The sunset over the desert is stunningly beautiful.

The western sky resembles a golden-purple tapestry, and the clouds bloom with brilliant and bright red colors, staining the river of green blood red. The desert turned from gold to orange and then to purple, and shadows like blood streamed across the ground.

It's a pity that Edmure Tully didn't have any intention of appreciating such a beautiful view.

The eldest son of the Duke of Riverrun was extremely embarrassed at this time, his red hair was scattered and tangled, it looked like it hadn't been washed for many days, the armor on his body was covered with mottled blood stains and messy knife marks, and his left arm was wound, wrapped in white gauze several times, but blood still oozed out.

He sat by the river of green blood, staring blankly at the sand.

Edmure still can't believe it's going to be like this.

Originally, the Second Army of the Iron Throne was going very well, under the command of Duke Tywin Lannister, they made their way south along the bone road, and after conquering the city of Ellenwood, the eastern army of Dorne had already broken up and could not organize a large-scale resistance again.

Some small attacks could not stop the pace of the army, and soon they were attacking the city and reaching the city of Yang Ji.

Victory was on the horizon, but everything suddenly took a turn for the worse.

The army of the western frontier actually withdrew without warning, and before leaving, it burned the grain and grass of the army in the riverland, valley, and stormland.

The fire in the middle of the night caused chaos in the camp, but fortunately, the Dornites did not attack out of the city, otherwise the army of the Three Realms would have directly bombed the camp.

But even if the Dornites miss this opportunity, the army of the Three Realms is already in disarray.

The nobles were arguing, blaming and cursing at each other, but Edmure Tully was not a tough man in the first place, and lacked enough prestige to suppress even the nobles of his own riverland, let alone the other two realms.

In this expedition to Dorne, the commander of the Vale army was "Bronze Jon", but this person had already died in the battle in Tianji City, and the commander of the Stormlands, Duke Lanli, had not returned from the mission to Yang Halberd City at that time.

Suddenly faced with a big change, none of the nobles of the Three Realms obeyed anyone, and they couldn't reach a consensus at all.

The nobles of the valley were clamoring to withdraw their troops, and when the news of the death of "Bronze Yoon" came, they began to make trouble, and the stormland was concerned about the situation of Duke Lanli, who sent an envoy to Yangji City, and was also clamoring to send another envoy into the city, as for the nobles of Hejian Land, it was even more chaotic, some said that they wanted to withdraw their troops, some said that they should go after the army in the west, and there were even those who had a fever and asked to attack Yangji City as soon as possible to get food and grass supplies......

Of course, everyone is scolding Tywin Lannister, and this is the only thing that is unanimous.

It was only in the evening that the messengers from the north arrived at the camp and brought the latest information about Tianji City, and the nobles of the three realms were shocked to understand why Duke Tywin had betrayed them.

Then there were quarrels, some to withdraw, some to negotiate peace with Dorne, and others to pursue the army of the West......

Edmure shouted hoarsely, and finally got the nobles of the Three Realms to agree to withdraw their troops first.

But when they returned the same way, they were shocked to find that all the towns and fortresses in the rear had been reoccupied by the Dorn!

When the army of the Western Frontier retreated, they did not forget to cut off their back route.

The ruthlessness of the old lion made the nobles of the Three Realms grit their teeth with hatred, and vowed to make the Lannister family pay for their blood debts.

But that was to wait for them to get out of the desert.

There was no food and grass supply, not to mention the discouragement of the army, and there was no powerful person to dominate the whole army, and the army of the Three Realms soon came to the brink of collapse.

Coupled with the fact that the Dornes were still harassing, finally on the seventh day of the withdrawal, the army of the Three Realms fell apart, and Edmu could no longer maintain the formation, so he could only let the noble knights of the Three Realms find their own way out.

However, after dispersal, although the armies of the Three Realms have become more free and flexible in their movements, they are also more likely to be targeted by the Dorns.

Edmure originally had nearly 2,000 soldiers and horses in Riverrun, but under the tracking and attack of the Dorn, his soldiers became fewer and fewer, and he didn't know whether he fell behind, escaped on his own, or fell into the trap of the Dorn, and in the end, the son of the Duke of Riverrun was left with less than 200 remnants of the defeated army.

In desperation, he had no choice but to abandon the infantry and flee alone with more than 50 horsemen.

But even so, he still couldn't shake off the tail behind him.

The Dornish were like snakes in the desert, difficult and dangerous, scurrying out of the shadows and biting from time to time.

"Lord Edmu," said Sir Engel in a hurry, "our men have discovered the ships of the Qingting Island fleet upstream!" ”

"Really?" Edmure stood up suddenly, his eyes finally shining with hope, "How far is it from us?" ”

"Not far away, the Sentinel spotted the Purple Grape Banner five miles upstream."

"Good! Let's go! ”

Escaping Dorne from land had become an almost impossible task, and the ships of the Qingting Island fleet that appeared at this time became their only hope.

The cavalry mounted their horses and headed east along the River of Green Blood.

The sun had completely set over the horizon, but the moon had not yet had time to climb up.

Edmure Tully was already in a hurry.

He swore he would never come to the ghost of Dorne again in his life.

And the Lannisters, who must get revenge!

Suddenly, the wind rose.

The hot, dry wind whipped up the dust.

Edmure and his party had to wrap their mouths and noses in robes and continue to walk with difficulty.

Finally, they saw the big ship on the Green Blood River, and the purple grape flag fluttering on it.

There has never been a day when the people of Hejian have felt that the flag of Qingting Island will be so beautiful.

The soldiers began to shout loudly, waving the trout flags of the Tully family and even lighting bonfires in an attempt to attract the attention of the boats in the river.

Finally, the Qingting Island warship spotted the river people on the shore and turned around.

Edmure looked at the ships that were getting closer and closer, and his mood became more and more excited.

Hopefully there is alcohol on board. He thought to himself, but soon laughed at himself, how could there be no wine on the ship of Qingting Island.

Edmure decided that after escaping this time, he must buy a hundred barrels of Qingting Island's golden wine and store it in the cellar of Riverrun.

"My lord, something seems wrong!" Sir Engel's voice was solemn, interrupting Edmure's thoughts.

"What's wrong?"

"This warship doesn't look like it belongs to Qingting Island."

"Are you sure?"

Sir Engel watched carefully for a while, and at last he exclaimed, with a look of trepidation:

"Nope! Wrong! The boat of Qingting Island is not this style! I'm afraid it's a trap! ”

Frightened, Edmure finally remounted at the urging of the knights and began to flee away from the River of Green Blood.

But alas, it was too late.

As soon as the ship found itself exposed, it blew its horn.

Soon, traces of the Dornish appeared in the desert.

Edmure frantically urged the war horse to try to escape from the encirclement, but after days of running and lack of forage, the war horse was so tired that it could not run fast at all.

"Lay down your arms, surrender or kill!" The Dornites began to persuade them to surrender.

Edmure turned a deaf ear and was still making his last efforts.

He didn't dare to look back, for fear that as soon as he turned his head, he would find that he had another batch of subordinates missing.

A withered willow tree appeared in front of it, and beside it was a stranded artemisia boat, upside down, like a simple log cabin.

As they passed the "houseboat", the wooden door was slammed open, and seven or eight Dornites rushed out with long-handled axes, just in the way of the escape of the rivermen.

"Lay down your arms, surrender or kill!"

Edmure slammed into the horse's belly, and the horse let out a mournful neigh, but was still struck in the leg by a long axe.

Edmure rolled in the sand with blood splattered, and when he finally stopped, he saw that a Dornite had rested his cutlass at his neck.

It's finally over. He was a little relieved.

"Edmure Tully?" The Dornes seemed to recognize him.

"Yes." Edmure gasped, "I ask for the prisoners. ”

"You'll have it." The Dornites pulled him up and led him to the river.

At this time, the "Qingting Island Warship" had also come over, and sure enough, all the people standing on it were Dorn.

Edmure was brought aboard the ship, and then he was greeted by a rather surprising face.

"Prince Dolang?"

"Sir Edmure." Prince Doran sat in a wheelchair, and behind him stood a giant man with a long-handled axe.

"I didn't expect you to come and arrest me personally, what an honor."

"I personally commanded this operation."

"Congratulations." Edmus said hatefully, "You've finally won a big victory. A great victory written in the blood of the soldiers of the Three Realms. ”

"Not much blood was shed." Prince Dolang's tone was gentle.

"What do you mean?"

Prince Doran pointed to the shore, where the Dornites were holding a river captive:

"I have given a strict order that as long as you lay down your arms, you will not be allowed to kill. So, now I have nearly 60,000 prisoners of the Three Realms in my hands. ”

Edmu's eyes lit up, if Prince Daolang's figure was not exaggerated, then the losses of the Three Realms army this time were indeed not heavy, and most of them became prisoners.

"Thank you for your kindness." Edmure's tone slowed down considerably, "The Riverlands will definitely pay the right amount of money to ransom these captives. ”

Prince Daolang shook his head and said, "I didn't say I was going to let you go. ”

"What do you mean? Are you using us as bargaining chips? Edmure narrowed his eyes, "Dolang, which side are you on?" ”

"Of course I'm on Dorne's side."

"Humph! I think you're just going to sell at a price. ”

Prince Dao Lang smiled slightly, neither denied nor admitted, and said:

"Now there's a problem you need to help solve?"

"What's the problem?"

"Grain."

Edmure immediately reacted: "What? You can't afford to keep so many captives, can you? ”

"Yes." Prince Dao Lang nodded in acknowledgement, "So, if you don't want to see your companions starve to death, you'd better get me a batch of food as soon as possible." ”

"Then you let me go back to Riverrun, and I'll go to the Riverland to help you raise food." Edmu.

"The riverland is too far away, I want you to go to the riverbend to help me raise it."

"Bend?" Edmure smacked his lips, "Okay, as long as you give me enough money." ”

Prince Daolang spread his hands: "No money, only one person." ”

"Who?"

"Loras Tyrrell."

Edmure sneered, "The third son of the Duke of High Court can't get the food of the 60,000 army." ”

"How do you know if you don't try." Prince Daolang seems to be confident.

"Yes. Then I'll make a trip for you. ”

"Thank you."

Edmure seemed to be a little incredulous that the other party let himself go like this: "Aren't you worried that I'll run away?" ”

Prince Dao Lang laughed and said:

"Of course you can run, as long as you're willing to bear the infamy of abandoning the riverside army."

(End of chapter)