Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Don’t you have any clues in your heart?

He looked at Loras and Margaery beside him, and they both shook their heads, indicating that they did not recognize the person on the field...

Just as the war situation intensified.

Mrs. Olenna's hands folded in her sleeves suddenly pulled out a cane and hit her son hard on the head.

"Mother, what are you doing?" The Duke of Metz looked aggrieved.

Olenna rolled her eyes, she didn't want to deal with her stupid son.

"The Duke of Metz is commendable for his courage, but fighting requires strategy..."

Renly smoothed things over.

But the implication is that you, the "inflatable fish", are simply a fool. How can you be worthy of the important task of a commander?

Renly still gave the position of commander to Lord Randyll Tarly.

He knows that the more critical a moment is like this, the less likely it is to be chaotic.

The "inflatable fish" was so angry that he almost ran out of the hall.

"Father, drink tea."

Margaery grabbed the irritable Duke of Metz and brought the tea cup to the Duke of Metz's mouth, blocking the "inflatable fish"'s resentment...

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After the meeting, the Duke of Metz couldn't wait to run away. He didn't want to become the laughing stock of everyone.

Renly Baratheon returned to his bedroom to recuperate with the support of "Knight of Flowers" Loras and "Beauty" Brienne.

Commanders Lord Randyll Tarly and Lord Matus Rowan, as well as some military nobles, continued to discuss specific tactical arrangements...

And Margaery supported Lady Olenna and came to the garden of the castle.

She poured her grandmother a cup of scented tea and asked, "Grandma, can we win this war?"

Mrs. Olenna took a sip of scented tea and said calmly: "I am an old woman who cannot go to the battlefield. You should ask Randyll Tully about this."

After saying that, she put down the tea cup and said with a smile: "Yesterday I asked you to extract some information from Samwell Tarly. Did you get any useful information out of it?"

Margery's face turned red when she heard this.

At yesterday's afternoon tea, until she took off all her clothes and paid all her bets... she didn't win against Samwell even once.

To make matters worse, when she woke up drunk, her clothes were back on.

The maid next to her had no idea that she was taking off her clothes.

Who helped her get dressed?

The answer is self-evident.

Margaery checked carefully before and after to make sure that there were no traces of intrusion or intrusion on her. She wondered whether the timid fat man Samwell had any treacherous intentions or courage...

"In the end what happened?"

Seeing her granddaughter's hesitation and hesitation, Mrs. Olenna asked curiously.

Margaery put her smooth face against the back of her grandmother's wrinkled hand, rubbed it gently, and then told what happened yesterday afternoon.

Of course, the "bet" of her taking off her clothes was ignored.

"Toss a coin?" Mrs. Olenna wondered, "You never won once!"

"The fat guy must have used some kind of magic!"

After thinking about it all night, Margaery couldn't figure out the reason for Samwell's victory, so she had to blame it on magic.

Mrs. Olenna couldn't help but hit Margery's little head with her cane:

"When did you become as stupid as your stupid father?"

"Grandma, I..." Margaery pouted and said with some reluctance:

"Actually, we don't need to go to such trouble. That fat man is really timid. As long as he is tortured to extract a confession, he will probably reveal the color of his underwear..."

At this point, Margaery couldn't help but blush again, not only her underwear, she even told what was inside her underwear.

"This is not a wise choice. Samwell Tarly is a noble after all. To torture him is to offend the King's Hand, and secondly to offend Lord Randyll Tarly."

Hearing what her grandmother said, Margaery had no choice but to give up.

Mrs. Olenna gently stroked her granddaughter's cheek, shook her head and sighed:

"Besides, maybe we will need him in the future, if the war develops for the worst..."

"Grandma, are you saying that His Majesty Renly might lose this war? This is impossible!"

Margery said in disbelief.

In her opinion, Kuqiao's army had more than 7000 people, and the King's Hand only brought [-] troops.

Coupled with the fact that Lord Randyll Tarly is a battlefield veteran, they should be sure of victory!

"Margaery, you are still too naive. Nothing is impossible in this world. By the way, have you heard of the Hand of the King, Domeric Bolton?"

"Of course I've heard of it." Margaery nodded.

In the Seven Kingdoms today, who knows the name of Domeric Bolton in the Dreadfort?

Just killing Cersei Lannister made him famous.

What's more, in a series of battles, the Lannister family was tortured to pieces, and even Duke Tywin Lannister was driven back to Casterly Rock.

For a time, it was considered to be extremely powerful!

"It is said that he once led an army of six thousand to march outside the wall, conquered a hundred thousand wildlings, captured King's Landing with only a few thousand men, and easily defeated the mountain men who besieged the Eyrie. At Harrenhal and the Golden Teeth, He beat Lord Tywin to the point of running away... more importantly, he has never been defeated!"

Margery waved her little fists and said excitedly.

Even in a hostile position, "Little Rose" is still a young girl with a heart full of spring.

In addition, her husband, the king, is a "comrade", so he naturally has a good impression of a heroic nobleman like Domeric.

Mrs. Olenna smiled and said: "This is only on the surface. Behind the scenes, the ironware produced in his territory, the Lonely Mountain Ridge, is sold throughout the Seven Kingdoms and as far away as the other side of the Narrow Sea...even with our Tyrell family. Have less business dealings.”

Margaery's eyes widened: "Is there such a thing?"

"Why should I lie to you!" Mrs. Olenna snorted softly and said leisurely:

“I have to say, this Hand of the King is really a powerful character!

While fighting everywhere, he sold his iron tools to the entire continent..."

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There was a hint of spring chill in the wind.

Domeric rode his horse up a low hill, stood up against the wind, and watched the groups of soldiers marching with interest.

The fallen leaves in the forest not far away were blown by the wind and floated in the air.

The yellow-green fallen leaves add a touch of softness to the dark troops with swords and guns.

The torrent of steel, fallen leaves, images of strength and fragility that form a striking contrast, yet naturally merge into one at a time.

"Ka, ka, ka..."

The overall sound of heavy footsteps is relatively neat, like the main theme of a symphony, simple, rough and rhythmic.

It was also mixed with the clang of armor and weapons and the cry of horses, just like a companion song.

Domeric camped in this abandoned castle to rest for a few days, waiting for the military supplies and equipment to be ready, and then continued to march to Bitterbridge.

"Fighter planes" are not something that can be dreamed up just by staying in the camp.

Instead, it uses a series of battles and tentative attacks to seize the opponent's weaknesses.

Like "shooting an arrow".

First shoot an arrow, then check to see if it hits the target, and then constantly adjust the angle and force of the shot...

Finally hit the bullseye!

Logistics officer Wilfield and personal bodyguard Benita followed Domeric.

Two people surrounded him, one on the left and the other on the right.

Somehow, Wilfield and Benita got along well with each other, and last night they even had a dragon and a phoenix, which made Domeric enjoy the blessing of both of them.

Most of the women around Domeric were of noble status or had great personalities, and would rarely tolerate serving him with other women.

Back in Golden Tooth City, Domeric had a bad cold, and Wilfield and Benita only accommodated him a few times, but they never had this opportunity again.

Unexpectedly, this expedition to Kuqiao would lead to unexpected gains...

"Master, my intelligence personnel have counted the troops in Kuqiao. In addition to the additional troops from Gaoting, the current garrison in Kuqiao is about 6 people. There are countless grains, grass and ordnance in the military camp."

Benita reported the latest information.

Domeric nodded. Bitterbridge was Renly's base camp, so it was natural that there would be more people and more supplies.

"Duomi, our number is only half of the other party's, and our food and grass supplies must always rely on the supply line on Rose Avenue..."

Wilfield reminded him at the right time.

This means that Domilik is not only inferior to the Kuqiao coalition in terms of military strength, but the supply line in the rear is also at risk of being cut off by the enemy at any time.

Domeric was wearing ink-colored armor, with a long cloak flying behind him, and on it was the Bolton family's foundation peeler, and he looked quite majestic.

He smiled and said: "It's not that the more people and the fuller the food, the better the victory!"

At this time, trumpets sounded and war drums thundered.

"Let's go to victory!"

Domeric stirred up his war horses and led the troops behind him in a mighty gallop.

The spears were raised high and the flags fluttered.

Perhaps the more confident a man is, the more attractive he is to women.

Seeing their man's confident demeanor, Wilfield and Benita looked intoxicated.

"Miss Benita, please let me go first this time." Wilfield galloped.