The dirt road in the forest was muddy, and the wheels got stuck in the mud. The soldiers tried to pull it up by pulling hard.
A retinue rider rode a fast horse and rushed out of the dense forest ahead. The horse's chest and abdomen were filled with splashes of mud. He rushed in front of Suleiman's horse, turned over and dismounted, and almost fell down in his eagerness.
The retinue rider's voice sounded breathless, and his face was filled with sweat and shock. "Master Suleiman! We still haven't gotten rid of them!"
Suleiman tightened the reins and looked at Rosso Brune beside him.
Rosso's face was ugly, his lips were pursed tightly, and his eyes were full of frustration and confusion. He took a step forward on his horse, and his voice was very low, as if he didn't want the surrounding soldiers to hear:
"Suleiman-sama! This is impossible!"
"I personally led people to destroy all traces of our march!"
"I even sent people on several other forks in the road to create a lot of misleading fake traces!"
"I don't know how this group Ironborn did it!"
Suleiman's heart sank, trouble. He didn't know how the other party did it, but he knew how he found Oldstones. He had weird abilities.
Turn to "Flame" or in other words, turn to the existence named "R'hllor".
By sacrificing Ironborn in exchange for a brief view overlooking the earth, it feels like the soul leaves the body and soars to the clouds, and everything in the world turns into a sand table that can be observed at will.
He once again thought about the nature of this power, whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. Nothing in this world is free. Why does this power favor him so much? What is the cost of using it?
If you can do it yourself, it means there must be someone else who can do it.
Lymond. Lychester interrupted his thoughts. The old man's face was full of worry:
"I have summoned all the lords in the army."
"We must hold a military meeting to discuss countermeasures."
Another meeting, Suleiman I have a splitting headache, can it be cured? Westeros! Before any military order is issued, a meeting must be held first. When the meeting is over, the war will still be fought.
Every time he ordered a turn in the name of Lymond. Lychester, every time he adjusted the marching route, he would first summon representatives of all the noble knights and argue in the tent for a long time. In the end, the minority would have to obey the majority and pass a plan that was the least efficient and most mediocre.
The advantage of this type of collective decision-making is that no one needs to take full responsibility for the failure.
But the disadvantages were also obvious, and the efficiency was appallingly low. He was suddenly curious about whether any of the great lords in their armies needed to hold such damn meetings.
Suleiman Seeing that Master Lymond has sent people to inform the commanders, he can only take a deep breath. How can we fight a good war if we are mixed with these feudal insects?
The central tent of the temporary camp was quickly filled with people.
Deddings Sir Old Lopin rubbed his hands with a sad look on his face.
Sir Keke of Vance family held his helmet and remained silent.
Master Raymun. Darry sat there, lost in thought, while Sir Ronald paced back and forth anxiously.
Tytos, Blackwood also arrived, silent.
The only one absent is little Patrick. Mallister.
He only sent one knight over and conveyed a word with a cold face.
"We support any decision made by Lord Tytos. Blackwood."
After saying that, the knight turned around and left the tent, as if staying for a second longer would be an insult.
The atmosphere in the tent became more and more solemn, and everyone was talking about it, but they couldn't come up with a decent solution.
"I have a suggestion." A loud voice broke through the noise, it was Tytos. Blackwood.
He stood up and glanced at everyone present.
"We can't retreat like this."
"The advantage may still be on our side now. Ironborn thinks we are fleeing, so we will definitely relax our vigilance."
"We can use the terrain of this forest to set up an ambush here and catch the pursuing Ironborn by surprise."
"Only by defeating their troops can we evacuate calmly."
Tytos. Blackwood's proposal instantly silenced the entire tent. You could hear a pin drop and everyone fell silent.
This is a hugely risky proposal. No one is willing to gamble with the soldiers of their own family. However, due to the identity of Lord Tytos and the prestige of House Blackwood, no one dares to be the first to stand up and object.
As a result, everyone's eyes unanimously turned to Suleiman again. They hoped that this young man could stand up and refute this crazy plan of Tytos. Blackwood just like he had boldly opposed House Blackwood and House Mallister before.
However, Suleiman also fell silent. He just sat there quietly, tapping his fingers on the armrests of the chair unconsciously. Tytos. Blackwood's proposal, from a purely military perspective, was completely feasible, and he felt that this suggestion was even very good.
But Suleiman's gaze swept across the crowd, and he saw the hesitation, cowardice, and a hint of subtle calculation in their eyes. Thinking of the fact that more than 400 people escaped in the previous battle, it was really hard to say how many people actually fought in the end and how many were just waiting to escape.
With this group of feudal insect control, can we still do a good job in military affairs?
However... there is nothing that can be done about this kind of thing. If his Warrior is allowed to die in battle in the army, he will also feel distressed. These people are his flesh and blood brothers, and each one is good. He will also think of preserving his own strength and letting other people's armies go first. This is determined by the system and cannot be changed by manpower. It is beyond reproach.
In the end, Suleiman chose not to speak.
Because he knew very well that even if he forcibly ordered an ambush now, he would not have the confidence to win in the face of such an army that was divided and had its own evil intentions, because there were too many heads, and the heads were not as united as his own army.
The feudal lords put together an army that would flee if they dispersed, and conserve their strength even if they dispersed. They would watch others fight and die, and wait until the battle situation was basically decided before jumping into the battlefield to seek benefits. This would be the same thing for themselves.
Victory in a war requires not only correct tactics, but also people who execute the tactics. No matter how perfect the plan is, if there are no people to execute it, it will end up being a joke on paper.
Lymond. Lychester Seeing that the situation was deadlocked, he stood up to smooth things over. "We'd better leave first."
"Continue to retreat eastward. If we find a perfect ambush location on the way, it won't be too late for us to turn back and try."
This proposal by He Xini was immediately approved by everyone. Everyone nodded in agreement, as if they had found a perfect step, they all happily stood up and left the tent.
Tytos. Blackwood glanced at Suleiman with some disappointment, sighed, and walked out with his family Warrior.
Tytos. Blackwood's eyes made Suleiman feel deeply strange. Wasn't this proposal proposed by the old man Lymond? Why are you looking at me like this?
Soon, only Suleiman and Lymond. Lychester were left in the tent, and one was left.
Sir Old Lopin of the Deddings family, he waited until everyone had gone away, then carefully approached Suleiman and lowered his voice. "Sir Suleiman."
Suleiman looked up at him strangely.
"You have offended the Blackwood and Mallister families, and they will never let it go after the war."
Old Lopin's eyes flashed with a strange and silent light.
"Why not.
1. Do you agree to Lord Blackwood's proposal?"
Suleiman did not speak and motioned for him to continue.
Old Lopin's voice became even lower. "We let the troops of Blackwood and Mallister stay behind, let them serve as bait, and told them to execute their plan, but they need to be the "main force of the ambush."
"Then, we led a large force and took advantage of the chaos to leave while those Ironborn were being dragged and strangled, and returned to East Riverlands."
Old Juetu raised his head, his eyes were cold.
"In this way, not only can we escape safely, but we can also save you from two powerful future enemies in one fell swoop."
Suleiman looked at the old knight in front of him calmly, with a complicated heart. There was no anger or contempt in his heart, only an inexplicable emotion.
To be honest, people at the bottom will do whatever it takes to climb up, even the little nobles and knights at the bottom.
In order to bring House Deddings's soldiers back alive and make meritorious service, in order to obtain the House Deddings promised land from himself, he has been able to come up with this vicious plan of betraying Seven and betraying his allies without hesitation.