Robert's army had begun to evacuate the camp under Fort Cen Tree in an orderly manner, just because they had been fearing that the tall Mace Tyrell would suddenly appear and give them a "stuffy stick" in the back. So I had to hurry away, and the wounded had already set off even at dawn.

In fact, they all overestimated Mace Tyrelll, and Mace Tyrell was still sleeping in the warm tent! Yesterday he had been eating, drinking, and having been late with the nobles of the High Court, and in fact, he had not received any news that Randolph Tully's vanguard had finished playing!

This "second generation", if you select a list of losers and straw bags from the Seven Kingdoms, he is definitely qualified to compete with Ed Mutuli for the "honorary title" of first place, it can't be said that they are not powerful, in fact, most of the Westeros nobles are this virtue, and there are really not many who can really get their hands on it, but as a duke, it is a bit too much to say.

The speed of his march was turtle speed, but it was very similar to the speed at which Lan Li later led his army into King's Landing, marching ten miles every day, then camping, then feasting, sleeping, and then pulling out the camp the next day to continue on the road.

It would take half a day just to camp and pull out the camp every day, and only half a day for them to hurry, and even then, the rest of the day was like walking.

And it's not necessarily the next day if you can't get on the road! It depends on whether Grand Duke Mace Tyrell is in the mood to hurry, and if his "old man" is as tired as he is today, then I'm sorry, let's all continue to rest here today! Of course, hearing this order, most of the nobles of the High Court were overjoyed, and they were completely under the guise of war, running outside to go out to relax and then party every night!

It's like an army coming to war! It's almost the same as saying that it is a "tour group", maybe the blue ceremony is to let their family "bring damage"! Yoshimoto Imagawa is stronger than them!

In fact, Robert also has some assumptions, no way, the Gao Tingjun led by Randolph Tali really left an "indelible" impression on Robert, in fact, although these "deep" impressions have grown new meat, but sometimes there is a faint pain at night.

This led Robert to take it for granted that the fighting power of the Gotin Army was at the level of Randolph Tully, which was actually wrong. The terrible nature of Randolph Tully's division is mainly due to Randolph Tully himself, although their army equipment is a good thing, but their combat effectiveness is worlds apart. You know, Randolph Tully's army was trained by him himself, and although it was only a few months, it was quite effective, not to mention the 5,000 troops from Hornling, who had been trained by Randolph Tully for at least a few years.

What is embarrassing is that before the war began, those Horned soldiers were very dissatisfied with Randolph Tully's devil training, and cursed him all kinds of behind his back, but he didn't expect that after they went to the battlefield, almost everyone who was still alive was grateful to him.

However, this was a good thing for Robert's army, because the "turtle speed" of the Gao Ting's army left Robert and others enough time to retreat.

"Report! Lord Duke! Found a couple of deserters from our army! A herald cautiously approached the Lord of Mace's Tyrelll's tent and whispered in a restless voice.

Our Grand Duke Mace Tyrell rolled over, just to keep his face from the sun, he just waved his hand in a daze, then snorted twice, and went back to sleep, the poor herald dared to get down on one knee and wait quietly for the Grand Duke Mace Tyrell to wake up. The only thing that could give him a little comfort was that there was at least a thick red wool carpet on the floor, and at least his knees didn't have to worry.

At the age of twenty-seven, Mace Tyrell was tall and handsome, with long, curly brown hair and a well-dressed beard on his chin. His old man tossed twice on the bed, and his mouth made an impatient grunt, apparently he had also seen the victim of the sun's law of not falling asleep.

In fact, this is a very delicate thing, when you want to sleep lazily, but find that the sun has already sunburned your buttocks, most people will toss and turn, and then be forced to wake up, and you have to investigate the reason, probably because of the rising temperature and the stronger light, plus the birdsong and human voices after the day!

"Deserters? Are you embarrassed to bother me with such a as a deserter? Isn't it normal for the 35,000 army of the High Court to have a few deserters? Pull it and hang it! Mace Tyrelll snapped open his eyes, and said in a tone of extreme impatience. Then he let out a long yawn, so much so that tears were rolling in his eyes.

"My lord, these deserters have brought bad news!" When the herald said the word "bad", his voice was so low that he couldn't hear it clearly.

"What news!" Mace Tyrell jumped up from his red feather bed and grabbed the herald by the collar and asked loudly.

"Lord Blue•••Landaue Tully's vanguard has fought against the forces of the thief Robert Baratheon!" The herald was hesitant at first, but then, as if he had mustered up courage, uttered a complete sentence.

"What? Did Randolph Tully's vanguard fight Robert Baratheon? Damn, why didn't anyone tell me! What do you all eat? A bunch of rice buckets, waste! Hurry, hurry! Hurry up and dress for me, and give the order to pull out the camp, we will go to support him! Duke Mace Tyrell paced from side to side in the tent, but he was at a loss for what to do, except for a loud growl.

This is not surprising, without the help of the servants, he does not even know where to put his sword! What's more, it's your own armor! His diet and daily life are taken care of by servants, and even wiping his buttocks is "done for him". This product is a proper clothes to reach out, and the food to open the mouth of the Westeros "giant baby" is coming!

"Lord Duke, I'm afraid... I'm afraid it's too late to send troops! What I just said was that the fight was 'over'. The herald snapped, and he even swallowed a mouthful of saliva out of fear and nervousness. He had never hated his job so much, in the past he only needed to report something, Lord XX has arrived, Lord XXX has invited you to dinner, in short, it is all good news. For the first time in his career, he had to report bad news.

"Tell me what the result is!" Mace Tyrelll's eyes seemed to breathe fire. Although he knew that this duke was famous for "embroidering a pillow and a bag of grass", who let him hold his own life in his hands?

"Lord Duke, time is pressing, I haven't been able to ask for details, please let me bring those deserters and let you torture them!" The herald had an idea, and immediately found a way to get out, and couldn't help but secretly proudly, "Even I admire myself!" ”

"Hmm!" Duke Mace Tyrell waved his hand and motioned for the herald to do so, then added, "Get the Bachelor of Science!" ”

The reason why the Gao Tingjun never discovered the reason for the defeat of Randolph Tully was largely due to the lax defense, and they did not even rule out scouts and scouts to scout around, because they thought that they were now in the riverbend, which was their own territory, and they were absolutely safe!

It didn't take long for the soldiers of the Gao Ting Army to be brought in, their armor was more or less stained with blood, and some of the helmets were lost somewhere, thinking that it was too cumbersome to flee for their lives, so they threw it away! Even if he still wears a helmet, he is crooked and crooked. The shield and spear were missing, either thrown or given by the guards when they came in, after all, the guards wouldn't let them see Mace Tyrell with their weapons. They all had dark circles under their eyes, bloodshot eyes, chapped lips, and looked tired.

"Please note that in front of you is Lord Mestirir, Lord of the Tyrells, Lord of the Riverlands, the Lord of the High Court, Guardian of the Southlands!" The herald cleared his throat, then loudly announced to the deserters that this was his job! Then he snuck out of the tent and vowed never to be involved in this again.

"Lord Tyrrell!" These deserters looked at Mace Tyrell in front of them, and they were moved to tears, and they thought that Duke Mace Tyrell was going to praise them personally!

As a result, the deserters were not strictly speaking deserters, they were even the most responsible and loyal of all the defeated troops, and they were not caught, but sent to the door by themselves, and when they drove all night, they finally saw the camp of the army of the high court, and immediately pounced on them with joy as if the migratory birds had found a large army!

"Let's talk about it! What's going on? What happened to Count Randolph Tully? Mace Tyrelll's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, but the soldiers didn't dare to look up at his face, and in the eyes of their civilian boys, Grand Duke Mace Tyrelll was a god-like being.

The soldiers described the whole battle to Mace Tyrell vividly, and heard Mace Tyrelll sometimes nod with satisfaction, and even joyed, especially when he heard that Randolph Tartier led the High Court knights to the rear of Robert's army and the news that Robert Baratheon was dead, which led to a large rout of Robert's army, they paced around the tent excitedly, and their faces were always full of smirks.