When it was time to set off again, Samwell decisively removed his double-headed eagle flag.

At the same time, the knights of the Horn Tomb and the Valley also put away all the flags and replaced them with the previously captured flags of the Koggle family.

Three black scorpions on a red background.

This is only a crude disguise, and if the Dornians get closer, they can see the differences in their appearance, size, weaponry, etc.

However, if you are far away, it is difficult to see the anomaly.

But then, because of Samwell's disguised strategy, there was a crying and laughing oolong incident.

The reason was that a group of sentry horses he let go out of had gone too far and got a little lost, and just happened to meet a cavalry team with a red scorpion banner at this time, thinking that it was his own people, so he greeted it.

As a result, I didn't expect that the fake Li Ghost met the real Li Kuiyi, and the cavalry team was really from the Koggle family!

These two Hanhan Sentinels actually regarded the enemy as their own family.

It wasn't until they found out that there were obviously more than two hundred cavalry in the team that they realized that something was wrong, and in a panic, they actually made an even more stupid decision to turn around and run away.

In fact, if they don't run, keep a certain distance and continue to follow the Coggle family's team for a while, and then leave slowly, it is estimated that the Dorns will still think that it is their own sentry horse.

But now that they had just met and ran, the Dorns would certainly not look stupidly, and immediately divided a dozen horses to chase after them.

So, when Samwell saw that his sentry had actually lured the enemy over, he was so angry that he cursed.

"My lord! Discover the Dornish! Four hundred rides! Four hundred rides!" The two Hanhan sentry riders roared as they ran.

Samwell decisively ordered:

"Run!"

It has to be said that there are always all kinds of accidents in war.

And today, the evil taste of the gods doesn't seem to be over.

Just as the two cavalry teams found each other, they were engaged in a fierce chase.

The wind suddenly rose, the yellow sand covered the sky, and there was a sandstorm!

A curtain wall of yellow sand swept in from the western sky, sweeping past at great speed.

The two cavalry squads were like tiny ants in such a vision of heaven and earth, and they were swallowed up in an instant.

Samwell covered his mouth and nose with a scarf, unable to open his eyes, and hurriedly beckoned his cavalry to gather together, and surrounded his horses outside to shield them from the wind and sand.

At this time, the hatred between the enemy and the enemy is not worth mentioning.

Surviving a sandstorm is all that matters.

Samwell and the cavalry held hands and gathered together, and the only thing they could do was pray silently.

The sandstorm lasted almost two hours.

When the wind and sand gradually stopped, Samwell opened his eyes and realized that the world had changed.

The surrounding sand dunes are not in their original shape, and if you don't know that you are not moving, you will mistakenly think that they have been blown somewhere else by the wind.

But this also had the advantage of erasing all traces of their march.

Samwell asked his brother to count the numbers while releasing a falcon to scout at high altitudes.

Soon, the younger brother came back to report that there were no fewer people, only two war horses were trapped in the quicksand, and they struggled indiscriminately and were devoured.

The situation was better than Samwell had expected.

As for the war horses, they are also equipped with one person and two horses anyway, so that they will not change from cavalry to infantry after losing a few horses.

After a little trimming, Samwell re-sent the sentry riders and told them not to go too far this time.

In order to prevent Han Han from crashing into the enemy's ranks again, he also deliberately released a falcon to confirm the current position of the Dorn.

And this time, the Falcon quickly found the Dorne cavalry, and strangely, the other party actually ran in front of them!

That is to say, at a certain point just now, the two sides were almost face to face, shoulder to shoulder, and no one found anyone!

Moreover, the commander of the other party didn't know if it was because of carelessness or because he was stuck in a fixed state of mind, so he didn't send a sentry behind him to investigate!

In fact, under normal circumstances, there really will be no sentry riding behind him, after all, the field of vision is "bright" in the place where he just walked, so why bother to investigate it again.

But now, this negligence of the enemy immediately made Samwell breathless!

He knew that the fighter plane was coming!

"Lucas!" Samwell called out to his knights, "Get all the sentinels back at once!"

Lucas was a little confused: "My lord, there is no sentry horse, how can we go?" ”

"Come with me!"

Although Lucas did not understand the feudal king's intentions, he faithfully carried out the order.

After all the sentinels had withdrawn, Samwell followed the Falcon's guidance and led the team slowly south.

Soon, they saw the traces left behind by the Dorn.

At this moment, everyone in the team was breathing rapidly.

Without Samwell's orders, the cavalrymen had no one to talk to, and all of them tried to keep the noise between the marches as low as possible.

The cold murderous aura began to accumulate in silence, just waiting for a suitable time to vent out.

It has to be said that Samwell's move is actually somewhat risky.

What he gambled on was that the enemy didn't know that the target they were looking for had actually run behind him.

He gambled that the enemy's commander would not send sentinels to scout where he passed.

He bet that he would be able to sneak up on a distance suitable for charging before the enemy found out!

Although the enemy's cavalry was almost twice as large as his own, if he caught them by surprise, the victory would be his/her own.

In fact, at the beginning, Samwell didn't plan to take risks in this operation at all, he pursued stability.

But at this time, the goddess of victory has already sent such a fighter into his arms, and if he does not catch it, it will be a crime.

Moreover, according to his estimates, the cavalry squad in front should be the only cavalry force of the Coggle family, and Sandstone City is not a rich place, and the cavalry that supports three or four hundred people should be the limit.

In fact, Samwell was a little surprised that such a cavalry force, the Cogle family, was not sent to the front line of the war.

But as long as Samwell eats all the cavalry team in front of him this time, then the sea of sand in the area of Sandstone City will be at his disposal.

The remaining infantry of the Coggle family could only eat sand after them.

In that case, there would be no more risk to him in this harassment action.

In order to achieve such a strategic goal, it is perfectly worthwhile to take a little risk at this point.

The sun is sinking in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun renders this sea of sand an intoxicating golden yellow.

Samwell stopped suddenly, and the cavalry behind him stopped almost at the same time.

As he saw through the falcon, the Dorne cavalry in front also stopped.

"Dismount and rest, eat something, and don't light a fire." Although he knew that he was still far away from the enemy, Samwell unconsciously lowered his voice and ordered.

The cavalrymen turned over and dismounted, silently gnawing on the hard jerky, drinking water, accumulating strength, waiting for the upcoming battle.

Time passed strangely slowly in silent waiting.

Finally, when the sun sank completely into the horizon, Samwell was the first to turn over and mount his horse, and the cavalry did so without any orders.

In Suosuo's voice, a figure swayed ghostly in the darkness.

They left all their horses and baggage in place, put on their armor, and then slowly approached the trail left by the Dorne cavalry.

At this time, the sun had just set, the moon had not yet risen, and only a few stars were emitting a faint glow.

Close, close.

Samwell could already smell the horsey smell wafting through the air and the spice peculiar to the Dornens.

The gods really favored him, and even the wind was more favorable to him tonight.

After another step, Samwell was already able to see the shadowy figure in front of him!

The Dornish did not light a fire out of caution, but they were afraid that they did not know that death in the darkness was quietly approaching.

Deacon couldn't help but touch his brother's arm, and asked with his eyes if it was time to charge.

Samwell shook his head.

Continue to lead the army forward.

It's closer.

At this point, if the Dornians stood up and looked in this direction, they might be able to spot the anomaly.

It's too dangerous!

But Samwell was unusually calm at this time, and the hand holding the reins did not tremble in the slightest.

He found that he really had a big heart in this life, and the more dangerous the moment, the more calm he became.

Deacon felt like he couldn't breathe anymore, it was too close!

Even the steady Lucas couldn't help but want to persuade Feng Jun to not get any closer!

At this moment, Samwell finally grabbed the horse's belly and began to accelerate.

The wind on the battlefield suddenly became stronger.

Two hundred cavalry began to charge almost simultaneously, and the dense sound of horses' hooves resounded in the desert, and finally there was nothing to hide.

At this time, the Dornites had no idea what was going on.

They had just finished dinner and were about to go to bed, when they suddenly felt the earth tremble.

"Wang! Woof! Wang!" The first to be alerted was the hounds in the camp.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" Finally, the benefactor let out a hoarse cry.

But more people had blank expressions, they couldn't understand how the enemy they were looking for suddenly appeared behind them, and rushed to such a close distance!

The confusion was followed by panic and anger.

At this time, many of the Dorns had already taken off their armor, but seeing that the enemy was about to rush in front of them, they had no time to wear it again, so they picked up their scimitars and hurried to find their horses.

But even if they were on their horses, they didn't have time to line up, let alone speed up their charge.

Some people even fled in fright.

Several Dorne officers tried to stop and even draw knives to kill people, but they were unable to contain the panic spreading.

The whole camp was in disarray.

And at this time, Samwell had already led his army to kill.

Two hundred cavalrymen formed a sharp wedge-shaped array, and with the speed of a dash and a terrible inertia, swept past.

At the front of the array, a fiery red light suddenly lit up, like the dawn of dawn, tearing apart the heavy darkness.

What he brought with him was the breath of death.