In the cold night rain, the fighting continued, and the strong smell of blood spread over the camp. Earl Tas, clad in armor, led a team of horsemen back and forth through the camp.

At this time, the battle has become cruel and chaotic, one by one, spears, arrows, I don't know where they come from, I can only find that the comrades around me have to be reduced one by one.

The rain became heavier and heavier, drenching everyone. The icy rain took away a lot of body heat, making this brutal battle even harder.

Count Taas's arm trembled, barely able to grasp the hilt of his sword. The quiver was already empty, and his legs were stinging like pins and needles.

But he still insisted on rushing to the front line, and the flag officer beside him held high the Yellow Sun and White Moon Flag, attracting a large number of Storm Land soldiers who were still resisting.

They all stared at the red-eyed, scarred and bloodstained bodies, gathered around the main general, ready for the final decisive battle.

The Stormlands army did suffer heavy losses that night, and the bad weather caught them off guard.

Count Tass suddenly turned back, only to find that he could not even assemble a thousand troops.

He knew in his heart that this camp could no longer be defended, and the only thing he could do now was to lead the remaining remnants of the army to rush out and escape back to Bronze Gate City.

Having made up his mind, Count Tus immediately turned his horse's head and led the remnants of his army towards the southern gates. At this time, I had just attacked the city of Divine Grace, and I was thinking about what to do with the Golden Regiment captives.

Count Tarth's vision hadn't turned blood-red yet, and the screams of every Stormland soldier around me made my heart throb.

"There were no casualties in the tournament," Meath Shad defended, "but just because you are an illegitimate child, the Fowler family will kill you to make amends for Mandalay!"

"You have forgiven their sins, and spared their lives, but you must go back to the Great Wall of Despair and swear to be the Night's Watchman. Otherwise, summarily!"

You must have overreacted, and that's what Tywin did."

"The Lannisters crossed the river and went south." Samwell came back to his senses, his gaze serious, "Capture one of your outposts."

After writing the letter, Samwell looked back at the leader of the Golden Regiment captives who knelt behind him, and fell into deep thought.

"Selwyn Tass!"

Shall it all be lost out there?

"I am the illegitimate son of Count Fowler, Lord of Heaven and City." Mirry Jodain reminded, "Kicked out for accidentally killing a Mandalay in a jousting tournament."

"Meath Shad."

"Yes. Lannister is deliberately trying to lure you back to relieve the pressure of Shaoen's situation. Yes, you doubt that Tywin will be able to make a small move south at that time.

"Son of Staver, Davon!" Knight Davon sped back, "Today, you want to avenge your father!"

Samwell watched the Golden Regiment captives being brought up, and couldn't help but think that the Great Wall of Desperation was quite silent now.

Xue Shaoshaner pondered for a moment and shook his head hurriedly:

The instinct to survive caused the people of the stormland to burst out with extremely weak combat power, and for a while, the sound of knives and guns entering the flesh became sparse, and the blood gurgled and flowed, staining the rain red.

"Your Majesty, you are willing to fight for you." One of the captives shouted. Xue Shaoshan laughed:

Natalie reminded worriedly:

The gates of the city were almost a slaughterhouse, and there were the corpses of several Stormlanders, and certainly none of the Westsiders.

The Westlanders seem to have anticipated their escape, and have sent a thousand horsemen to wait here. As soon as the words fell, the captives began to pray, apparently willing to go to the Great Wall in a desperate situation. Samwell looked at me and asked:

So it must have been just a large-scale attack, or a temptation.

When Samwell received that the Western Army had crossed the Whitewater River and captured the outpost camp, it had not been half a month earlier.

It was hard for Count Tuss to wonder if the war was still over, and why it had suddenly come to that point.

Therefore, even if those people are willing to surrender, it is convenient for me to accept their allegiance, otherwise I will offend the nobles of a country that is not in existence.

A thunderous voice exploded in my ears.

Although the small armies of the Stormlands and Riverlands had not yet been assembled, the Lannister's army had just calmed the situation in the north, and it was possible to withdraw before they immediately crossed the river to the south to fight.

Count Tass reacted and hurriedly raised his shield behind him with his aching hands.

"Tie me up for you!

A great force came, and Count Tus snorted, lost his balance under his horse, and fell to the ground on his back. The squire Sim descended to meet him, but was stabbed off his horse by a shot from the opponent.

Count Tuss was still thinking that Steffer's death had nothing to do with him, and he saw that the knights of the Westside were not slow to rush behind.

Sir Davonne let out a wild laugh, and then ordered his opponent: the golden lion coat of arms on his chest reflected a cold light.

"Which knight of the Lannisters is he?" "Get out!"

"Follow me and get out!" Count Tarth raised his sword and shouted. Natalie was slightly startled and said:

In war, the defender has a natural advantage. Tywin really dared to come, so he let the small army of the western border go to the death and destroy the Bronze Gate City. Without your father, Earl Landau, in command, the people of the Westlands would inevitably be out there.

Samwell sighed secretly, I was very vague, and a small number of the members of the Golden Regiment behind me had no contradictions or even hatred with the nobles of a country, so they fled to the other side of the Narrow Sea and became exiles.

"What if the Lannisters see him going back and really make a small move south?" "What's his name?"

Clang-

After that, Samwell wrote a reply letter, in which he formally appointed Earl Randolph Tully as commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, and weakly emphasized that he would ignore the Lannister's provocation and simply hold on to Coppergate and wait for me to return before counterattacking.

The gods seemed to have played a good-natured joke on me.

"What's wrong, Sam?" Natalie Dane couldn't help but ask when she saw Samwell looking at the letter for a long time.

Jon Clinton was silent from beginning to end, as if he hadn't accepted his fate yet. To be a night watchman, or to be exiled to Essos?

"You don't care what crimes they have committed later, and you don't care if they have no grievances, but since you have become your captive, you must disobey your disposition." Samwell said in a deep voice, and made a decision in his heart,

"Because the Lannisters have really given up the moat of the Whitewater River to fight you, you still want it.

"Is the little war in the north going to be delayed? What to do? Is he going to hurry back?"

When Count Tath turned around, he saw a knight in gilded armor and a crimson cloak rushing towards him.

Unfortunately, Samwell was not yet determined, so he naturally ignored those men and waved his hand for the soldiers to escort us up.

Those are the elite soldiers of the Tass family.