"We're done."

Tyrion Lannister sat at the top of the sand dune and said with a dejected expression.

When the news of the Battle of the Sea of Dorne came, he was completely dumbfounded.

And Tyrion couldn't figure out how the mighty Qingting Island fleet could be defeated by a fleet that had just been established for a short time.

And so badly defeated.

"It's the end of the Qingting Island fleet, what does it have to do with us." Boron lay flat on his side, one foot raised high, swaying leisurely in mid-air.

"I told you you don't understand either." Tyrion grumbled, "And you don't care. ”

"I really don't care. I'm a mercenary, I take money to do things, and when you can't pay the gold, I'll turn around and leave. ”

"You're a knight now." Tyrion reminded.

"Mercenaries, knights, what's the difference?"

Tyrion was deflated: "Well, I'm afraid it really doesn't make a difference to you. ”

He got up from the ground and shook off the sand from his body.

The sun was setting over the horizon, and the western sky looked like a bleeding wound.

The city of Ellenwood stands to the north, its walls mottled with bloodstains that take on an eerie purple color in the setting sun.

"With the support of Storm's End, it is impossible for the Martel family to take this castle." Tyrion let out a gasp of wine, "It's time for us to change our strategy." ”

"Ready to run?" Bronn asked in a flirtatious tone.

Tyrion rubbed his nose and didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either:

"I'm going to meet Princess Aleen."

"Can't you bear that Dorne girl?" Bronn teased, "Give up, she doesn't like you, and ah, she's in big trouble right now." ”

"I've always had a lot of trouble." Tyrion staggered down the dunes with his short legs.

All the way to the Chinese military camp tent, after some reporting, the guards let him in.

Incense was lit in the tent, dispelling the smell of blood in the camp, and Princess Arleine Martell was reclining on a cashmere carpet, casually wearing a tulle sleeveless dress, her plump and round body curves exposed, and under her long black eyelashes, a pair of large eyes seemed to be open and closed, languid and charming.

"Your Highness the Princess." Tyrion bowed respectfully.

"Tyrion, do you want to drink?"

"No, I just drank quite a bit." Tyrion sat down on a bench and looked at Princess Dorne in front of him, sighing to himself—

This is a poor man, too.

"Your Highness," Tyrion said, pondering, "we're in a bad situation right now, so ......"

"You want to run?" Princess Aleen suddenly opened her eyes, and an awe-inspiring killing intent rushed towards her.

"Of course not." Tyrion hurriedly explained, secretly scolding in his heart why this woman was so murderous, "I just think that I'm afraid Irenwood City can't be captured, so it's better to withdraw the army." ”

"Withdrawal?" Princess Arleon got up from the carpet and walked barefoot, and stood still in front of Tyrion, looking at him condescendingly, "Tyrion, have you forgotten your promise to help me kill all the betrayers?" Or do you not want to marry me anymore? ”

The rich aroma mixed with the smell of wine hit the face, and Tyrion couldn't help but rub the tip of his nose.

"Of course I want to marry you, that's why I persuaded you to withdraw your troops." He explained, "The fiasco of the Qingting Island fleet may have a greater impact on the current situation than you think. ”

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Tyrion tilted his head, took a step back, looked at her face clearly, and said:

"First of all, the Sea of Dorne is now under the control of the Stormlands fleet, and they can deliver food to Ellenwood City this time, and soldiers next time. As long as Caesar is determined to support House Ellenwood, we will not be able to take this city.

What's worse is that without the protection of the Qingting Island fleet, the Stormlands fleet can come and go freely in the Green Blood River, cutting off the most important trade route in the eastern part of Dorne's territory, how did Daeron I conquer Dorne back then? Not precisely by controlling the river of green blood.

Dorne is much weaker now than it was then, and Caesar only needs to adopt the same strategy, and Dorne is destined to fall apart. ”

Princess Alen fell silent when she heard this.

After a long time, she spoke again, and said:

"The Lannisters don't want to see Dorne fall into Caesar's hands, do they? So, it's time for you to provide support, food, soldiers, these real supports, not just me as a dwarf like you. ”

"Your Highness, what you said really makes me sad." Tyrion deliberately covered his heart with his hand, "But you know, this dwarf in front of you has wiped out Stannis Baratheon's entire fleet in Blackwater. ”

"Then you're going to wipe out the Stormlands fleet too." Princess Aleen leaned forward, revealing a hint of snow, "As long as you can do it, I'll give you a taste of Dorne in advance." ”

Tyrion's Adam's apple rolled violently, and his eyes stared straight ahead, unable to take his eyes off it:

"I'm very excited, but ...... The same trick can't fool people twice, not to mention, the wildfires that the Mad King has accumulated for decades have been exhausted by me, and I can't do it even if I want to repeat the battle of Blackwater. ”

"If you can't do it, then let King's Landing send someone to help!"

"I'll write back to King's Landing."

Both fell silent at the same time.

After a moment, Princess Alyne said abruptly:

"King's Landing won't support the Martell family, will it?"

Tyrion knew what he should do at this point, and he knew that the Lannisters needed the Martells to hold Caesar back in the South, but he couldn't say anything when the words of deception came to his lips.

After all, I can't be as cold-blooded as my father. He thought to himself, and he couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or happy.

"If I were you," Tyrion earnestly advised, "I'd find a way to settle with Storm's End." ”

"You told me to surrender to Caesar?"

"You can say the same thing......"

Princess Aleen burst out laughing.

After laughing for a long time, she suddenly turned cold again, and her tone was sonorous:

"Have you forgotten the language of the Martels? Unyielding, unyielding, unyielding! I will never bow to Caesar! ”

Tyrion sighed and said:

"Alright, I'll go back to King's Landing and do my best to get some support for you."

Princess Aleen didn't speak, not knowing if she guessed that the other party was just making an excuse to slip away, so she turned around and lay back on the woolen blanket and drank to herself.

Tyrion bowed and left the tent.

Porlon, who was standing guard outside, saw him come out, whistled, and asked:

"How? Did you conquer that Princess Dorne? ”

Tyrion was in no mood to pay attention to Bolon's teasing, bowed his head and took a few steps, and said:

"Clean up, let's go back to Yang Halberd City."

"Slip back to King's Landing by boat from Halberd City?"

"Yes." Tyrion pursed his lips, "But I have one more thing to do before I go." ”

(End of chapter)