Chapter 495: Counterattack

After waking up during the day, Lannister's army dismantled the camp unhurriedly and began to retreat slowly.

However, the Targaryen army seemed to suspect that the opponent was deceiving, and was not eager to pursue it. Instead, they quietly waited and watched for a while, and found that the opponent was indeed going to retreat before hurriedly chasing them to prevent the opponent from actually escaping.

However, Oberon's pursuit happened to fall into the opponent's trap. The edge of the Red Lake was wrapped in a vast forest. This is where the children of the forest once fought with humans.

"It's now!"

"Kill these invaders!"

Targaryen's army strayed into the encirclement of the Lannister family under the pursuit, and Lannister's army suddenly turned around, shouting killing in all directions.

Afterwards, the two sides experienced a fierce fight in the forest, and the Targaryen army was beaten up and retreated all the way to the edge of the Red Lake.

"escape!"

"Run away!"

They even lost their big camp, and were burnt down by Lannister's army, turned into bereaved dogs, and fled a long way.

After a while, the Lannister army could not catch up and then retreated.

The Lannister army won its first victory since the war in Twin River City.

The great Sir Stephen Lannister decided afterwards and led the soldiers of the Western Territory to defeat the famous Prince Dorn.

The following day's fierce fighting ended, the Targaryen army had escaped without a trace, and night gradually fell.

Lannister Barracks.

"Come!"

"Toast together!"

"Congratulations to General Stave Lannister!"

A knight wearing the coat of arms of the Pine family took the lead to stand up, holding up a wine glass and cajoling everyone to toast to Stilford.

"For Master Stevie!"

The atmosphere at the dinner was warm, and the rest of the Western Knights and nobles raised their glasses.

Only one knight with burn marks on one half of his face seemed to have a weird temperament. He dismissed the dinner party. Although he also raised his glass, he drank it himself.

Lannister's army repelled the Targaryen army, and the opponents smashed their heads. They naturally returned to the abandoned camp.

Today, Lannister’s barracks are full of joyous voices, even wine is opened, and a banquet is set to celebrate the victory of this war.

Except for the ‘hunting dog’ Sandor Gregor, the rest of the nobles and knights in the army sat in a group and raised their wine glasses to toast to Sir Stephen Lannister, who led everyone to victory.

And Sir Stave, who was obese, had a ruddy complexion at the moment, his eyes blurred, and it was obvious that there was something floating.

"calm!"

"Stewart, calm down!"

Although he had been admonishing in his heart that he should be calm at this time, after all, the war was not over, and Oberon was not a good person to deal with, so he still needs to be cautious next.

But this hearty and tangible victory, as well as the intensive praise after the war, still made him somewhat uncontrollable.

He defeated the famous Oberon, and the Targaryen army was not as unmatched as it seemed.

And it seems that after this war, he has already jumped to the ranks of his cousin Tywin Lannister, Landau Tully, King Robert, and other outstanding commanders.

"Hahaha, guys...you praised it."

"A little record is not enough."

Stave was wearing the Lannister family's black and gold armor, and he untied some of the armor belts to reveal the inner lining.

His long sword was placed on the edge of the chair beside him, full of alcohol, stood up with the wine glass in his hand and then drank it, again in exchange for the cheers of the audience.

"Humph--"

Only Sandor Gregg severely tore off a piece of meat with a leg of lamb in his hand and snorted disdainfully. Gu Zi chewed.

According to Stewart's judgment, the Targaryen army should not make a comeback in a short time after this setback.

After all, their camps have been burned down.

In fact, this was the place where the Lannister army commander was most at ease, and he therefore promised that the nobles and knights under his command could celebrate with a banquet tonight.

Because according to the practice of fighting between the two armies, as well as the basic common sense of commanding soldiers, no matter where the war goes, the camp must be set up first.

The barracks are the foundation of an army. How can you do without a home when marching and fighting?

Otherwise, there would be no place to store supplies and supplies, and soldiers would not be able to rest at ease or bury pots for cooking, and morale would inevitably collapse.

The Targaryen army had no castle or town nearby, and the Lannister army burned down the camp when it was a thousand miles away, including a large amount of supplies in the barracks.

Therefore, for the Targaryen army, there are only two options tonight. Either retreat to a far place and build a new camp quickly, or simply retreat and wait until the subsequent supplies from King's Landing and Hejian Land come up. Re-attack the Western Territory.

But at that time it may not be just these troops. Perhaps Oberon would choose to go to King's Landing and even ask the newly crowned Viselis to send the legendary dragon to help.

Stilford had seen the giant dragon, which left a deep impression on him.

But cousin Tai Wen cheered them on and told everyone that the West is mountainous, and only relying on giant dragons to fly around in the sky, unable to conquer the West, just like the conqueror attacking Dorn.

As long as they can keep all the passages into the west... in the future...

Stefo was drunk, his brain was dizzy, and he even lay down on the table to take a nap. Except for a few people such as Sang Duo, most of the nobles at the banquet were drunk.

At this moment, outside Lannister Barracks.

The horseshoes were wrapped in cloth strips, and all the soldiers held tree branches in their mouths~www.NovelMTL.com~ to prevent any noise from making any noise. The Targaryen army unknowingly touched it back outside Lannister's barracks.

"grown ups?"

A guard turned his head and looked at Oberon.

Prince Donne, who had retired during the day, was now wearing armor and looking vigorous, with a pair of eyes coldly looking at the brightly lit military camp in front of him, especially the high-hanging golden lion flag, and clenched his fist tightly.

He has only more than 20,000 people. Facing the western army with more soldiers and more sophisticated weapons and equipment, he will not tolerate a single mistake.

But it was such a difficult challenge that made Oberon excited.

"Kill them all!"

Following an order, the horn suddenly sounded.

"kill!"

The roar of rage resounded like thunder outside Lannister's barracks, and countless Targaryen troops flooded from all directions like a torrent.

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