CHAPTER 40 Hill Tribes and War

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And of course, with the healing chamber they are stuck in their prime once they achieve it they won't age any longer.

The general thinking is that ageing is due to the build up of damage within a person's body over time. Remember the phrase dying of old age?

Well, these days, we can get more specific

because older people mostly die as the result of diseases, things like cancer or heart disease

and ageing makes you more vulnerable. Every eight years, your chances of dying from disease roughly double.

One way to tackle aging is to prevent or inhibit senescence. That's when our cells stop growing and replicating and kind of become zombie cells.

When you're young, your immune system clears them out easily but as we age. - The number of senescence cells increases and our immune system, its function decreases.

So you get this tipping point where you start having too many senescence cells, not enough functional immune cells. - These senescence cells bombard nearby cells, releasing chemicals that break down connective tissue and trigger inflammation, which is the root cause of many age-related diseases, like cancer, Alzheimer's, and heart disease.

But because of Drake's encashments the magical energy rich food and daily visiting healing chamber. They are effectively immortal. And it doesn't need to be said that he also created a healing chamber in his for his future nuns with guns.

Only one-tenth of them started to learn how to use the spear, and even fewer were proficient wielders of the spear. The spear was the king of weapons after all and those who learned the spear arts to their full potential were invincible under the heavens.

Drake, himself, committed himself to this training and other hellish training. How the hell was he going to encourage his men to train or follow him if he didn't set himself as an example? He estimated that by the age of sixteen, he would be the most powerful swordsman and spearman. Without his powers.

Drake also submitted himself and his men to hell body training. He learned gravity magic for the lack of weight he could lift. dragged everyone along in the gravity training.

Even when training his sword. His soldiers followed him in every step. Now, their bodies looked like monsters.

The men's loyalty toward Drake was at its highest level. They respected their young lord especially when they saw him submit himself to harder training than theirs. Plus his intelligence and knowledge led them to this point where they stood proud even in front of the lords and knights of the vale who were famed for their pride and their arrogance. Those knights looked at them with awe.

While his men saw him as a god that should only be followed and worshipped.

Now, he had capable people under his command, and with more time they could lead a whole battle on their own. In the future, he would be able to fight on different fronts at the same time.

His foster father, Ned Stark, and Robert were looking at his men with shock all over their eyes. Although they didn't wear fancy armors like the knights of the vale, their organized movements, their discipline, and their strong bodies indicated the hell training they were submitted to.

And it was not just their body alone as their minds were sharp and fast able to follow any order their lord gave in the most efficient ways.

Jon turned his gaze towards Drake and gave him a look of approval. This foster son of his was really capable. To bring up such a force in just one and a half years was a remarkable achievement. He now understood why Drake was always persistent about his men following him. They had to complete their training to be a force taken in every game calculation.

Ned looked at the men in awe. Those men with the projection of the army he always imagined. Although they were powerful, organized, and radiate with the pressure and eyes of a killer they handled everything honorably. They were not arrogant, they were just pleased with their progress and nothing was wrong with that.

Ned turned his head towards Drake and looked at him with admiration. They were nearly the same age but Drake was on another level. His intelligence, his performance, his strength, and his competence were on a higher level. Although Ned was a competent and honorable young man when compared to Drake, the difference was great. Greater than even the world could think. Drake always completed assignments after assignments given to him by Lord Arryn and he completed them with flying colors.

Ned and Drake grew closer to each other in this past half year though not as close as Ned and Robert. Those two seemed to hit it off. Drake wondered if it was the universe's laws or what but the events seemed to correct themselves towards the prophecy.

Or it was just him who didn't have that much time to spend with him. Without Ned and Robert's friendship, No relation between Robert and Lyanna. And without Robert, Lyanna wouldn't want to escape this marriage and go with Rhaegar and give birth to Jon Snow, the prince who was promised.

Well, Drake knew better not to miss with a prophecy that ties into the very history and the birth of his future girls.

So he didn't mind it. As it doesn't matter who is the prince that was promised once all his girls were born. Then the prophecy can fuck itself with the world. It was enough for them to be friends. Ned always would come to ask Drake about his view on honor since the last conversation. It seemed he wanted to outline his own view about honor. Well, Drake didn't mind much.

Meanwhile, Robert looked at Drake's men's performance with some jealousy. During all that time, Drake and Robert's relationship didn't change much. Robert would always be jealous and vent his frustration in the training yard while Drake would look at him as if he was looking at an idiot and wouldn't care much.

Robert sighed and turned to head to the training yard. He didn't know how many more times he was going to lose to Drake.

After preparing his men's lodging and letting them relax for a day or two, Drake started their training again and this time he performed different tactics.

Lord Arryn would watch them from time to time to check their improvement. When he saw their performance and improvement, he was pleased and decided to let some of the vale soldiers train with Drake's men.

One and half years have passed since Drake's men came to the Eyrie. Drake had passed his eleventh name day. He was an adult and a grown-up man according to the customs of Westeros. During those two years, everything followed the same routines, except for six significant events.

The first event was when a huge raid consisting of a lot of riders from the mountain tribes descended the mountains of the moon to raid and plunder. That was a huge event that shook all of Westeros.

Lord Arryn didn't wait for his wards or the rest of his men to gather to launch the attack. He took the available men, who were counted as three thousand knights, to the bloody gate in order to defend against the tribes' attack. But before departing he instructed Lord Royce to gather the rest of the men and follow Drake's lead to follow after him.

When Drake knew about this, Lord Arryn was long gone. At least he pretended that as he knew all this even before the raid happened. And he knew because of his birds. And he planned to use it as an opportunity. Ned and Robert gathered around him while he ordered his guard unit and the two thousand knights that Lord Arryn asked him to train with his men. Of course, they were only trained in ways of the world nothing more.

When Lord Royce gathered the rest of the men, he had about three thousand knights with him, when he reached Drake. Drake was about to arrange the small army when a messenger came informing them that Lord Arryn's troops were ambushed and needed assistance.

Panic started to spread between the army and some lords voicing their intention to hurry to rescue Lord Arryn. But Drake's men remained calm and stood there like statues.

Drake took a deep breath and shouted in his loud voice.

"Silence." Shouted Drake in his loud voice.

The hall turned silent and everyone turned to look at the young ward. He was respected among them for his achievements that can't even be counted.

"Everyone, I want everyone to fucking calm down. You can't behave like cunts who never experienced war. You must be clear-headed before the battle. We can't fucking afford to put lord Arryn in more danger. Lord Arryn can still resist for some time against this small unit of mountain tribe if you all headed there with no clear plan, the whole enemy's riders will shift their attention towards lord Arryn's location." Explained Drake with some anger.

Everyone nodded and took a deep breath to calm their mind and listened to Drake's words.

"We had three small Mountain roads that lead to the mountains of the moon plus the main high road to the bloody gate. We will divide the army into five units. They will be led by Lord Elbert Arryn, Lord Royce, Ned Stark, Robert Baratheon, and me respectively. 

Lord Elbert and Ned Stark's units will head straight towards the bloody gate through the high road towards lord Arryn's location. I already sent scout and tracker units ahead and they will lead you there and the trackers will help you using the terrain." Said Drake getting a nod from both Elbert and Ned.

Both of them led their units at once. They were helped by members of the scout unit.

"Robert, you will lead your unit through this Mountain Road and prevent those fucking raiders from getting any assistance from their main army.

 Use the mountain to your advantage. The trackers should have prepared rocks on the sides to help by the time you reach the location." Said Drake and got another nod.

Robert moved at once and led his unit toward the location with the help of another member of the scout team.

"Now, Lord Royce, you will take this Mountain Road while I took the far one. You will help me encircle the main army and try to scatter them. Try to keep the kills to a minimum, Lord Arryn wanted to have a peace talk with them." Said Drake giving the final instruction.

Lord Royce gave him a nod and led his unit towards the second Mountain road.

Drake organized his unit plus his men. He gave his men the chance to command by assigning the knights of the vale to them. It was their chance to show the world their might.

Drake and his men headed to the far most Mountain Road and with the help of the scout and trackers units, it was a piece of cake.

One of the most important things you learned after studying the art of war was that when fighting an enemy on high ground you had only two options, either you surround the high ground and prevent water and other living supplies to make them die of hanger or you bait them down the high ground and occupy the high ground yourself especially when you had Cavalry. If a Cavalry charge is used perfectly, the mountain tribes would have no chance at all.

"He who occupies the high ground…will fight to advantage."

On accessible terrain,

He who occupies high Yang ground

And ensures his line of supplies

Will fight to advantage.

And since the mountain tribes descended themselves, Drake would be happy to occupy and circulate them and hit them from the back.

The marsh went smoothly through the mountains with the obstacles being cleared by the scouts and trackers. When Drake's unit reached a higher ground they saw the rest of the mountain tribes attacking the two units on the other two roads.

After implementing his Arrow Tower Strategy, his men divided themselves into three groups. The first and second would surround the Mountain raiders from the sides from high grounds. They would then launch mountains of arrows and spears towards the raiders.

The raider took notice of their casualties and decided to attack the two groups. And here came Drake's group role.

Drake took a deep breath and shouted with all he had.

"Charge." Shouted Drake.

The Cavalry started their charge and with the help of the slope. Their speed kept accelerating. When the mountain tribes noticed it was too late. Drake's men hit them and they hit them hard. The mountain tribesmen scattered in every direction trying to run after killing some and scattering the rest to different directions, Drake ordered them not to pursue them as he had some other plans for them; they are unique creatures that were born into hills lived around the nature and he wants to see what he could do with that.

The savages on the mountains in the valley could be useful and their caves a good hiding place for their troops, maybe more experiments for the animal hybrid girls.

But he won't be that confident in it, as the five survivors come from very high blood lines, where you count Rika and Mika both of them are nearly pure Valyrian blood. Or you count Clara who's even more rare and the only alive Velaryon with dragon blood in her veins.

This mountain range was a perfect place to trap and retaliate so Drake's decision was the best in this situation plus they were here to fend them off and rescue Lord Arryn and that was achieved so why would he exhaust the men in pursuing and losing more in a fight at least that was the excuse for the normal people as his men knew they goona have a fun night as they all gonna even the his men and girls would be here using teleportation Transmission mirror will hunt and capture them on the night.

He then headed towards his foster father's location after leaving some men to protect the passages down to the high road.

When he arrived he found his foster father sitting there with Elbert and Ned looking at all the men who died around them.

He looked at the coming Drake and gave him a small smile.

"What are your losses Drake?" asked Jon with a sad smile.

"My unit had no losses, only some injuries. Lord Royce units had a few casualties when he was helping to encircle the main army. Robert's unit is the one that took some damage as they stopped the main army from dressing to your location. They had hundreds of casualties between deaths and injuries. But we dealt them great damage, we killed about three thousand of the ten thousand men. We also captured about a few hundred and the rest had different injuries." Explained Drake in detail.

Drake then looked around the area and had an estimation of the casualties here.

"By looking at this battlefield, we have about three hundred deaths. But the mountain tribes that attacked should have been exterminated." Drake nodded his head. It was a good result considering the surprise and the scale of the raid.

Jon could only sigh and ordered the men to clear the battlefield, bury the dead respectfully and call their families if they had one and head  with rest towards the Eyrie.

When they entered the high hall, everyone looked at Drake with respect. Considering the amount of time they had to prepare and the sudden trap of their lord, to be able to come up with such an efficient and organized plan that took into consideration every aspect of the battle and achieve such a victory. It was a deed only Drake was able to achieve. No wonder their lord trusted him that much.

If he could circulate that situation at such a young age, what would he be able to do when he reached his twenties or thirties? Would he be able to overthrow the Targaryen rule? The people were just joking but when Robert's Rebellion came they would know it was the truth.

When the rest of the kingdoms and the rest of the world heard about this accident, they were shocked by his talent and achievements at such a young age. To be able to command that large army and achieve such success, was indeed remarkable.

The smallfolk started singing about his achievement. It was a really moving song. It said like this.

"In the far, far away

The savages came, took their way

They raided, took the riches far away

They raped, they killed,

Refused to pay

But the mighty stag said you may

Not to take the riches away

They refused, They attacked,

But he threw them in the Eyrie shipbreaker (meta form of storms and) bay."

His popularity, his greatness especially among the smallfolk, reached the top.

The second event was when a huge event took place, at least huge in the eyes of Drake. It happened a year ago when Drake was twelve.

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