a very nice death for a shit prince

"my prince, the enemies don't seem to be in a hurry" Foral

Daelor looked around, the enemy was still visible but they were relatively far away and just surrounded him, Daelor looked at his soldiers, everyone was distressed and morale was decreasing by the minute

Daelor was only an archer in his last life, far from being an expert in ancient history and warfare, but he also studied in high school, he knew what the bandit leader was doing, he wanted to use fear to destroy the morale of the troops of Daelor

"Foral, gather our soldiers, just keep them focused on the fucking defense" Daelor

Daelor was scared, scared of the unknown and possible death, but most of all, he was angry, angry that he was in a situation that could have been avoided, Daelor never took anyone seriously in this new world, for him they are just a medieval illiterate people

'think, fucking think, think of something'

Daelor was focused on thinking of an alternative, initially he just wanted to attack one direction and try an escape point, this is the safest alternative, as a prince he knows his soldiers will give their lives for him to escape

However he could not give that order, Daelor felt his arrogance throbbing, flee in fear and abandon his soldiers, he is not a man of honor and never sought to become, but a fire in his chest does not go out

'fire....how I wanted that fire....wait, this is fire' Daelor

"Foral, come here, I have new orders" Daelor

"My prince" Foral

"take all our alcohol, burn all the huts, plants and trees that surround us south, west and east, quickly take the silver eagle soldiers and do it" Daelor

"my prince, but if we do... we will be trapped between the army and the fire, beyond the smoke we will breathe" Foral

"just do it, it's an order" Daelor

Foral understood part of the strategy, doing this they will be free from the siege, only in one direction they will have enemies, but the fire does not distinguish anyone, it will burn and kill your own troops, outside that your soldiers will be afraid

Foral stopped thinking, from the beginning he decided to live and die with Daelor, the man who took him off the street and gave him dignity

Daelor saw his most faithful soldier carry out his orders, in fact Daelor's strategy is to copy the model of the 300 Spartan soldiers

The Spartans used terrain to control the number of enemies, then used their training and strength to balance, of course there is no terrain to advantage in this small village, so Daelor used fire, fire will be the walls that will give you defense

Daelor got up and took his bow, he doesn't understand why he changed so much, he just wanted to run away but now he's getting ready for a fight to the death, for some reason running seems worse than dying

"fuck if i survive this night i swear i will study the geography of this world with grand maester pycelle i never want to be surrounded again i swear i will never be humiliated again" Daelor

Of all the king's ministers, Grand Maester Pycelle is the only one Daelor keeps in touch with, thanks to Pycelle that Daelor maintained great freedom, using women and gold, Daelor bribed the old master and with that they both created a strange friendship of degenerates.

"I hope these idiots ignore the wind, that's all I need" Daelor, looking at the sky he thinks, he didn't choose the north direction for no reason, an archer never ignores the wind

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Soon a big smoke started in the forest, fire was visible on 3 sides

"Bastards set fire in 3 directions, siege is impossible now, I said we should have attacked early and taken our advantage" Simon Toyne

The smiling knight just kept on laughing

"using fire to force us into a simple direct and frontal battle... hahaha what a crazy general this prince has" smiling knight

The smiling knight already understood the purpose of the fire, he was surprised as he expected the prince's escape attempt, so he spread several traps and some soldiers hiding in the forest, even if the prince escapes in the chaos, he will be caught

"what are we going to do now, with little space and fire, we can't make the most of the numerical advantage" Simon

"let's give them what they want, a brutal battle" smiling knight

"but boss, we're going to lose a lot of men by fire" Simon

"idiot, fire will consume all men, we just have to win before that, a brutal battle HAHAHAHAHA" the smiling knight

Simon finally remembered who his boss was, the strongest and cruelest warrior he'd ever seen, but also the craziest.

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The bandits that were once in all directions have moved north, now 5000 have formed a terrifying army

In the small village were concentrated the 250 knights and 50 archers of the silver eagles, surrounded on 3 sides by fire.

Fear and dread, only those two things were visible in the eyes of Daelor's small troop, even the faithful Foral was no different, he didn't know if it was the fire or the army in front of him that caused him fear

But Daelor was different, he felt comfortable, the fire gave him a sense of security, something even his mother Rhaella had never given him.

Rhaella was a great mother to Daelor until the age of 10, but then she became more and more sad and disappointed, when Daelor started to degenerate, his mother abandoned him for good, only saw him at dinners from time to time.

Daelor never bonded with anyone from his new family, he always felt like an outsider, maybe having past life memories affected his heart and made it colder than it should.

"My prince, the enemies seem to have movement" Foral

Daelor didn't answer, he just walked and stood in front of his army, he's not good at speeches but he strangely respects his soldiers

"most of you didn't want to be with me or have my leadership, although the two victories gave you hope and pride, deep down I know your dream is to follow the best of men" Daelor

"I'm not the best of men, I'm not the best warrior or leader, I'm not the best prince, I don't even know if I'm the best of anything, in my life I've never strived for anything and honestly I don't regret it, I really love being rich, I love fucking women, I love sleeping and not waking up, I love my whole fucking life" Daelor

the knights looked at their prince without understanding anything, where was the motivational speech

"I was very close to running away, ordering all of you to sacrifice your lives so I could come back alive, but I can't, I can't do it, not because I'm a good man, but because I refuse to be one. coward, I refuse to live like a mouse, I don't know if we will win, we will probably all die here today" Daelor

"However, I ask all of you, please die here with me today, but die without fear, die without cowardice, be killed by the sword or the fire that surrounds us, but only die after killing at least 10 filthy bandits, the the lives of each of you are worth 10 times as much as these filthy ones" Daelor

"For you are soldiers of Daelor Targaryen, so don't worry about fire or sword, just use your damn strength to kill as many as you can, dying by bandit blades is something none of you deserve, but it will happen tonight, so fight hard and make the remaining thugs shiver whenever you think about this night" Daelor

"I'm happy to fight and die here today, although I don't know every one of their names, but in the end my blood will join your blood on this forest floor, a very pleasant death for a shit prince" Daelor

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