Chapter 178

Chapter 178 Retreat

  Duke Eddard Stark, the Hand of the King, stood atop the King'sgrave City, gazing at the recently breached city, in a daze.

His field of vision was engulfed in a palette of bright red, burnt grey, and stark black, while the air hung heavy with acrid smoke and the unmistakable scent of blood. Amidst this grim backdrop, sporadic bursts of whimpering and howling resonated, echoing the anguish of those in pain.

  Is this my doing

  No, it's the work of the king.

  Flocks of crows spread their black wings, taking flight in the sombre grey sky, circling overhead with an air of covetousness, eagerly yearning to partake in this macabre feast of flesh and blood.

  "Lord Eddard," King Joffrey declared proudly in his shining gold armour and spotless cloak, "I said I could conquer this city!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, you did."

Duke Eddard Don't want to argue with him.

  He never doubted whether the army could capture King'sgrave, but conquering...

  Is it so easy to conquer the Dornish people?

  Duke Eddard's gaze roamed across the city below, where Dornishmen carried the lifeless bodies strewn across the ground. They moved with a subdued silence, their emotions suppressed, yet he knew deep within that one day, their pent-up frustrations would inevitably erupt once more—much like the countless eruptions witnessed throughout history.

  When the army continues to advance, Kingsgrave City will rebel again, unless they leave an army to garrison.

If that was the case, why didn't they just put a small team here to monitor it in the first place?

  That's right, now the king finally got his wish to eat in the castle of the Manwoody family, but the price was the lives of more than 3,000 soldiers.

  This is a senseless sacrifice.

  Duke Eddard knew that his persuasion would not be effective, but still, he couldn't help but say:

  "Your Majesty, our strategic goal this time is to make the Martell family submit, not to capture every city in Dorne."

  "Attack every Dorne city under their control, House Martell will naturally succumb." The young king was confident.

  "No. Both Aegon the Conqueror and Daeron I proved that what you said is not true."

Duke Eddard tried to impress the king with history and logic, "Every time we capture a Dorne city, we must leave enough, this will lead to less and less mobile troops. Therefore, unless you encounter a city that must be captured like Skyreach City, I really don't recommend you..."

"Okay, okay, lord." Queen Cersei said impatiently, "You are as nagging as my dying old nanny. You are not the only one in this world who knows how to command a war. Look at this city, your king easily conquered this. And this is just the starting point of his road of conquest, and soon, you will see the whole of Dorne crouching at his feet."

"That's right! Mother! "

Joffrey stood proudly at the top of the city, full of ambition, "Let's rest in this City for one night, and continue to march tomorrow! I heard that the 'Red Viper' has assembled an army in Skyreach City, haha, I want to cut off the head of this poisonous snake with my own hands!"

After finishing speaking, he walked into the castle.

  The king's arrogant yelling came from a distance: "Tonight I will sleep in Earl Manwoody's room, let him go to sleep in the dungeon! Hahahaha!

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  " Boom!"

  "Who is it!"

  "Brother, it's me!"

  "Wait a minute."

  Dickon had to stand outside the vault for a while before he saw the iron door open and Samwell came out.

  "Brother, what are you doing in there? Why is it taking so long?"

  "Searching for the golden dragon." Samwell threw a bag to his younger brother, "Go and share it with everyone."

  Dickon opened the bag and glanced at it, and immediately frowned :

  "That's all?"

  "No way. The Qorgyle family really doesn't have much money." Samwell patted his stomach and burped.

  Dickon didn't ask any more questions and went to distribute the money in the bag.

  Lucas Daybe came over at this moment and said,

  "My lord, something is wrong outside."

  "What's wrong?"

  "The Dornishmen are gathering, and they are probably planning to take back the castle."

  "These Dornishmen are really not afraid of death….Ah."

  Samwell sighed with emotion but didn't worry too much.

  He just devoured almost all the gold and silver of the Qorgyle family. He didn't count the exact number, but he only knew that his current strength attribute had broken through to 8.19!

  The violent power was circulating in his body, and he was worried that he had nowhere to vent it.

  Lucas seemed worried, but seeing Samwell's indifference, he quickly persuaded:

  "My lord, we really can't stay in Sandstone City for a long time, we can't control this city, the Dornish people will continue to make us bleed, What's more, there is a large army outside the city, if they get the news, they will definitely come back..."

  "Don't worry, I never thought about really occupying this place." Samwell waved his hand, "Let everyone prepare, before dark we will evacuate Sandstone City."

  "Yes, my lord."

  In fact, they didn't wait for dark. Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Samwell found that he had to leave quickly.

  More and more Dornish people gathered outside the castle. Although there were not many defenders in Sandstone City, the sturdy and tenacious Dornish people made Samwell had the feeling that the whole city was an enemy.

  Can't wait any longer.

  Samwell gathered his men and counted the number of warriors left, and found that 27 cavalrymen had been lost in the previous battle to breach the city, and another dozen were seriously injured.

  After observing the city wall for a while, Lucas came to report:

  "My lord, the Dornish people are blocking the door, so it's not easy to rush."

  Samwell also saw the Dornishmen blocking the gate of the castle and found that the distance was not enough for the cavalry to accelerate, and if the cavalry could not accelerate and fell into the siege of the Dornishmen, they would have to pay a high price if they wanted to escape.

  After thinking for a while, Samwell thought of a way:

  "Then start from inside the door!"

  "Inside the door?" Lucas was stunned for a moment.

  "Yes." Samwell pointed to the gate of the castle and followed the vestibule, hall, and atrium all the way inward, "The gate of the hall was removed, and everything inside was cleaned up. We lined up in the castle hall, starting from the innermost and …Charge out!"

  Lucas's eyes lit up, and he immediately realized that this method is indeed feasible. Although the distance is only about one or two hundred feet, which was already enough for the cavalry to charge.

  "Okay! I'll arrange it now!"

  Outside the castle, a knight from the Qorgyle family was mobilizing loudly, his speech very provocative.

  Under his call, four to five hundred Dornishmen gathered at the gate of the castle. Although they were not real soldiers, they at least had weapons and knew blood. Driven by anger and hatred, they blocked the gate of the castle.

  This was actually the idea of the Dornish knight. He was well aware of the weakness of the cavalry, and he knew that the soldiers he assembled were not well-trained soldiers.

The Reach Cavalry has no choice but to rush disorderly .

  "We will make the Reach warriors pay in blood!" the Dornish knight at the gate of the castle roared.

  "Blood debt!" More than a hundred followers responded in unison.

  "Do we want the Reach warriors to return!"

  "There is no return!"

  "We want the Reach warriors to..."

  At this moment, the hinges creaked, and the heavy castle gate slowly opened.

  The Dornish knight turned his head in surprise and then heard the dense sound of horseshoes in the castle.

  what happened?

  When he saw the Reach cavalry rushing out of the castle hall, he was completely dumbfounded.

  Almost instantly, the Reach Cavalry rushed out of the castle.

  This distance is not enough for the cavalry to accelerate to the limit, but it is enough for them to charge.

  And once they charged up, it would be impossible for the improvised Dorne "army" in front of him to stop them.

  After all, these Dornishmen have neither shields nor long spears not even leather armor. Most of them are holding scimitars and long swords, a few of them are holding bows and arrows, and some even came here with hoes on their shoulders... Bravery is commendable, but it is a pity, The battlefield only believes in strength.

  Samwell is still at the forefront. Although he has changed his surname to Caesar, he is still a Tarly who believes in "First in Battle."

  The soaring power just now gave him an uncontrollable desire to vent, as if he wanted to tear everything in front of him to pieces.

  So this time, instead of choosing the Warhammer [Peacekeeper], he drew out the giant sword [Dawn].

  He suddenly felt as if it was an illusion, but this legendary magic sword from beyond the sky seems to suddenly become more obedient, more-

  submissive.

  Red and golden lines quickly appeared on the body of the milky white sword, densely packed, exuding the vast aura from ancient times and the scorching fire.

  Clang—

  the air was instantly dry and hot.

  Samwell swung his sword.

  The flaming giant sword drew a fiery arc, like the kiss of death.

  Bloodflowers bloomed in front of the castle gate, like a rain of roses all over the sky, and more than a dozen Dornishmen were engulfed in flames in an instant.

  This terrifying scene even made the Dornish people have no time to think, and they all froze in place.

  At this time, Samwell had already crashed into the Dorne army on horseback.

  He felt that he was still very strong, so he swung the huge sword in his hand and swung it again.

  Second wave.

  The piercing sword light ploughed a bloody passage in the Dorne army formation, just like the waters of the Red Sea split to both sides in front of Moses.

  The reach cavalry behind them also crashed into the bloody road, tearing open a bigger and wider opening in the Dornish army formation.

  Samwell's pupils turned red at some point, like flames, like blood, like an abyss that swallowed everything.

  And he was still not exhausted, and he was able to strike out—

  the third wave!

Chi la!

  The fiery red sword light cut out a blood moon in the crowd.

  The Dornishmen finally broke down completely.

  In the face of this terrifying power that does not belong to the world, no matter how tough the people are, they cannot maintain passion and courage.

  Some people turned around and ran, some threw down their weapons, some knelt down and surrendered, and some chanted scriptures and prayed for forgiveness from the gods...

  The Reach cavalry rushed out of the castle and galloped on the street without any obstacles in front of them.

  At the forefront of this invincible cavalry formation, Samwell was still holding the great sword [Dawn].

  She, who had just drunk blood, became even more bewitching and deadly.

  The fire light on the sword gradually dimmed, and the red-gold lines reappeared.

  The dense lines, like incantations, were flickering on and off at this moment.

  With a peculiar rhyme and rhythm, like a beating heart.

  [END]