Who is Randolph Tully? He was the father of Sam Will Tully (the fat man next to Jon Snow who was nicknamed "Miss Pig" by Sir Elisha Thorne), and he had a Valyrian steel two-handed sword named "Broken Heart". The Tully family, the Earls of Hornling, were vassals of the High Court of Mace Tyrelll, and this time he led 15,000 men to serve as the vanguard.

As a veteran military strategist, he also immediately led his troops towards Cen Shu Tan, and it was obvious that he was also well aware of the important strategic significance of Cen Shu Tan. And he obviously came in time, of course, for the inhabitants and defenders of the city, such as Sir Webber, and he even had the feeling of seeing the moon through the clouds and the rest of his life.

If you want to fight alone, Randolph Tully is certainly a good player, but he is definitely not a master, Westeros has many knights who can compete with him, "King Killer" Jaime Lannister can beat him, if he meets "Dreadnought" Barristan or "Dragon Prince" Rhaegard, he is afraid that he will be crushed to slag, this is still a more optimistic result if he has the sword of "Broken Heart".

But if compared to military strategy, Randolph Tully is a well-deserved uncrowned emperor, and the military god of Westeros is also, even if he bundles the "Kingkiller" James Lannister and the "Fearless Barristan" to fight him, he can only be cleaned up by him, no way, he has a specialization in the art industry, he is the military strategist of Westeros.

At the first hearing of his name, Han Xing was frightened, because this guy was the most terrible enemy Robert had ever encountered in his entire military career, and the only defeat in Robert's life was due to Randau Tully. This means that I am afraid that Robert will be deflated by the battle in front of him.

But Robert apparently did not realize this, in fact, even most of the nobles present did not realize it. Because Randolph Tully's fame depended on the defeat of Robert in this battle, which means that he was just a little-known "little man" before that.

In view of the poor education system of the nobles of Westeros, most of the nobles were ignorant of warfare, and could not do anything except charge, and were deeply poisoned by the invincibility of heavy cavalry. So, tactical geniuses like Randolph Tully, Robert, and Rob Stark are all too rare.

For most nobles, Robert was an experienced and successful man who had already experienced a great war and achieved brilliant results, and Randolph Tully's merit book was still a blank slate.

So before Robert could speak, Count Orlando Cavolon "popped up" and volunteered to go and fight Randolph Tully.

"This is a clever plan, after all, Randolph Tully is a first-class tactician and a second-rate knight, but the Earl of Cavolon seems to be a food delivery, right?" Han Xing muttered in his heart.

After all, the deepest impression that Count Cavolon left on Han Xing was his clever tongue, brazenness, and his flattering smile and obscene mustache.

"Robert, are you sure this is a good idea? The Earl of Cavolon is in his forties, and looking at his big belly, he can't lose a fight against Randolph Tully? Han Xing asked Robert in a worried whisper.

"You're too worried, Earl Caffran was a good hand when he was young, and I don't think that Randolph Tully is anything great, but an earl of a small place that I've never heard of!" Robert waved his hand.

"It's the earl of this little place you've never heard of that has made you suffer a great loss! Take it easy! Han Xing complained in his heart.

However, Han Xing did ignore that Count Cavolon was famous for his "ability to fight", he used to be an active member in the martial arts arena and a veteran of horse and gun competitions, but because he was a "stupid spor" who fell into the trap set by Robert, he was beaten up before he could play his martial arts, as the so-called "no matter how high his kung fu is, he is afraid of kitchen knives". What's more, the carabine competition originally relied on speed to play an advantage, and he was surrounded by people and lost space to move, so he could only be caught.

Robert nodded decisively and agreed to Count Carvolon's request to fight, and Count Carvolon rode to Randolph Tully to fight him one-on-one.

Count Cavolon rode a strong, red, black-maned horse, wearing a full set of knight's plate armor, which was also covered with a layer of green heraldic chain mail as protection, on which was the Caffron family's double deer crest, and his head was protected by a helmet with a mask, and his head looked like the tip of a metal egg from behind, but he did not put the mask down, and as his mount ran, the uncovered mask also trembled slightly.

He rode towards the middle ground between the two armies, and then shouted at the opposite side: "I am the Earl of Orlando of House Cavolon, the vassalage of Lord Robert Baratheon, Duke of Storm's End, and Count Randolph Tully, and I officially challenge you!" As silly as this may sound, Randolph Tully will have to fight, as Earl Cavolon is, after all, a Count of his rank who must accept the challenge of his class, and if he refuses, he will be given the "honorable" title of "Coward".

Look what he did to his cowardly son, Sam Will Tully! At first, he wanted to train Sam to be brave, but when he found that it didn't work, he simply abandoned Sam and sent Sam to be a night watchman, threatening him to "hack" him while hunting if he didn't go, which shows how much Randolph Tully hates the title "coward".

What's more, as a feudal nobleman and army commander, if he bears such an indishonorable title, what face does he have to lead his troops?

So Randolph Tully decisively clapped his horse forward and said, "Honorable Count Orlando Cavvolon, I, Count Randolph Tully, the Duke of High Court, and the vassal of Lord Mestiril in the south, officially accept your challenge!" ”

The competition on the battlefield is different from the competition field, first of all, although the pistol is standard, but only you have one, and no one will hand you a new pistol and shield. Secondly, on the battlefield, you don't have to use a carbine pistol against a carbine, if you are confident, you can also use a sword to cut directly. In the end, falling off the horse does not necessarily mean losing, although people with grace will voluntarily admit defeat, but people who have no grace like "Magic Mountain", even if they dare to openly play scoundrels in the martial arts arena, draw their swords and chase their opponents, not to mention the battlefield?

In short, there are far from so many rules on the battlefield, and there is no gentleman's agreement or mercy here, it all depends on personal consciousness.

Randolph Tully rode a dark horse, wearing chain mail, sleeveless plate armor on his torso to protect the vital points, and did not wear a helmet, he obviously traveled the light route, and the benefits of being light were obvious, with faster reactions, less burden, and faster speed. Both he and Count Cavolon took their respective carbines and heraldic shields from their hands, both of which were actually consumables, and the carbine could break with a single use, and the shield could be smashed in minutes, so there was no need to make it particularly beautiful, it was strong and durable. Of course, a member of the royal family like Rhaegar has too much money to spend, and there are people who work hard in this area.

The two began to charge towards each other, a soft meadow beneath their feet, and as their horses' hooves stepped over the ground, the ground emitted a unique aroma of earth and grass. Count Cavolon greedily sniffed the scent of the grass, felt the rhythmic jolting of the war horse under his crotch, and the bright sun and clear blue sky, "I haven't felt this feeling in a long time!" How long has it been since I inherited the territory at the age of 30 that I have not put on my armor and mounted a warhorse? Count Cavolon thought to himself.

Count Caffran could no longer remember the last time he attended a jousting tournament, but he could only vaguely remember that day had the same bright sunshine and blue sky as it did today. At that time, he was a famous knight in his twenties, as young and vigorous as most of his relatives, and he went to jousting tournaments to try to get honors, flowers, and applause, sometimes he won some good rankings, and sometimes he was knocked to the ground, but it didn't matter, he would pat the dust and stand up and go to the next joust.

It wasn't until the death of Count Cavolon's father, the elder Count of Caffron, that he had to go back to inherit the territory, and since then he has been completely bound to his own small territory, and has to pass the time by chasing deer and rabbits every day, but unfortunately these things will do nothing but escape, where can compare to the excitement of the field!

At this time, it was more than ten o'clock in the morning, it was the sunny time, looking at the two from a distance, it was really very romantic like a knight in the story, especially the Count of Cavolon in plate armor, the shiny armor reflected the sun's rays, just like the legendary heroic knight who came out. Maybe the purpose of polishing the nail piece is to blind the dog's eyes on the other side!

In the blink of an eye, the two fought the first round, apparently, it was a draw, and even the Earl of Cavolon seemed to have the upper hand, his pistol went towards Randolph Tully's chest, but he blocked it with his shield, which only had an extra dent in his shield. This is mostly due to the fact that Count Cavolon has too much burden on his body, which causes the speed of the war horse to slow down, and the speed has not yet been raised.

"Alas, the hand is raw!" Count Cavolon sighed in his heart, there is a way to "never leave the hand, never leave the mouth", of course, the same is true of the carbine skill, he has not competed with anyone for nearly ten years, the last battle of the Midsummer Hall was a good opportunity for him to familiarize himself with weapons again, but he was captured before the fight began.

However, Count Cavron's outstanding performance was still applauded by the nobles of the Stormlands, these guys are very bored on weekdays, and they come to the battlefield to have fun, after all, martial arts tournaments are not common, and martial arts tournaments are always on point, how can there be real knives and real guns on the battlefield or even "white knives in, red knives out" to enjoy it!