Chapter 178 Leaving the city
Hand of the King, Duke Eddard Stark, stood at the head of King Tomb City, staring at the city that had just been breached, dazed.
The field of vision is full of bright red and burnt gray and black, the air is filled with acrid smoke and **** sll, and there are bursts of whimpering and howling in pain.
Is this my masterpiece?
No, this is the work of a king.
Flocks of crows spread their black wings, flying in the gray sky, circling, coveting, eager to enjoy this feast of flesh and blood.
"Lord Eddard," King Joffrey declared proudly, in shining gold armor and a spotless cloak, "I say I can conquer this city!"
"Yes, Your Majesty, you did it." Duke Ed did not want to argue with him.
He never doubted whether the army could capture the King’s Tomb City, but conquered...
Are the Dornishn that easy to conquer?
Duke Ed wandered around the city under his feet. One by one, the Dornishn were carrying corpses all over the ground. They were silent and suppressed, and one day they would explode again—
Like so many tis in history.
Wait until the army continues to advance, Wangzuocheng may rebel again, unless they leave an army to garrison, in this case, why didn't they just put an army here to monitor it in the first place?
That's right, now the king finally got his wish to eat in the castle of the Manwudi family, but the price was the lives of more than 3,000 soldiers.
This is a senseless sacrifice.
Duke Ed knew that his persuasion would not be useful, but he couldn't help but said:
"Your Majesty, our strategic goal this ti is to make the Martell family submit, not to capture every city in Dorne."
"If every Dorne city is captured, the Martell family will naturally succumb." The young king was very confident.
"No. Both Aegon the Conqueror and Daeron I proved that what you said is not true." Duke Eddard tried to impress the king with history and logic, "Every ti we capture a Dorne city, we must leave enough To prevent rebellion, this will lead to less and less mobile troops. Therefore, unless you encounter a city that must be captured like Tianji City, I really don't recomnd you..."
"There, there, Lord Eddard," said Queen Cersei impatiently. "You're nagging like my dying old Nan. You're not the only one in this world who knows how to command a battle. Look at this Didn't your king take the city easily? And this is just the beginning of his road to conquest, and soon you'll see the whole of Dorne crouching at his feet."
"That's right! Mother!" Joffrey stood proudly on the top of the city, smug, "We will rest in King's Tomb City for one night, 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 your own hands!"
After finishing speaking, he walked towards the city.
The king's arrogant yelling ca from a distance: "Tonight I will sleep in Earl Dagos Manwood's room, and let him sleep in the dungeon! Hahahaha!"
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"Boom boom boom!"
"Who!"
"Brother, it's !"
"Wait a minute."
Dickon had to stand outside the vault for a while before he saw the iron door open and Samwell ca out.
"Brother, what are you doing in there? Why is it taking so long?"
"Look for the golden dragon." Samwell threw a bag to his younger brother, "Go and share it with everyone."
Dickon opened the bag and glanced at it, then frowned:
"That's all?"
"No way. The Kogel family really doesn't have much money." Samwell patted his stomach and burped.
Dickon didn't ask any more questions, and went to distribute the money with the bag.
Lucas Dane ca over at this ti and said:
"My lord, sothing is wrong outside."
"What's wrong?"
"The Dornishn are gathering, and they are probably planning to take back the castle."
"These Dornishn are not afraid of death."
Samwell sighed, but didn't worry much.
He has just devoured almost all the gold and silver of the Kogel family. He didn't count the exact number, but he only knows that the current strength attribute has broken through to 8.19!
The violent power was circulating in his body, and he was worried that he had nowhere to vent it.
Lucas seed worried, seeing Samwell's indifference, he quickly persuaded:
"My lord, we really can't stay in Sandstone City for a long ti. We can't control this city. The Dornish people will continue to make us bleed. What's more, there is a large army outside the city. If they get news, they will definitely co back..."
"Don't worry, I never thought of really occupying this place." Samwell waved his hand, "Let everyone prepare, we will withdraw from Sandstone City before dark."
"Yes, my lord."
In fact, it didn’t get dark at all. Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Samwell found that he had to leave quickly.
There are more and more Dornish people gathered outside the castle. Although there are not many defenders in Sandstone City, the sturdy and tenacious Dornish folk customs made Samwell feel the feeling that the whole city is an enemy.
I can't wait any longer.
Samwell summoned his n, counted the number of people, and found that 27 cavalryn had been lost in the previous battle to break the city, and another dozen people were seriously injured. It is not known whether they can still rush out with the team.
Lucas ca to report after observing the city wall for a while:
"My lord, the Dornish people are blocking the door, so it's not easy to rush."
Samwell also saw the Dornishn blocking the gate of the castle, and found that this distance was not enough for the cavalry to accelerate, and once the cavalry could not accelerate and fell into the siege of the Dornish, they would have to pay a high price if they wanted to escape.
After thinking for a while, Samwell thought of a way:
"Then start rushing from inside the door!"
"Inside the door?" Lucas froze for a mont.
"Yes." Samwell pointed to the gate of the castle, and followed the vestibule, hall, and atrium all the way inward, "The gate of the hall was removed, and everything inside was cleaned up. We lined up in the castle hall, starting from the innermost Rush out!"
Lucas' eyes lit up, and he imdiately realized that this thod is indeed feasible. Although the distance is only about one or two hundred feet, it can already speed up the cavalry.
"Okay! I'll make arrangents now!"
Outside the castle, a knight of the Kogel family was mobilizing loudly, and his speech was very provocative.
Under his call, four to five hundred Dornishn had gathered at the gate of the castle. Although they were not real soldiers, they at least had weapons and blood. Driven by anger and hatred, they blocked the gate of the castle.
This was actually the idea of the Dornish knight. He was well aware of the weakness of the cavalry, and he knew that the soldiers he assembled were not well-trained soldiers. The River Bend Cavalry is the best choice to rush up.
"We will make the people of Riverbend pay with their blood!" the Dornish knight at the gate of the castle roared.
"Blood debt!" Hundreds of benefactors responded in unison.
"We want the people of Hewan to co and go!"
"There is no return!"
"We're going to make the Riverbend people..."
At this mont, the hinges creaked, and the heavy castle gate slowly opened.
The Dorne knight turned around in surprise, and then heard the dense sound of horseshoes in the castle.
what happened?
When he saw the Riverbend people rushing out of the castle hall, he was completely dumbfounded.
Almost instantly, the Riverbend Cavalry rushed out of the castle.
This distance is not enough for the cavalry to accelerate to the limit, but it is enough for them to charge up.
And once they charged up, it would be impossible for the improvised Dorn "army" in front of them to stop them.
After all, these Dornishn had no shields, spears, or even leather armor. Most of them ca with scimitars and long swords, a few with bows and arrows, and so even ca with hoes...
Courage is comndable, but unfortunately, the battlefield only believes in strength.
Samwell is still in the lead. Although he has changed his surna to Caesar, he is still a Tully who believes in "I am the pioneer".
The soaring strength just now gave him an uncontrollable desire to vent, as if he wanted to tear everything in front of him to pieces.
So this ti, instead of choosing the warhamr [Thunder], he drew out the giant sword [Dawn].
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but this legendary magic sword from beyond the sky seems to suddenly beco more obedient and more—
Surrender.
The milky white sword body quickly erged with red and golden lines, densely packed, exuding the vast atmosphere from ancient tis, and the hot fire.
clang—
The air is instantly dry and hot.
Samwell swung the first sword.
The flaming giant sword draws a fiery arc, like the kiss of death.
Blood flowers blood in front of the castle gate, like a rain of roses all over the sky. In an instant, more than a dozen Dornishn were engulfed in flas.
This terrifying scene even made the Dornish people have no ti to think, and they all froze in place.
At this ti, Samwell had already ramd into the Dorne army on horseback.
He felt that he was still very strong, so he swung the huge sword in his hand and swung it again.
The second sword.
The piercing sword light plowed a **** passage in the Dornish army formation, just like the waters of the Red Sea split to both sides in front of Moses.
The river bay cavalry behind them also crashed into the **** road, tearing apart the Dornish army formation with bigger and wider openings.
Samwell's pupils turned red at so point, like flas, like blood, like an abyss that swallowed everything.
And he is still not exhausted, and he can still cut out—
The third sword!
Chi la!
The fiery red sword light cut out a blood moon in the crowd.
The Dornishn finally collapsed completely.
In the face of this terrifying power that does not belong to the world, no matter how tough the people are, they cannot maintain blood and courage.
So people turned around and ran away, so threw down their weapons, so knelt down and surrendered, so chanted scriptures and begged the gods for forgiveness...
The riverbend cavalry rushed out of the castle and galloped on the street, with no obstacles ahead.
At the forefront of this invincible cavalry formation, Samwell was still holding his giant sword [Dawn].
She, who had just drank blood, beca even more bewitching and deadly.
The fire light on the sword gradually dimd, and the red-gold lines reappeared.
The dense lines, like spells, are flickering on and off at this mont.
With a peculiar rhythm and rhythm, like a beating heart.
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