The Lannister Army camp stretched for miles between the river and the King's Road.

The night had fallen, staining all the flags black. The little demon Tyrion was sore after a long day of marching, and was finally freed from his father, Tywin Lannister's ear command.

He was going to get drunk tonight, but now he turned his attention to the woman in front of him.

"Is that her?" he asked his guard, Bolon.

Bronn nodded, the woman he had snatched from a knight.

The woman gracefully rose and looked down on Tyrion from a height of more than five feet. "Yes, my lord, and she herself can speak, if you are pleased. ”

The little devil thought it was funny, and he introduced himself with a smile, "I'm Tyrion of House Lannister, and people call me Little Devil." ”

"My name is Shae, and guests often call me that......"

Bronn laughed, and Tyrion couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. "Well, then, please let it in, Shay. ”

Tyrion lifted the curtain for her, and once inside, lit a candle.

He picked up the candle and examined her closely. Bronn has a good eye.

At the age of about eighteen, Shae had deep hind-like eyes and black hair, a slender, small and sturdy, petite figure, and a beautiful face, with a smile that was sometimes shy, sometimes arrogant, and sometimes evil.

Tyrion was satisfied.

"Do you want me to take off your clothes, sir?" the woman asked.

"Wait a minute, Shae, are you really a prostitute?"

"If you're happy, sir, think so. She said solemnly.

"Little sister, I will be happy to know the truth. ”

"Really? You'll have to pay double as much. ”

Tyrion thinks they're a perfect match. "I'm from the Lannisters, and I've got gold, and you'll find that I'm a very generous man......"

Woo——!

The pirates outside the fishing village of Harbor, and the knights of White Harbor, who were hiding on the hill and were willing to watch a siege battle, suddenly heard a loud trumpet.

It was the standard trumpet of attack, but they did not understand for a moment why this trumpet came from the besieged fortress.

Could it be that the little lord inside saw that their siege trebuchet was about to be installed, and was ready to go out of the city to die?

The pirates thought so.

But Hood, the leader of the guards, standing on the wall, did not think so.

He looked at the blasting regiments that kept coming out of the lord's mansion, and knew that the reinforcements that the lord had said before really existed, and they didn't mean the knights of White Harbor on the hills.

The infantry commander Rodat, the archers commander Harry Kane and the men of the blaster regiment lined up inside the city gates.

"Hood, hold the walls and don't let White Harbor and pirates take advantage of the chaos, and kill anyone who tries to get close!"

Lynn ignored the surprised head of the guard and said lightly.

Mu Ran, who looked a little sluggish, nodded.

Then, at Lynn's signal, the horn of attack sounded inside the castle of Fishing Village Harbor.

Outside the gate of the castle of the fishing village is a sandy beach, leading directly to the fishing port pier, and the estuary beach is flanked by tight hills, and the pirate gates that land from the harbor are all concentrated in the middle of the low-lying sandy beach.

Lynn prepared to have 100 infantrymen in full cotton armor and 61 archers surprise head-on, while the other 139 were divided into two groups and outflanked from both sides.

As long as you can quickly occupy the dirt slopes on both sides, you can hit high and low, so that the archers' range can effectively cover the pirate group in the middle, and form a flanking attack.

Winning this battle will not be a problem.

The battle horn was low and full of mourning, joining the bloody chorus.

The middle gate of the castle in the fishing village port is wide open.

Rush out of the frontal assault force that shouted loudly.

The archers rained down arrows with their bows as they ran, not seeking to shoot accurately, but only to suppress the pirates who were unable to react for a while.

Standing between the old scholar Hill and the leader of the guards, Lynn looked around from the watchtower of the city wall, the infantry charged quickly, and when they approached the pirates who were ready to fight back with bows and arrows, they raised their axes and broadswords, and shimmered with extremely sharp and cruel light in the coastal sun.

"Long live the Explosives!"

When the rain of arrows fell again, Lynn heard the cotton-armored soldiers in front of her shouting loudly.

His face suddenly darkened, and he vowed to change his slogan next time.

Demacia, for example, is very good.

The guard Hood held the wooden pole of the wall with both hands, and looked at the scene outside, stunned and motionless.

When the first wave of reinforcements from the lord came into contact with the pirates in front, he watched the pirates slaughter like chopping melons and vegetables, and were unprepared for the fierce counterattack of the fishing village port.

Hood knew that victory in this battle would necessarily belong to the castle of the fishing village.

However, when he raised his eyes, he looked at the dirt slopes on both sides of the valley.

When I saw the archers and soldiers wearing only pants, lined up in a long horizontal line on the hill, as if they were training to shoot ducks, they skillfully pulled the bowstring again and again, and began to shoot sharp arrows into the crowd of pirates.

He thought it was going to be a crush.

Seeing Hood, who was accustomed to blood, his heart beat wildly, and the leader of the guards with a fierce face looked at his head, looked at Lord Lynn, who was tense and small-faced, and lowered his head a little lower.

This is a one-sided slaughter, and Lynn, who is seeing the power of the explosive corps.

Motionless, blinking.

The warriors on the beaches of the valley were killing like crazy, and the sturdy soldiers and pirates, each with their own weapons, either killed or killed.

The echo reverberated and came from afar.

There was the crackling of broken spears, the sound of swords clashing, and the strange cry of "Long live the blasters".

When Lynn realized that it was useless to open her eyes, she closed her eyes and listened.

He heard the hooves of horses, iron boots splashing in shallow water, and the dull sound of swords slashing through oak shields, and the pirates seemed to be forced to jump into the icy waters.

But to no avail, as long as there are people alive, the infantry and arrows of the blast regiment will meet them piece by piece.

The voice faded until it died down, and at last there was only a bleak wail.

The sun is shining, and the blood-colored sunset is gradually setting below the sea level.

Lynn took a deep breath, this is a level 1 explosive soldier, although the other side is not a regular army, just some untrained pirates, but the gap before this is too great.

Lynn was a little incredulous, he opened his eyes, looked at the frightened, a little wooden old bachelor Hill, and said, "Isn't there a lot of golden dragons in the pirate lair?"

He flipped through the information on the system panel.

[Current Upgrade Experience: 30.1/100]

There was a fire in his eyes.

And the latter didn't seem to hear Lynn's inquiry at all, and the old bachelor blushed and said excitedly, "My lord, I dare to swear that for every ten deaths of those damn pirates, we will die less than one." ”

Lynn was speechless, how many heads are you feeling?