them." Harold Hutton looked at the enemy who was about to put up a stubborn resistance, twisted the reins, and ran towards the north.

…

Bronn was almost swallowing the wine, making it look like he was eating flesh rather than drinking.

Tyrion's squire Podrick helped remove Bronn's cloth armor and hurriedly untied the ropes, sweating profusely.

"Brother...Lord Bronn, if you calm down and move less, the armor can be removed faster..."

Bronn threw away the squire's hand impatiently, and grabbed the hem of the cloth armor with his palm. The binding rope suddenly loosened or broke, and the cloth armor was pulled off at once, leaving Podrick staring blankly at him. expression.

"Don't call me my lord, where is your lord?" Bronn spat, and there was obviously blood in it. Podrick didn't dare to ask whose blood it was, but he concluded that it didn't come from Bronn.

"who?"

Bronn spat again, obviously a little impatient. He knocked Podrick's forehead hard with the cloth gloves he took off, "Your Lord Tyrion Lannister, you idiot!"

"He took a team of gold robes to search for Lord Varys..." Podrick said to Bronn, recalling Tyrion's previous soliloquy.

"Spider?" Bronn then realized that Varys seemed to be invisible throughout the whole process, and he didn't even arrange a gold-robed guard for King's Landing's intelligence chief.

"Why is the imp looking for spiders?" Bronn asked, staring at Podrick.

Podrick stood there in a daze, "Maybe..." He hesitated, not knowing what to say, "Maybe it has something to do with the wildfire, Lord Tyrion always mentioned this..."

Bronn swallowed the wine again and sighed happily. He stuffed the wine bag into Podrick's arms, "No matter what the lord you serve wants to do, it is not safe to lead only a team of gold robes in King's Landing. Follow me, in the direction Tyrion left."

Podrick took the wine bag, "Is Lord Tyrion in danger? This is my dereliction of duty!" the squire almost screamed.

He is still a little boy after all, Bronn thought disdainfully, laughing inwardly, "A mercenary's intuition is always very accurate, especially when the people around him are abnormal."

Bronn tapped Podrick on the head with his finger, "You should always follow Tyrion and never leave."

…

Attis Arryn calmed the restless war horse, took a long breath, and looked at King's Landing hidden in the dark night. The sounds of war horns, howls, and fighting gradually faded away.

"Duke Attis!" Anda Royce pulled the reins and ran to Attis, "Stannis's army was basically expelled and annihilated, and a large number of defeated soldiers became our prisoners."

There was no sadness or joy in Royce's eldest son's words. After experiencing so many wars with him, he was no longer as reckless and irritable as before when facing the casualties of the enemy and ourselves.

Attis looked at Weimar, who was quietly watching the night scene of King's Landing from a distance. There was no ripple on the latter's face, and there was only calmness in his eyes.

He retracted his thoughts and looked at King's Landing, which was gradually shrouded in the tranquility of the night, where fighting and tyranny were gradually moving away. He hesitated for a moment until he saw the embers left by the burning of the old city gate by the green wildfire.

Attis' eyes became solemn and frowned, "King's Landing is not safe. Send scouts to search for deserters outside the city and retreat ten miles to set up camp."

"Yes!"

Even the Earl of Corbray and other Vale nobles who followed him had no doubts about Attis's order now.

In the middle of the night, King's Landing did not wait for his heroic army to enter the city, and Joffrey did not wait for his beloved brother-in-law. The Vale cavalry turned silently, and the spacious King's Road was once again filled with crescent falcons and various flags of the Vale.

...

Tyrion kicked the gravel on the ground in vain, "Where is Varys?" He cursed in his heart. The Red Castle was almost searched, but no spider was found. Could it be that this eunuch had mixed into the crowd of knights and fought for the country?

The anxious mood came from his uneasy thoughts. This uneasiness was growing. Once it came true... Tyrion tried not to think about the consequences.

The golden cloak followed his pace and was obviously deliberately slowing down. Tyrion felt a little sorry in his heart. The dwarf's small body really couldn't take big steps, even if he tried his best to walk faster.

The house where Varys lived was not far away. There was still a trace of candlelight in the window. Tyrion breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to the golden cloak behind him.

The golden cloak walked forward and kicked the door open.

No one responded in the house. Tyrion raised the torch and walked in.

"No one..." Tyrion frowned slightly. The candlelight was almost burned out. He approached the wooden table and the pungent smell suddenly came over.

Damn it! The little devil thought it was not good, but his body suddenly went limp.

He had seen this kind of drug in the book. It would not kill people, but at least it could make people lose the ability to move their limbs.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The sound of crossbows! Tyrion thought it was not good.

"Long live King Robert!" The voices were in unison.

The golden robes rushed to meet the enemy, swords clashed, and the sound of fighting and wailing continued.

Damn it! Tyrion's eyes gradually turned white, and a sense of fainting surged to his forehead.

The dwarf took advantage of the last bit of consciousness and reached out to knock the candle to the ground.

The sound of fighting gradually disappeared, and the shadows swayed in front of him.

I hope it's not the refugees who are starving... Tyrion thought to himself.

"Lord Tyrion!" Podrick's voice.

The figures of the squire and Bronn appeared in the field of vision and gradually blurred.