Chapter 494: Retreat
"Master Stevie!"
At this moment, a middle-aged man with a sad face and a little gray hair in the big tent spoke.
"My son died in the hands of Don Manzi! You see it! Everyone sees it!"
He is the Count Roland Krech of Crake Hall, and his second son Li Le has just died in Oberon's hands during a brief conflict.
The words of Count Roland Krecher made the great tent silent, and all the nobles and knights looked at each other, then bowed their heads and remained silent.
After all, the other party had just died of his son, any words at this time are likely to provoke hatred.
"This... Lord Roland."
And the sleek commander-in-chief Steve Lannister looked embarrassed, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.
Although he had led the battle alone several times and possessed a certain commanding ability, he was just a fight against invulnerable bandits and bandits, and he had also resisted the invasion of the iron people.
But Stevie also has a very obvious shortcoming, that is, he has never had any ideas.
In fact, if it were not for Tai Wen, there is really no trustworthy person available and would not use him.
If it weren't for Kevon and Jillian... Every time I thought of this, Tai Wen hated Viselis.
Stave’s younger sister is Tywin’s wife, Joanna, and Stave’s and Joanna’s common cousin is Tywin. It is precisely because of this complicated and blood-connected relationship that Tywin respects Stevie so much.
"Master Stevie."
However, Stewart Lannister was about to say something embarrassed, but was interrupted by Earl Roland.
The gray-haired middle-aged man stood up, looked at him sincerely and earnestly, and then looked around at everyone around him.
"Dorn's barbarians only took 20,000 people, and our number is not less than them."
"And the terrain here is more familiar to me than anyone."
"I have a good proposal, we can..."
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The army of Targaryen and the army of Lannister confronted each other.
However, in the early morning of the next day, the soldiers in charge of reconnaissance hurriedly came to report.
"Lord of the Legion."
Oberon was washing at the moment, naked upper body revealing dark brown skin and strong muscles, and his lower body was wearing a pair of sandy breeches.
He stood in front of a golden washbasin, rinsed his mouth, and then spit out the water in his mouth.
"My prince."
The barely dressed maid took a towel to help him wipe off the water droplets on his face, and then the jade hand stroked Oberon's chest slightly, and her beautiful eyes revealed a charming smile.
"tonight..."
But the barely dressed maid only spoke half of what she said, and then she glanced at the guard who had entered, then smiled again, picked up the golden washbasin, turned and swayed away.
Only Oberon in Targaryen's army can carry a female family, whether it is a mistress, a maid, or even a fairer-faced guard, this is also the privilege of the Prince of Dorn's diligence for many years.
However, although Oberon is obsessed with sensuality and love, and believes that this is the best gift that the gods bestow on mankind, he is a smart man, and a smart man will not let his hobbies affect his business.
The maid understood Oberon's temper, so seeing a guard coming in to report something, she immediately put the washbasin on and turned away.
Oberon also had a smile on his face, he liked the girl's sensibility.
Snapped--
Then he stretched out his hand and patted the upturned buttocks of the maid, which was full of elasticity, and made a crisp sound, in exchange for a scowl and scolding eyes.
Then, watching the half-concealed maid holding the washbasin and leaving, Oberon slowly retracted his gaze with unfulfilled talent.
"Um."
Looking at the guard who broke in, he lifted his chin slightly, and said.
"Go ahead, what's the matter?"
According to the rules of Oberyn’s army, if there is no major event, no one will bother him at this time in the morning, but since there are guards coming, it means that there is a major event.
"My lord, the Lannister family's army has withdrawn."
Then the guard hurriedly spoke.
"Oh?"
When Oberon heard the guard's words, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and a pair of dark eyes shone with light.
But he didn't seem to be surprised by this either. Oberon had thought a long time ago that the opponent would probably not fight him but retreat directly, and then he nodded.
"that's it?"
"Yes, my lord."
The guard nodded.
"Get out."
However, after the guard turned and left the camp, the smile on Oberon's face disappeared without a trace, and his face became serious.
He knew that his opponent was not the Duke of Tywin.
Oberon is confident that no matter how fast Tywin is, it is impossible for his soldiers to move as fast, let alone in the complex terrain of the mountains.
However, the West has a big family after all, although it is not the area with the largest area, the most population or the most abundant products in the West of the Seven Kingdoms.
But there is no doubt that the west is the richest, and the west is mountainous, and the output of gold and silver deposits is staggering.
According to legend, even the **** of the Duke of Taiwen was gold.
Such wealthy people in the West naturally employ a large number of troops and weapons.
Oberon only brought more than 20,000 people to capture the West, which is indeed a bit stretched.
However, he actually had an advance estimate for the current predicament, and he knew that this time the action would not be too easy.
But Oberon was an optimistic person. He never showed pessimism on his face. On the contrary, he always looked unhurriedly and held the victory, which made the officers and soldiers underneath full of confidence.
The result he most expects is naturally that the Lannister army in front of him can fight him upright.
In this way, he will at least have a chance to eat them ~ www.NovelMTL.com~ the vigorous force that severely inflicted on the Western Territory.
And what Oberon feared most was actually Duke Taiwen’s original deployment, ordering all the western troops to retreat to the castle, huddling and defending, not counterattacking or resisting, waiting for reinforcements to converge.
In that way, if Oberon wanted to win, the possibility of capturing the West would be greatly reduced.
As the Duke of Tywin, as a highly experienced and experienced commander, he naturally understood Oberon's weakness.
He doesn't need to compete with young people like Oberon for resourcefulness, to see who has the brighter mind.
He only needs to do his own thing step by step, be impeccable, and wait for Oberon's own weaknesses to be exposed.
"Fuck him!"
Oberon snorted heavily after picking up a toothbrush, then put on a sandy coat, opened the tent and walked out.
"Come on!"
"Chasing!"
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