The siege lasted three days.

The Southern Army organized more than a dozen waves of offensives, and each time they were able to reach the top of the city, but they could not completely break through the defenders' defense line and capture the city.

The army in the city was extremely tenacious, even if it was alone and there was no hope of support, even if the enemy's attacks were like a tidal wave, even if the number of casualties increased at a rapid rate, they still did not give up and fought to the end.

Samwell was not in a hurry, arranging the siege in an orderly manner, consuming the number of defenders and soldiers, while waiting for the arrival of the follow-up army.

At this time, the number of Confederate troops arriving at the front line had reached more than 70,000, including the 8,000 Unsullied who Samwell had high hopes for.

The dense tents were like savagely mushrooms, almost covering the King's Road, and all kinds of sounds drifted through the fields and woodlands, surging, completely suppressing the whistling wind.

In order to create a long pole to carry the banner, the trees within a radius of several miles were cut down, and in the sunlight, countless swords and spears shimmered like a forest of steel, flickering with a cold cold light.

When it's time to eat, thousands of bonfires fill the air with a pale mist.

With such a force, if it is not attacked at any cost, it is not difficult to crush the small city in front of Pingping.

But Samwell was a little hesitant.

After so many days of attacking, the small city in front of him was already crumbling, but the enemy army on the other side had not moved, and Duke Tywin seemed to have made up his mind to abandon this army on the south bank.

The other party was so decisive, Samwell was a little difficult.

Although eating this army on the South Bank can deal a heavy blow to the strength of the Lannisters, he is a little greedy.

So at this informal military meeting, Samwell seemed a little absent-minded.

"Tywin isn't fooled. Then, we can only wait for the Stormlands fleet to return before crossing the river. Earl Landau spoke.

Samwell didn't pick up.

Earl Landau is right, but even if everything goes well, the Stormlands fleet can successfully defeat the Iron Fleet and protect the riverbend, this round-trip trip has circled most of the Westeros continent, and it will probably be three or four months before it comes back.

What's more, this naval battle may not necessarily be won.

After all, the Iron People are the traditional overlords of the Westeros seas, and no one dares to say that they will win in the face of them.

If the battle is unfavorable, or if the battle is won but the losses are heavy, the Stormlands fleet may not be able to control the Blackwater River with the Braavos fleet intervening.

"Are the Braavos really here?" Someone asked.

Count Leighton Hightower said, "I have received definite information that Braavos's supposedly invincible fleet has indeed left the port, most likely heading for the Blackwater River. ”

There was a lot of discussion in the tent, some people cursed loudly, some people were impassioned, and some people expressed worry...... But no one dared to mention the withdrawal of troops anymore.

After all, they all knew the Storm King's determination, and the war had officially begun, and it would be suspected of disturbing the morale of the army to mention the withdrawal of troops.

After a long time of noisy and noisy noise, he did not offer any constructive suggestions, and finally was reprimanded by Samwell and rushed back to their respective camps.

Waiting for only the father and son to be left in the tent, Count Landau asked:

"Is the Stormlands fleet really on its way to Riverbend?"

"Of course it's true." Samwell shrugged helplessly, "The river bend can't be messed up, that's the bottom line." Otherwise, even if I capture King's Landing, those Riverbend nobles will no longer support me. ”

Count Landau also fell silent.

He understood the importance of prestige and prestige for a king, and that small tricks might be a temporary victory, but they would lose hearts and minds forever.

"In this case, then there is no need to rush to capture this small city in front of you." Earl of Randolph Road.

Samwell agrees:

"I think so, too, I can't cross the river for the time being, so I might as well keep this nail on the south bank and see if I can lure Tywin over."

"That's right. And even if Tywin doesn't come, the longer it drags on here, the bigger the demoralization blow to the army on the other side. No one likes to follow a manager who won't save him. ”

The Earl of Randolph is actually more patient than Samwell, and the battle-hardened veteran has long been accustomed to tug-of-war.

In the original Retainer War, he was able to stay outside the Storm's End for a whole year, and now he can surround the small city in front of him for more than half a year.

If Tywin did sit idly by and watch the defenders of the South Bank slowly die in despair, the prestige and strength of the Lannisters would have been dealt a major blow.

It is also possible to wait for the victorious return of the Stormlands fleet, and then it is safest to cross the river again.

Samwell certainly understood his father's psychology, and knew that this was actually what most of the Stormlands and Riverlands nobles were thinking.

Although the last time he was at Sycamore Manor, Samwell made the southern nobles appreciate the horror of the approaching winter through a show performance, and strengthened his determination to march north, but when these people come to their senses, I am afraid that few people really believe that the strange ghosts will come.

Even Earl Landau felt in his heart that his son was worried about some disaster that might not happen.

Samwell was also helpless about this.

But there's no good way.

Do you really want to trust that cunning spider?

Varys had been silent after sending an inexplicable letter through Mrs. Sataya, but Samwell knew that he would still be contacted.

After seeing off Earl Landau, Samwell was preoccupied and blew out the candles and prepared to sleep, but the curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted, and a figure crept in.

He was startled, but when he smelled the familiar fragrance, he relaxed again.

"Daenerys, why are you here?"

"I'm coming to see you." Daenerys slipped into her husband's arms.

"Didn't tell you to stay in Coppergate City and not come to the front...... Samwell was halfway through his words, and his mouth was gagged.

After some warmth, Samwell still said in a tough tone:

"Spend the night here today, but tomorrow you have to return to the rear."

"I'm dreaming again." Daenerys said softly.

Samwell was stunned for a moment and asked:

"What dream?"

"I dreamed that you were swallowed up by a snowstorm and completely disappeared. I kept shouting, I kept searching, but I couldn't find anything......"

"It's just a nightmare." Samwell hugged his wife tightly, a hand caressing her bulging lower abdomen.

Through his clothes, he could feel the heat emanating from it, like a fireball in her belly.

Daenerys said softly:

"Well, it's not all a nightmare. I also dreamed that you sat on the Iron Throne, wearing the crown of the ancestors of the House of Targaryen, looking down on the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms. ”

Samwell laughed:

"I love this dream. And it will come to fruition. ”

"Hmm." Daenerys shrunk into her husband's arms, her body relaxed, "I trust you, you'll be able to take me home soon." ”

Samwell suddenly realized that perhaps Daenerys was the one who was most desperate to break King's Landing besides himself.

"Yes, I'll be able to take you home soon."

(End of chapter)