Sunset.

On a high hill, a huge golden lion flag fluttered.

Under the flagpole, a long folding table made of logs is covered with a golden tablecloth, which matches the golden rays of the sunset all over the floor.

On both sides of the long table, there were generals from the Western Realm.

Tywin Lannister sits in the center. On the left is his younger brother Kavon Lannister, and on the right is his son-in-law, the Magic Mountain. All the important princes of the western frontier were present, including Earl Swever, who managed the logistics of Corn City at the very rear of the army. This guy's sister married Kaivon Lannister, and the Schwivier family became one of the top nobles in the West.

Tyrion Lannister is also here.

In the midst of a large crowd of tall, burly generals, Tyrion looked like a child.

The best wine of Qingting Island was brought out by the servants, the golden suckling pig with oil, the fragrant and hot bread, the tender green salad, the sausage cut into stepped round slices, the roast rabbit on two huge bamboo skewers, the golden honey, and the long, thick chopsticks...... Only Tyrion had a shiny cutlery in front of him.

"Generals, the scouts sent back by Adam Malbran tell us that we are still a day away from the Wolf of the North, and that we will be fighting the Northerners here tomorrow. Sir Kevon waved his hand down the hills, encompassing the woods, the King's Road, and the fords of the Green Fork.

Duke Tywin didn't say a word, picking up his chopsticks and eating skillfully, with a solemn and solemn expression, which gave Tyrion the illusion of unreality.

It was a good idea that his father had decreed that Tim was the order of Tete, and Tyrion noticed that the militia in the West were brightly armored and shiny with swords. This was impossible before, so don't even think about it.

At any time in the past, it would have been nice for the militia to have a spear with an iron spear or a sword that is not embroidered, but this time, the weapons of the militia were not much different from the weapons of the noble guards. - Still, Tyrion felt that Duke Tywin himself could keep his shiny cutlery and all-metal cutlery, and that it would not be obtrusive for his father to make all of it gold, and that there was no need to make a pair of so-called wooden chopsticks himself.

Although Tyrion felt a little awkward that his father was eating with chopsticks with a straight face, he naturally did not have any objections. If he dared to disagree on this point, his father would dare to drive him away, there was no doubt about it.

It's been a long time since Tyrion has drunk the best wine from Qingting Island, and his father's dinner is too rich - there are more than a dozen kinds of roast meat here, bread is made in a variety of flavors, honey and snow salt are the best condiments, you can put whatever you like, you can choose. This is a blessing that Tyrion hasn't enjoyed for a long time.

Tyrion picked up his knife and fork and prepared to dry, he decided to eat at the meeting, he didn't say a word, and filled his stomach first.

"Tyrion, we're going to make you a striker. Sir Kevon said.

Tyrion puts down the roast rabbit that was brought to his mouth. Uncle Kaivon's words are usually those spoken by his father, and his uncle is a shadow of his father: "My dear uncle, if my martial arts can match my alcohol and barbecue food, I think I can be a striker." ”

"Tyrion, as long as you're not as useless as your bunch of mountain people, you can be a striker. If your brother Jaime is here, the striker must be his, and no one can snatch it. Logistics Commander Schwiffer said.

Tyrion looked at his father, who was concentrating on the sliced sausages, ham, and roast suckling pig. Between his father and the Magic Mountain, there was a servant who was cutting all kinds of barbecued meat into thin slices with a sharp table knife, and he was so busy that he was sweating profusely, because his father and the Magic Mountain were eating very fast.

An ominous feeling crept over Tyrion's mind, and his father was clearly telling him to die.

"My dear father, thank you for suddenly discovering that I am a great martial artist, far superior to all the generals here, and that tomorrow I will lead the mountain men as the vanguard and break through the enemy's line, and I pledge in the name of my dwarf and the honor of this suckling pig that I will kill the enemy's vanguard general and cut off his head. ”

"Tyrion, since you are so afraid of battle, take your men to the rear to protect our baggage. Duke Tywin said lightly. He spoke every word clearly, but it didn't delay him at all from eating meat and drinking. Tywin was able to speak while chewing, which was something Tyrion admired, but Tyrion couldn't do that.

"No, Father, as you wish, I'll be the vanguard tomorrow, and let the Magic Mountain follow my ass, and let him learn how I rode my pony into battle, and I bet the enemy will be completely nimble and vulnerable when they see me appear, because they will laugh first. ”

With a bang, at the long dining table, the generals of the Western Frontier burst into laughter. Tyrion laughed as well, as if he had won the war.

Duke Tywin didn't even move his eyelids, his expressionless face was his.

"Tyrion, you and your people, be the striker tomorrow, but the striker is not under your command. ”

"Who's in command?"

"Magic Mountain. You and your people are all subordinates of the Magic Mountain, and all actions are under command. Duke Tywin took a glass of wine and drank it down.

Tyrion would love to smash his glass on the table or splash it in his father's face, it would have been wonderful. Is the military power he himself has worked so hard to build up in vain?!

"So it's a joke to let me be the striker, to entertain the nobles with dinner?" Tyrion shrugged.

"Tyrion, you're in charge of the left wing tomorrow. The whole army is close to the river, and you can't let the enemy detour from the left flank unless the enemy's horses can run over the surface of the river. Even if you and your men are all killed in battle, it will be a military merit for me to defend the left wing. Leave the charge to me and my Cregan soldiers. ”

Tyrion breathed a sigh of relief, believing that he was going to charge and that he would be knocked off his horse by the pony before he could get close. His horsemanship is not superb at all, just like his swordsmanship. With his body, he didn't have a sword high when he was a teenager, how could he practice martial arts?

"General Gregor, since you are my commander, I have to give me three thousand weapons for my mountain people. Otherwise, you will not be able to hold your left flank with sticks and wood rakes. ”

Father refused to give weapons and armor to the mountain people, to let them use the original weapons to fight a battle before gave, Tyrion was powerless against the stubborn father, he turned his gaze, squeezed the magic mountain, the magic mountain did not give, he taunted his superior, if the magic mountain was given, it would be against the will of the father, hehe, the right to let out a sigh.

Tyrion looked at the mountain with a malicious look, and he thought it would not be able to take it.

"I can only give you three hundred sets. "This is the weapons and armor that my own army has to spare, and there will be no more." ”

Wealthy nobles would prepare their own spare weapons and armor, as well as war horses and food. Won't all count on the Duke's logistical support.

"Three hundred?" Tyrion was surprised. Demon Mountain used his armor to give him, three hundred sets, with his territorial wealth, it was a number beyond the limit. Tyrion swallowed as he laughed at the Demon Mountain.

"Three hundred!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"When will it be given to me?"

"You can ask Bolon to take someone to my barracks tent right now. ”

"Good!" said Tyrion. He aimed at his hard-hearted father, who neither changed nor stopped eating and drinking. It was as if I hadn't heard that conversation at all.

Tyrion was disappointed.

Duke Tywin didn't look at Tyrion, but seemed to see through his thoughts, and he said, "Tyrion, you were supposed to lead the first wave of the charge on the left flank tomorrow, but it was the Demon Mountain who advised me not to. He thought that it was better to hold the left flank to prevent the enemy from overrushing you and then outflanking our army, and I agreed with his suggestion. ”

Tyrion lost his appetite.

Father's original plan was to really arrange for him to be the first to charge into battle, this is not what it is to die, but he is the son of the duke! There are many generals in the western realm, why did my father arrange for him to be the first to charge? He is not a real general with troops! His martial arts and riding skills can do anything?

"Father, don't you think I was the first to charge from the left flank to die? I don't understand why?" Tyrion said bitterly.

"Your surname is Lannister, and this is the Lannister War. Tywin said lightly, "If it's your brother here, he can't wait." ”

"Well, I'm full!" said Tyrion. The roast on the plate in front of him had not moved, and he had just been talking, and he had only served a glass of wine on the table.

He got off the table and staggered down the hill. Behind him, there was the laughter of the princes of the Western Realm.