Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Margery curled her lips in disdain and whispered: "A bunch of cowards."

After saying that, she walked towards Samwell, who was enjoying his meal: "Sir Sam, can you be my dance partner?"

"Huh?" Samwell stood still.

He had received dance education from aristocrats since he was a child, but because he was too fat and weak, he had not practiced it for too long and was already unfamiliar.

What surprised him even more was, why did the "Queen" Miss Margery invite him to dance?

Is it for the so-called intelligence again?

Samwell wanted to refuse, but when he thought about the consequences of rejecting the "Rose of Highgarden", the fat man gave in.

Margaery looked at the obedient Samwell and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

With her slender hands as white as jade, she led the other person into the center of the dance floor.

Samwell suddenly said: "I'm not very good at dancing."

Margery was stunned for a moment, then said helplessly, "It's okay, I will teach you."

After saying that, he began to teach Samwell how to step, how to listen to the rhythm of the music, and how to maintain his posture...

And most importantly, why don’t you step on your own feet!

After the dance, several dark footprints were left on Margery's exquisite glass slippers.

It hurt so much that her toes almost dug a castle out of them.

"Am I too stupid?" Samwell scratched his head in embarrassment.

"It's not bad." Margaery puffed her cheeks, trying to judge whether the other party did it on purpose.

She was thinking, should she call this damn fat man to her bedroom tonight, and then use her methods to extract some important information?

…………

Meanwhile, the Castle Chamber.

The great nobles who disappeared during the banquet gathered here.

"Count Landau and Count Matus have led the front army to set off. Why are we still here? What kind of fortifications are we building?"

Duke Metz was a little annoyed and even more confused when he spoke.

"Count Matus is here to delay the advance of the Domeric army. We stay here to build fortifications to defend against the next enemy offensive..."

Lord Randyll Tarly stroked his short, gray beard.

He is notoriously straightforward, rigid but iron-willed, and shrewd at the same time.

"Defense? Why don't we take the initiative to attack?" "Knight of Flowers" Loras asked.

Other lords and nobles also raised questions...

Even the Countess of Oakheart, who strongly supported Landao, could not figure out Earl Landao's intention for a while.

Renly Baratheon, who had been silent all this time, spoke up: "Lord Randyll, we have the superior military strength, why are we still huddled here building any fortifications?"

Renly was seriously injured and had to be helped to walk, but he did not dare to miss this critical moment.

"Your Majesty, do you believe me?" Earl Landau asked.

"Of course, everyone knows that you are famous for your military command and your many extraordinary achievements. You are also regarded as the best general in Westeros."

Renly praised, but kept complaining in his mind.

Isn't this nonsense?

I don’t believe what you say, but I still give you the command of an army that symbolizes power and the life of your family?

"Since your Majesty trusts me so much, I can only tell the truth." Earl Landau said in a serious tone:

"If we just rashly lead all the troops and start a decisive battle with the Hand of the King, the loser will most likely be us!"

"But we have 6 people! The other party has only half of us."

Loras's tone was a little harsh. He despised any cowardly behavior.

"Yes, the advantage is on our side!"

A lord echoed...

Suddenly there was a lot of discussion in the conference hall.

……

Renly waved his good hand to stop the commotion. He stared at Randyll Tarly and asked in a serious tone:

"Lord Landau, do you really think we will lose?"

"Yes." Earl Landau said solemnly:

“The King’s Hand’s army is far stronger than ours, and even more so himself!

From his previous series of battles with Lord Tywin Lannister, it is not difficult to see:

Domeric Bolton has both the prudence of an old man and the ambition of a young man, not to mention careful calculation..."

Chapter 295: The aggrieved Renly, Turtle Flow

“The Union army was extremely ferocious, and Domeric Bolton had never lost a battle in many wars.

He has established a very high prestige, and his soldiers obey his orders.

So if we fight head-on, the chance of victory is very slim..."

Lord Randyll Tarly's words were like a boulder shot from a trebuchet.

It exploded among the nobles in the river bend and the storm land.

Many nobles were very dissatisfied...

They cursed, argued, and yelled at each other.

"Your Majesty, he is alarmist!"

Duke Mace Tyrell glared, while not forgetting to remind the nobles present that he was the most suitable candidate for commander.

"Earl Landau may be too old to be afraid of wielding a sword on the battlefield."

Some lords agreed.

"I heard that his eldest son has become a night watchman and his second son is still underage. Naturally, Earl Randyll does not dare to fight on the battlefield. If he dies, the Tully family will..."

A knight said.

"Perhaps Earl Landau is afraid of defeat and ruining his hard-earned reputation."

……

Just as a group of people were talking and arguing, the embarrassed Count Matus Rowan strode in.

He rushed straight to Renly Baratheon, his legs weakened, and he lay down:

"Your Majesty, I..."

"Lord Matus, what happened? Aren't you leading the army from the front?"

Renly quickly helped the Earl of Golden Tree City and asked unexpectedly.

Other nobles are also very curious about what happened?

Count Matus said bravely: "Your Majesty, the former soldiers and horses under my command have been defeated by Domeric Bolton..."

"What, Lord Matus, your front army has more than 15000 people!"

"How could it be defeated so quickly?"

"It's only been a few days!"

"There are more than 5000 pigs, and the enemy cannot catch them all in a few days..."

Count Matus opened his mouth, but didn't know how to refute.

"It's not your fault. There are 3 enemy troops, and they outnumber you."

Renly smoothed over the situation and expressed relief in time.

He was popular among the nobility for his handsome appearance, kind manner and charismatic charm.

From Renly's point of view, Lord Matus Rowan of Golden Tree City is his biggest supporter.

Besides, the battle has already been fought, so blaming him will be of no use.

It is better to show your kingly demeanor at the right time and win over a wave of people.

In this regard, Renly is undoubtedly successful.

Seeing this, Count Matus was also greatly moved, and he immediately had a sense of déjà vu: "A scholar will die for his confidant."

But he still told the truth honestly, "Your Majesty, I was actually defeated by the forward army led by Domeric Bolton, and his main force is still in the rear..."

"How many troops are in the enemy's forward?" Earl Landau asked stiffly.

"More than 5000, maybe six thousand, or even a little more..." Count Matus replied weakly.

"What, you have more than 15000 men, and the opponent only has 5000 men. How could they be defeated? Are your men just made of paper?"

The Duke of Mace stared with a dead eye and seized this opportunity to add insult to injury. It was this guy who supported Randyll Tarly in the first place and reduced himself to nothing.

"Could it be that the other party used a conspiracy?"

Countess Oakheart of Ancient Oak City tried to rescue her: "Like magic or witchcraft?"

"It's not..."

Count Matus was on the verge of tears and recounted the scene a few days ago:

"The two sides set up their formations to fight. Somehow, the right wing of our army was penetrated inexplicably. Before I could figure out what happened, the entire army formation began to collapse, and the army was defeated like a mountain..."

The entire conference hall suddenly fell into silence.

The nobles who originally questioned Lord Randyll Tully shut their mouths.

"Your Majesty, the barbarians in the north are not afraid of death, and the cavalry in the valley is the best among the seven countries. It seems that Lord Landao is right. In a head-on battle, we may not be opponents."