Duke Eddard Stark, the Hand of the King, stood at the head of the city's mound, looking at the newly breached city, stunned.

The field of vision was bright red and burnt grayish, the air was filled with spicy smoke and blood, and there were bursts of whimpering moans and howls of pain in my ears.

Is this my masterpiece?

No, it's the King's handiwork.

Flocks of crows spread their black wings and flew across the gray sky, hovering and coveting, eager to feast on this feast of flesh and blood.

"Lord Eddard." King Joffrey, dressed in glittering golden armor and spotless cloak, proudly declared, "I'll say I can conquer the city!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, you did." Duke Ed didn't want to argue with him.

He never doubted that the army would be able to capture the castle of Wangzuka, but conquer.

Are the Dornites so easy to conquer?

Duke Eddard's gaze wandered through the city beneath his feet, Dorn's corpses all over the ground, they were silent, depressed, and one day they would explode again.

Like countless times in history.

When the army continues to advance, Wang Zuncheng is afraid that it will rebel again, unless they leave an army to garrison, in that case, why not just put an army here to monitor in the first place?

Yes, now the king was finally able to dine in the castle of the Manwudi family, but at the cost of the lives of more than 3,000 soldiers.

This is a senseless sacrifice.

Duke Ed knew that his advice would not be useful, but he still couldn't help but say:

"Your Majesty, our strategic goal this time is to bring the Martell family to its knees, not to capture every city in Dorne."

"Conquer every city in Dorne, and the Martell family will naturally succumb," the young king was confident.

"Nope. Both Aegon the Conqueror and Daeron I have proved that what you say is not the truth. Duke Ed tried to impress the king with history and logic, "Every time we capture a city of Dorne, we must leave enough troops to prevent a rebellion, which will cause us to have fewer and fewer mobile forces. So, unless you come across a city like Tianji Castle that must be captured, I really don't recommend that you do it again."

"Alright, alright. Lord Eddard. Queen Cersei said impatiently, "You are nagging like my dying old granny. You're not the only one in this world who knows how to command a battle. Look at the city, your king didn't take it very easily? And that's just the beginning of his conquest, and soon, you'll see the whole of Dorne prostrate at his feet. ”

"That's right! Mother!" Joffrey stood tall at the head of the city, full of ambition, "We will rest for one night in the city of Wangzuka, and continue to march tomorrow!" I heard that the 'Red Viper' has assembled an army in Tianji City, haha, I want to cut off the head of this poisonous snake with my own hands!"

Then he walked into the city.

From afar the king shouted arrogantly: "Tonight I will sleep in the room of Count Manwudi, and let him sleep in the dungeon!" Hahahaha!"

"Knock knock!"

"Who!"

"Brother, it's me!"

"Wait a minute."

Deacon had to stand outside the vault for a moment before the iron door opened and Samwell stepped out.

"Brother, what are you doing in there? How did it take so long? ”

"Scavenge the Golden Dragon." Samwell tossed a bag to his brother, "Go and share it with everyone." ”

Deacon opened the bag and glanced at it, and suddenly frowned:

"That's it?"

"No way. The Koggles don't really have much oil and water. Samwell patted his stomach and burped.

Deacon didn't ask too much, and went to divide the money with the bag.

Lucas Dane came over at this time and said:

"My lord, something is wrong outside."

"What's wrong?"

"Dorn is gathering, I'm afraid they're ready to take back the castle."

"These Dornites are not afraid of death."

Samwell sighed, but didn't worry much.

He had just devoured almost all of the gold and silver of the Coggle family, and he didn't count how much it was, but he only knew that his current strength attribute had broken through to 8.19!

The power of the rage was circulating in his body, and he was feeling that he had no place to vent.

Lucas, however, looked worried, and seeing Samwell's indifferent appearance, he hurriedly persuaded:

"My lord, we really can't stay in Sandstone City for a long time, we can't control this city, the Dornish will continue to bleed us, not to mention, there is a large army outside the city, they will definitely rush back if they get the news......"

"Don't worry, I didn't really want to occupy this place." Samwell waved his hand, "Let's get ready, we'll get out of Sandstone City before dark." ”

"Yes, sir."

In fact, it didn't wait until it got dark. Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Samwell found himself in a hurry to leave.

More and more Dornites gathered outside the castle, and although there were not many defenders in Sandstone City, Samwell felt that the whole city was the enemy.

I really can't stay any longer.

Samwell gathered his men and counted the number of people, and found that twenty-seven cavalrymen had lost in the previous battle of breaking the city, and more than a dozen others were seriously wounded, and he didn't know if he could still rush out with the team. ，

After observing the walls for a while, Lucas came to report:

"My lord, the Dorns are blocked outside the door, it's not easy to rush."

Samwell also saw the Dornish people blocking the castle gate, and found that this distance was not enough for the cavalry to accelerate, and once the cavalry could not accelerate into the encirclement of the Dorn, if they wanted to escape, they would probably have to pay a great price.

After thinking about it for a while, Samwell came up with a solution:

"Then start rushing through the door!"

"Inside the door?" Lucas was stunned for a moment.

"Yes. Blade Samwell pointed to the castle gate, and then went all the way inside along the vestibule, hall, and atrium, "Tear down the hall gate, clean everything inside, and we will line up in the castle hall and rush out from the innermost!"

Lucas's eyes lit up, and he immediately realized that this method was indeed feasible, although the distance was only about one or two hundred feet, but it could already allow the cavalry to speed up.

"Good! I'll arrange it!"

Outside the castle, a knight of the House of Coggle was making a loud mobilization, and his speech was incendiary.

At his call, four or five hundred Dornites had gathered at the gates of the castle, and although they were not really soldiers, they were at least armed and bloody, and they were driven by anger and hatred to block the gates of the castle.

This was actually the idea of the knight of Dorne, he was well aware of the weakness of the cavalry, and knew that he was not gathering well-trained soldiers at all, and it was impossible for them to remain calm and formed in the face of the cavalry charge, so it was the best choice not to let the riverbend cavalry charge.

"We want to make the people of Hewan pay for their blood debts!" The knight of Dorne at the gate of the castle roared.

"Blood debt and blood payment!" More than 100 benefactors responded in unison.

"We want to let the people of Hewan have no return!"

"There is no return!"

"We're going to let the people of the river."

At that moment, the hinges creaked, and the heavy castle gates slowly opened.

The knight of Dorn looked back in some surprise, and then heard the sound of horses' hooves in the castle.

What's going on?

When he saw the Riverbend people rushing out of the castle hall, he was dumbfounded.

Almost instantly, the riverbend cavalry rushed out of the castle.

This distance was not enough for the cavalry to accelerate to the limit, but it was enough for them to charge.

And once it rushes up, it is not something that the makeshift patchwork of Dorne "army" in front of you can stop.

After all, these Dornes had neither shields, nor spears, nor even leather armor, and most of them were armed with scimitars and long swords, a few with bows and arrows, and some even came with hoes......

Courage is commendable, but alas, the battlefield only believes in strength.

Samwell is still in the lead, and although he has changed his surname to Caesar, he is still a Tully who believes in "I am a pioneer" at heart.

The power that had just skyrocketed gave him an irrepressible desire to vent, as if he wanted to tear anything in his way to shreds.

So this time, instead of choosing the warhammer [Thunder], he drew the giant sword [Dawn].

I don't know if it's an illusion, this legendary magic sword from outside the sky seems to have suddenly become more obedient and more.

Submit to.

Red and golden lines quickly appeared on the milky white sword's body, densely packed, exuding the vast aura from ancient times and the scorching firelight.

Qiang.

The air is instantly hot.

Samwell swung his first sword.

The fiery red greatsword drew a fiery arc, like a kiss of death.

Blood flowers bloomed in front of the castle gate, like a rain of roses in the sky, and in an instant, more than a dozen Dornish were engulfed in flames.

This horrible scene made the people of Dorne not even have time to think, and they were all stunned in place.

By this time, Samwell had already ridden into the Dorne army.

He felt that he still had plenty of strength, and as soon as the giant sword in his hand turned, he swung it again.

The second sword.

The chilling light of the sword plowed a bloody passage through the Dorne army, like the waters of the Red Sea parting in front of Moses.

The Bend Cavalry behind them also crashed into the bloody path, tearing the Dorne army formation bigger and wider.

Samwell's pupils turned red at some point, like flames, like blood, like an abyss that devoured everything.

And he is not exhausted, and he can still cut them one by one.

The third sword!

Phew!

The fiery sword light slashed through the crowd with a round of blood moon.

The Dornish finally collapsed completely.

In the face of this terrible force that does not belong to the world, no matter how fierce the people are, they cannot maintain their blood bravery.

Some turn around and run, some throw down their weapons, some kneel and surrender, some chant scriptures and ask the gods for forgiveness...

The bend cavalry rushed out of the castle and galloped through the streets, ahead of them, without any hindrance.

At the front of this invincible cavalry ranks, Samwell still wields the greatsword [Dawn].

She had just drunk blood, and she became even more strange and deadly.

The fire on the sword's body gradually dimmed, and the red-gold lines reappeared.

This dense, incantation-like pattern is flickering brightly and dimly at this moment.

With a peculiar rhythm and rhythm, like a beating heart.