The death of the Dorne woman did not cause a single ripple.

During war, life has always been the most disregarded.

What's more, his subordinates are all Riverbend and Valeers, and they are the two groups that hate the Dornites the most at the moment.

It would be more reliable for them to have mercy on a Dorne Lady than to let a spring spring emerge from the desert of Dorne.

After capturing the watchtower, Samwell did not continue his march, but let his troops rest on the spot.

This time to carry out the rear attack and harass mission, his strategy is just one word-

Gou, oh no, steady!

The rear of the Dorne people is not so easy to penetrate, don't look at the Dorne army has always been small, that is because the land of Dorne is barren, and due to the limitation of food and materials, they cannot afford to support a large number of unproductive troops.

But the people of Dorne are fierce and extremely xenophobic, and in the face of foreign invasion, it can be said that almost all the people are soldiers.

The Dorne Lady from before is a good example.

Under such circumstances, Samwell and his cavalry squad, which had penetrated deep into the rear, could easily fall into the "ocean of people's war."

Had to be careful, and careful.

So Samwell planned to let the remaining nine cavalry squads attract the attention of the Dornish first, mobilize the Dornish, and then he would find the right time to lead the army to attack.

On the ninth day of his stay at the watchtower, Samwell realized that he could no longer hold on.

Because they found a Dorne sentinel who had come to check on the situation, although this person had been intercepted by Samwell's troops, the Cogger family would definitely know that something was wrong with this place when they saw that the sentinel had not returned.

They were "Voldemort" for nine days, and finally they were exposed.

This was earlier than Samwell had expected, but the remaining nine cavalry squads should have attracted the attention of quite a few Dornish troops during this time.

So, at Samwell's order, two hundred cavalry galloped on horseback, and the smoke and dust were everywhere, and soon the watchtower was left behind, and they plunged headlong into the vast desert.

Anyone who comes to the Dorne Sand Sea for the first time can feel its magnificence and majesty, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and at a glance, the eyes are full of yellow sand, as if there is nothing else.

But if you really stay in this sea of sand for a long time, you probably won't want to come back in this life.

Because its beauty is monotonous and boring, there is really nothing left but yellow sand.

The wind in the sea of sand is very wild, often rolling up the yellow sand in the sky, if there is a sandstorm, the scene is even more terrifying, covering the sky and the sun, as if the end of the world is coming.

However, the deadliest thing in the desert is the lack of water.

Luckily, Samwell brought Lucas Dayne with him, a native of Dorne who knew the area inside and out and knew the approximate location of each water source.

But even so, getting water is always dangerous, because every water source has a Dorne soldier handle.

In the vast sea of sand, it is not easy to encounter a water source, and Samwell, under the leadership of Lucas, galloped for three days before finally finding one.

Samwell first asked the Falcon to scout in the air, and found that there was a small village of a few hundred people near the water source, but there were not many Dorne soldiers in it, only thirty or forty.

This amount is not a threat at all.

Samwell decisively gave the order to attack.

One by one, the cavalry turned over and lined up in several rows, slowly loosening the reins of the horses, kicking the belly of the horses, running faster and faster in the direction of the village, and finally entering the state of charging.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded densely, and finally became one, dull as thunder, and breathtaking.

Samwell undoubtedly rushed to the front of the line, the wind whistling in his ears.

The first rule of cavalry warfare taught to him by Count Landau was to take the lead.

Only when the manager rushes first, then the people behind will move forward.

Fortunately, Samwell's personal force is strong enough, and he didn't die honorably last time he rushed so much in Starfall City.

This time, the opponent was completely incomparable to the last time, so Samwell looked relaxed, and the giant sword behind his back was not drawn, but just brandished the war hammer and rushed into the village first.

His younger brother, Deacon Tully, screamed excitedly and charged after Samwell, as if his long-cherished wish had finally been fulfilled.

At this time, this village of Dorne has already exploded.

Without the protection of the castle, the few Dorne soldiers in the village did not dare to resist the cavalry charge, most of them scattered, only a few dared to hold scimitars, shouting, trying to make useless resistance, and the rest either hid in the villagers' houses, or found war horses and fled.

Samwell hadn't forgotten to send people to block the enemy's escape routes, but the problem was that in the vast desert, it was difficult to make the word total annihilation come up perfectly.

What's more, he only has two hundred cavalry under his command, how can he block all the escape routes.

But with the exception of a few that slipped through the net, the battle in the village ended cleanly, with Samwell as an arrow, a cavalry array swept through, cutting down the armed Dorne soldiers under their horses.

With just one face, the Dornish were scattered.

Samwell then ordered the battlefield to be cleaned up, and all the Dorne soldiers were killed, leaving no prisoners, but civilians were not allowed to kill indiscriminately as long as they did not actively resist.

While Samwell was drinking the cool water from the well, the pursuing cavalry returned, reporting that the two Dornites had escaped.

Samwell didn't care, anyway, their cavalry had been exposed, and there was no need to deliberately hide their whereabouts, unless he ruthlessly slaughtered all the civilians in this village, otherwise the news would definitely be leaked.

He told the soldiers to fill their water bottles, and was about to leave the place as soon as possible, when the attendant Kathu approached with a disheveled woman.

"My lord, we found a riverbend woman."

"Riverbend woman?" Samwell was stunned for a moment.

"My lord, my name is Salia, and I am a soldier of the Banner Wind Mercenary Regiment." The woman took the initiative to introduce.

She looked to be in her twenties, tall and muscular, with slender legs, eyes close together, and long brown hair slightly messy over her shoulders.

"Banner Wind Mercenary Regiment." Samwell seemed to have heard the name, "Is that the mercenary group from Old Town?" ”

"Yes, sir." Salia nodded hurriedly, "I'm from Old Town, and I was hired by a Dorne merchant to escort a batch of supplies from Old Town to Sandstone City half a year ago, but I didn't expect the war to break out. The Dornites held us down and did not allow us to return to the bend. We had to escape. It's a pity that he was still caught halfway. As a result, my companions were killed, and I was ...... by them."

Samwell looked at the woman's disheveled appearance and the bruises on her exposed skin, and had already guessed why the Dornites had spared her life.

"My lord! Can you take me away? I can fight for you! ”

Samwell was a little embarrassed: "We're on a mission, a dangerous mission. ”

"I'm not afraid!" Salia gritted her teeth and said, "And I've long wanted to avenge my friends!" ”

Samwell still shook his head: "I can give you some dry food and fresh water, and even a good horse, and you can go west by yourself to Starfall City, where the lords remain neutral in this war and will not embarrass you." ”

But Salia said angrily, "My lord, do you think that I am a woman, so I can't fight for you?" ”

Samwell was silent.

This is the default.

Salia snorted softly and said:

"My lord, my father was a mercenary and my mother was a female branch girl, and they were not married, so I was an illegitimate daughter. On the day I became an adult, my father came to me and wanted me to go with him, but my mother refused. My father slapped her to tears, then threw the sword in front of me and asked me if I wanted to choose his sword or my mother's tears.

I chose the longsword. ”

Salia pursed her lips with a resolute expression: "My lord, I am not a woman who can only cry, please give me a long sword and let me fight for you!" ”

After hearing this, his younger brother Deacon couldn't help but persuade: "Brother, let's take her." Otherwise, she may not be able to get out of this sea of sand alone. ”

Samwell took a deep look at the woman in front of him, and finally nodded:

"Yes. But if you die, we won't necessarily be able to send your bones back to Old Town. ”

Sharia smiled indifferently: "As long as I can kill a few more Dornes, I am willing to die in this desert." ”

"Okay." Samwell turned to his brother, "You give up a horse to this lady." ”

"Okay." Deacon agreed very simply, and immediately took Salia to lead the horse.

Samwell did not stay here long, and when the soldiers had finished resupplying, he ordered to continue their departure.

In the next few days, they met another village of Dorne on the march, and entered the village as usual to "resupply".

However, Samwell never found any trace of the Dorne Grain Carrier.

It stands to reason that now that the two armies of the Iron Throne are moving south from the Prince's Pass and the Bone Road, respectively, the Dornites must set up heavy defenses in the two places of Heaven and City and Ellenwood City.

As a result, food supplies from elsewhere would need to be transported to the two cities.

Maybe it's because the sand sea is so vast, and if you don't know where the logistics supply routes of the Dorns are, it's really not easy to come across them by chance.

Previously, Samwell fantasized that he could rely on his falcon to get high-altitude vision all the time, but now he found that this idea was not realistic.

The desert climate falcons are too bad to adapt, and often fly for a while before cowering under Samwell's cloak to hide from the scorching sun.

Samwell didn't dare to overload the falcon with force, so he only flew reconnaissance when necessary, and spent most of the rest of the time relying on scattered sentinels to gain peripheral vision.

For days, this cavalry squad swayed around Sandstone City, coming and going like the wind, never staying in one place for too long.

But even so, the Dorn army caught up with their tail.

"It should be a cavalry." Lucas voiced his guess, "Otherwise it would have been impossible to keep up with us." ”

"I'm curious how they got up." Samwell's eyes flickered.

He flew the falcon a few times but failed to spot the other party's figure, but only saw some traces left by the other party.

Lucas thought for a moment and explained, "I don't think it's weird. The sand sea is vast and vast, but the water source is only fixed, and the Dornish can track it down to determine our location, and even determine the route of my march in advance. ”

Samwell frowned and fell silent.

(End of chapter)