Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

"Don't worry, I guarantee they will make the best use of your equipment." Tyrion replied.

The meeting ends soon.

Tyrion walked out of the castle hall on his short legs.

Naturally, he would not just follow Tywin's orders and really lead that rabble to attack the enemy camp.

That's no different than sending yourself to death!

Tyrion has a plan in mind, but if he wants this plan to be executed smoothly, he needs some capable helpers.

But now there is only one squire, Podrick, who is still a big boy, and Tyrion can't imagine him wielding a sword.

Tyrion needs more men!

And he is astute enough to be willing to follow his orders and be more willing to be loyal to him personally than to the Lannister family.

So he came to the camp where the reserve team was located.

It is said to be a camp, but in fact it is more like a refugee camp. There is everyone here.

Thieves, liars, prostitutes, grooms, farmers... But there are quite a few, almost thousands of them, and they can be considered a considerable force.

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As a mercenary with a lowly origin, Bronn has not been happy in the past six months.

He wandered in Casterly Rock in the West, just as Lord Tywin Lannister set out to conquer the Riverlands.

Bronn joined the Lannister army with great joy, thinking that he might be able to follow the famous "Lion of the West" and make a lot of money in the war... and even be canonized as a knight!

He knew that he had a bad background and could not rely on his family to become a knight. He could only wait for opportunities to make military exploits in wars and accept the canonization of superiors.

Unexpectedly, since the "Battle of Harrenhal", the Lannister army has been defeated again and again. Let alone making money and meritorious service, it is not easy to even save one's life.

This feels like being stabbed in the butthole by the sons of bitches of the gods from an unexpected angle during a good time...

Bronn felt miserable.

Once this person becomes unlucky, he will continue to be unlucky!

No, half a month ago, because I offended a Lannister knight, I was driven from Lord Tywin's team to a "reserve team" composed of a group of refugees...

While Bronn gnawed on a snatched pork chop, cursing the bastard gods.

A short figure and an attendant strode over here.

Bronn recognized the person at a glance, the noble second son of the Lannister family, Tyrion Lannister, known as the "little devil".

Tyrion went straight to a rock and climbed on it.

This makes his small frame look taller.

Although it is of little use to a dwarf, it at least makes him look as tall as an ordinary person.

"Everyone, come here quickly, I have something important to announce to you!"

When the crowd gathered, Tyrion spoke again:

"My father, Lord Tywin, has given me a difficult task.

Are there any of you who are willing to take risks and don’t care about life or death?

I can guarantee that as long as you perform meritorious service on the battlefield, you can even be canonized as a knight! "

Tyrion's voice was bewitching.

This is not entirely a lie!

If his plan really succeeds, he will never be stingy about banning a few knights.

"Wha...what? Knight?"

A tavern boy said in surprise.

He is a simple-minded fat man with short hair and a pig face.

"Gods above!"

"my God……"

"Am I dreaming!"

This group of low-level civilians started talking one after another, and some even imagined their life after becoming a knight...

Bronn's heart also jumped, as if he couldn't believe it.

He subconsciously felt that this task was definitely not that simple, but the temptation to become a knight was too great.

Bronn couldn't help but said, "Sir, you might as well tell me what the mission is."

Finally someone asked a question!

Tyrion thought these fools would always be immersed in their own fantasies.

He smiled slightly: "You all know that my father, Lord Tywin, gave me a task to attack the enemy camp outside the city at night...

Think about it, the enemy is sleeping, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

We rush over at this time, raise the knife and drop it, and the mission is completed! "

Tyrion continued: "My father, Lord Tywin, promised that as long as I can successfully complete the task, he will hold a canonization ceremony for me and give me a fiefdom around Lannisport.

Grant me a title, Viscount or Baron,

But he must be a noble!

When the time comes, I will naturally grant the manor in the territory to the knights who are loyal to me. Unfortunately, I only have one attendant under my command now.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

As long as you are loyal to me now, you will have the title of knight and a manor of your own in the future..."

"Is there really such a thing as pie in the sky?" a groom asked in disbelief.

"Anyway, I have no wife and no children, so I might as well join this mission and maybe become a knight." The cook said with a smile.

"That's right, once you become a knight, you won't have to farm anymore in your life!"

An honest farmer agreed.

Others also chimed in to help.

Tyrion didn't know if it was his reputation that played a role, or if it was because these guys were just too easy to fool, so he was convinced with just a few words.

Damn it, it was even stupider than he thought!

But right now these are the only people he has available.

Tyrion felt helpless.

…………

Bronn, who has always had bad luck, feels that an opportunity has come.

Bronn experienced many ups and downs in his childhood. He killed someone before he was 12 years old, and he understood one truth:

Huge risks always come with huge benefits.

"Dear Sir, if you need help, I am willing to serve you... You are so..."

Bronn bowed quickly, but did not say the compliment.

Bronn didn't mean to look down on the "little devil", but he felt that he was really as ugly as the rumors said. His legs were short and deformed, his head was disproportionately large, and his appearance was extremely ugly.

He can't unconscionably praise the other person for being tall, mighty, handsome, right~~

Even if Bronn really said this with a serious face, people would think he was mocking him, which was counterproductive.

"Yeah." Tyrion glanced at the mercenary.

He is as thin as a bone and as strong as a bone. He has black eyes, black hair, and a short beard, giving him a lean and fierce appearance like a hungry wolf.

It's not a good one at first glance!

But right now he just needs someone like this.

"What do you call that... come on, I have an impression of you."

Tyrion did have some impression of this mercenary. He had seen his skills with his own eyes. He was as agile as a cheetah, and the ugly sword on his body seemed to be integrated with his arm.

"My lord, my name is Bronn, and I am a mercenary."

"Very good, I really need a good hand like you!"

Tyrion accepted Bronn as his squire on the spot and incorporated him into his guard, letting him maintain order on the field with a long sword.

"Anyone else want to join?

This mission is very risky, but the rewards are definitely worth it. Isn't the title of a knight worth risking your lives for? "

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Soon, Tyrion gathered a team of more than 500 people from this "reserve team". These people were cannon fodder to complete the "camp raiding mission" assigned by Tywin.

In addition, he also carefully selected a guard of 30 people.

These talents are the core strength for Tyrion to complete his "plan".

The mercenary named "Bronn" was appointed by Tyrion as the captain of the guard.

The remaining 29 members:

There are three tavern clerks, one of whom is a pretty good swordsman and is said to have often attacked the knights in the manor.

The grooms, cooks, and household chores are not so good. They are not war material at first glance.

But at any rate, he has all his hands and feet, and looks like a tall and powerful man.

There is also a bard.

He kept playing the harp to Tyrion, with a sweet high voice, trying hard to rhyme "little devil" with "dwarf", "Lannister", "lion", etc., so as to Tyrion writes a song and sings it.

What is left is a group of peasants who have no idea what they are going to do...

Tyrion made special efforts to remember their names.

There was a drumbeat in his heart: