Game of Thrones: From Lord Elden to Young Wolf

Chapter 57 I still remember correctly

Old Weasel is actually a smart man. He has a keen sense of smell in politics, and he immediately smelled something different from Robb's words.

The murderous wolf cavalry around him also reminded him all the time.

This Your Majesty, who had just finished fighting, killing and skinning people, did not just come to discuss marriage with me!

Who would marry and bring so many knights with bloodstains on their bodies?

After Robb finished speaking, he ignored the old weasel and began to seriously choose a wife for his uncle.

The old Marquis Frey dragged his old body and followed behind Robb.

Robb waited for a while, and finally heard the old weasel's words of enlightenment: "Hey, Your Majesty, I just did the math again, and I am indeed over a hundred years old! The older you get, the less useful you are. I can’t even remember my own age.”

Robb turned around slowly, admiring the expression on the old weasel's face, which he found a little funny.

"So, I didn't remember it wrong?"

There was nothing strange on the old weasel's face: "I am an old fool. Look at me like this. I still want to lead troops to fight. It's really funny. Your Majesty is laughing at it."

Robb had a troubled expression on his face: "Old Marquis, you are an old man who has gone through several battles. Without your help, it will be very difficult for me to do it."

The old weasel hurriedly borrowed Poxia's donkey and said, "Your Majesty, you are really flattering me, but I can no longer ride a horse at my age. But my sons are still in their prime, and they can serve you for me."

Robb quickly refused: "This can't be done! After all, your sons are not real marquises yet. Even if he can command the troops in Luanhe City, he can't do it as easily as the old marquis."

The old weasel was about to explode with anger. Why wasn't this damn little wolf still satisfied? What does he want? !

After a moment of silence, the old weasel finally spoke with difficulty: "Your Majesty, I am too old. I heard that the old Duke of Riverrun is seriously ill in bed, and Lord Edmure is now managing the affairs of Riverrun.

The situation between the old Duke and I is almost the same. My son Steve Lun is barely brave and good at fighting, and he still has some experience on the battlefield. I am also prepared to gradually hand over some things in Luanhe City to him. "

Steveron Frey stood behind Robb, with an incredible expression on his face: "Father, I don't know much about this. If you leave it to me so rashly, I'm afraid..."

"It's okay, I will teach you slowly..."

Robb coughed: "Ser Stevron, how could you do this?"

"Your Majesty, I..."

"Your father is in poor health and needs you to share the burden. How can you ignore your responsibilities and obligations like this?"

Steve Lun looked guilty and realized his mistake: "Yes, Your Majesty said that I didn't think carefully."

Robb was very satisfied with Steveron's attitude of admitting his mistake: "In this case, you should immediately help your father share the pressure and put up notices in the city immediately. Call the grand maester from Luanhe City over and learn everything you need to know. Understand clearly, don’t be lazy and chill your father’s heart.”

"You have to help share the affairs of Luanhe City, especially the taxation of the villages below and the management of the four thousand soldiers in the city. These are all things that take a lot of time and effort. Don't let your father worry about these things anymore."

Steve Lun looked upright: "Yes, Your Majesty! I will definitely help my father manage Luanhe City and let my father take a good rest."

As soon as the two sang and harmonized, the matter was basically settled.

The master of Luanhe City on the side, Old Weasel, was dumbfounded as he watched everything develop in a direction beyond his control, but he was powerless.

He couldn't get a word in.

When everything was almost explained, Robb was too lazy to say anything more and pointed at the most beautiful Frey woman.

"That's it. I think Uncle Edmure will like it."

"I will be living in Luanhe City these days. Sir Steveron, you will report to me after you have taken care of everything. Little Jon, take someone to clean out the bedroom of old Weasel...old Marquis Frey. , I can’t let him have no place to sleep if I sleep in his room.”

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

Steveron and the Wolf Cavalry men immediately became busy, and no one paid attention to Marquis Walder Frey who was still standing in the center of the living room.

After everyone had left, Marquis Frey was still standing there blankly, his face was extremely gloomy, and no one knew what he was thinking.

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Just when Robb led his men to station in Luanhe City and prepared to recruit 4,000 people in Luanhe City, Theon Greyjoy was meeting with his father.

The smoke-filled halls of Pike City, Iron Islands.

Theon's father, Lord Balon of the Iron Islands, sat on the Seastone Seat.

There are many islands in the Iron Islands, and each island has its owner, just like the vassals below the North. They are all chiefs and captains under Lord Balon.

At this time they also gathered together.

Three burly men performed a finger dance. A series of short-handled axes were thrown back and forth between the three people. This dance got its name from the fact that fingers could be cut off at any time.

On the left of King Balon are his two brothers, and on the right is his daughter Asha.

Xion, wearing simple clothes, came to Asha and said in a stiff tone: "You took my seat."

Asha looked at him innocently: "Brother, you must be mistaken. Your seat is in Winterfell. Oh, where are your beautiful clothes? I heard that you like to dress yourself with silk down? "

Asha wanted to tease Theon when he first arrived in the Iron Islands, but Theon learned to control himself during his time with the Wolf Riders.

Theon looked into her eyes: "According to the law, I was born a prince. Now, leave my seat."

"According to the laws of the Green Land, that may be right. But here, we have our own rules. Have you forgotten?"

Theon glanced at his father and saw that he had no intention of intervening, and he also knew his attitude.

He was a little angry in his heart.

He had been away from the Iron Islands for more than ten years, but he got such an attitude in return.

Theon grabbed Asha's hair fiercely, with a fierce expression on his face: "Damn bitch, I still like you when you were nine years old, but now you seem to be a little disrespectful."

Asha was caught off guard. She didn't expect Theon to be so bold and dare to attack her in front of so many people.

She roared angrily and took out a dagger from her chest, wanting to teach her brother, whom she hadn't seen for more than ten years, a lesson.

Theon had been the first to attack, and he held down her arm to prevent her from taking out her weapon, and then he pulled back the hand that was holding her hair, causing Asha to lose balance.

In his career as a wolf rider, Theon did not change his character, but he understood that he should not be soft-hearted when dealing with the enemy.

He raised his fist and wanted to hit his sister hard in the face, and announced to the people of the Iron Islands that your prince is me!

"Enough!"

King Balon, who had been watching the show, finally spoke up to stop the farce.

Robb's military class: Why to avoid decisive battles (this class took place on the way from Stonehedge City to Luanhe City, and there were five centurions in the class)

Sun Tzu's Art of War: Annihilation Theory

A large army requires a large command system.

So if you want to annihilate the enemy, there is not only one way to surround the enemy and kill them, but you can use various means to disperse the enemy and make it impossible for them to cooperate in movement, and then you can achieve your goal.

We can defeat the enemy one by one before they gather, decapitation operations, sneak attacks, etc.

If you get into a decisive battle, it will be a gamble. All other possibilities will disappear and there will be too much uncertainty.

A decisive battle is a killing contest. Even if you have a huge advantage, there may be unexpected emergencies. Morale, weather, reinforcements and other factors are all uncontrollable.

Therefore, avoiding a decisive battle means eliminating the enemy's ability to launch a decisive battle in advance and not giving the enemy a chance to exert its strength.

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