Suleiman's eyes stayed on Sir Old Lopin's wrinkled face for a moment, and then he shook his head slightly.
There was no unnecessary expression on his face, and his voice was very calm. "Sir, your proposal is very good."
"But very inappropriate."
Beside the curtain of the tent, Lymond. Lychester's breathing stagnated. He thought that Suleiman would adopt this plan without hesitation. This plan could easily eliminate two possible future enemies for him, and it was in line with his character.
Sir Old Lopin was also full of doubts and couldn't help blurting out. "Why, Sir Suleiman?"
Suleiman's eyes turned to him, without a trace of wavering in his eyes. "Because once we do this, the people of this army will really be dispersed."
He paused, letting the words ferment in the tent.
"When you meet Ironborn in the future, everyone will wonder in their hearts whether they will be the next abandoned bait."
"When people's hearts are broken, it will be difficult to put them back together."
"At that time, this army will really be finished. Once it encounters the enemy, it is better to escape first than to wait to be abandoned.
Old Lopin was silent. He was not as good as Master Suleiman. He only thought about how to solve the immediate troubles, but this young man obviously thought more far-sightedly.
Lymond. Lychester also fell silent. You guys are still thinking about how to make this put together team continue to move forward. I thought they were all your tools.
Suleiman walked out of the camp, and the cold air cheered him up.
Rosso Brune immediately came over like a shadow and reported in a low voice, "Sir, Tytos. Blackwood is waiting for you in our team."
This is interesting. Suleiman got on the war horse brought by Rosso, and walked towards the direction of his team with the horse's hooves stepping on the wet soil.
He saw Tytos. Blackwood standing there. This Black Crow did not look at him, but stared in surprise at his soldiers who were maintaining the crossbow machine. Those soldiers moved skillfully, placing cold steel arrows and carefully wiping the crossbow arms.
Tytos. Blackwood did not exchange pleasantries. He just asked, "Why do you have so many crossbow machines?"
There was a deep-rooted opinion in his tone, and he looked at the soldier's wiped crossbow as if he were looking at some kind of foreign object.
Suleiman reined in his horse, stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and asked, "I remember that Lord Blackwood believes in Old Gods, right?"
"Does Old Gods feel like Seven that using a crossbow is not honorable enough?"
Tytos. Blackwood's expression became serious. "Old Gods also regards this kind of weapon as despicable."
Suleiman smiled, he turned his head and looked directly into Tytos's eyes. "Weapons have no honor or despicability, only effectiveness and ineffectiveness."
"My lord, I would like to ask, is it honorable and not despicable for a knight who is fully armed and wearing fine plate armor to fight a half-dressed farmer with a pitchfork?"
Tytos. Blackwood's lips moved, but he couldn't say a word. He had lived half his life, and he had never heard such fallacy, and he had never found himself unable to refute it. This young man's thinking was too out of the ordinary.
The two of them walked side by side in silence, the sound of horse hooves echoing on the quiet forest road.
Tytos. Blackwood can clearly feel that the real core of this army is Suleiman, not that Lymond. Lychester. His previous fight for command was not because he wanted to rescue his home fort. If there was too much opposition in the military meeting, he would not persist. The fundamental reason was because he could not trust a rumored "lunatic".
But the young man in front of him, although he was a bit picky about order and rules, he acted strangely, was sober enough, commanded in an orderly manner, and could make several armies with different people's hearts obey his orders, especially his army, which was orderly and exaggerated.
He did not think these people were professional soldiers, because the other party did not have so much property to support so many professional soldiers. In other words, he armed some farmers into an army that at least appeared to be no weaker than professional soldiers. He was indeed a capable person.
Thinking of this, Tytos. Blackwood finally let go of the reserve of a veteran nobleman, and his voice was a little stiff. "Anyway, thank you for your previous rescue."
Suleiman's answer was like a stone dropped into the water, without any ripples. "You don't have to thank me."
"I'm going to rescue Master Raymun. Darry and Master Balon. Deddings. You are a bonus."
"To be honest, I really didn't expect you to be alive."
"Instead, my Lord Balon died in battle."
Tytos. Blackwood felt that his throat was blocked, and he scolded this young man a hundred times in his heart. How could this kid speak so harshly and yet be so straightforward.
Westeros How many people are trying to get favors from Blackwood and House Mallister? It would be better for you to just throw them to the ground and trample them. You guys, your ancestors are really not from the North.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his unhappiness, and brought the topic back on track. "What are you going to do?"
Suleiman was silent for a moment, and finally spoke, "Tytos. Blackwood Sir, your previous ambush proposal was very good.
,"
This sudden recognition surprised Tytos, but Suleiman suddenly changed the subject.
"But."
"You have not considered one of the most critical things, which is that people's hearts are not aligned."
"Most of the soldiers in our coalition are from East Riverlands, and many of their homes have not been seriously affected by the war."
"It is absolutely impossible to expect them to fight Ironborn here for the land of the Raventree Hall, or even Riverrun or Seaguard."
Suleiman's voice was as calm as stating a fact.
"Their only common purpose is to go home, which is also the reason why this team can stick together."
"Our team of nearly three thousand people also brings with us a large number of West Riverlands noble family members, women and children."
"We are not an elite armed force, but a large, slow-moving, fragile migratory force."
Tytos. Blackwood frowned. He probably understood what Suleiman meant. He just didn't expect that a commander who dared to lead his army into a war-torn area in a critical moment would be so disappointing. Didn't he know that the current situation is no different from chronic death.
In the end, Tytos retorted, "That's why we have to take a gamble."
"If we don't deal with the army following behind, there is absolutely no way we can reach East Riverlands safely."
He found that Suleiman didn't refute him this time, which was unusual. Tytos looked back, only to find that Suleiman was looking at him with a smile, and there was a deep meaning in that smile that he couldn't understand.
Suleiman spoke slowly, his voice was not loud, but it was like a stone thrown into the middle of the lake, stirring up a thousand waves:
"Tytos. Blackwood Master, if...
If I have a way, I can successfully bring this huge team back to East Riverlands safely."
"Even help adults rescue Raventree Hall?"
"Even before the king arrives, how about leading the Riverlands people to defeat the invading Ironborn?"
Tytos's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Suleiman, trying to see something from those black eyes, but there was only a deep calm there.
Suleiman's eyes became sharp. "But, I need a promise."
"My lord, I swear in the name of Old Gods."
"In a certain future voting, I need these two votes from House Blackwood and House Mallister. I will vote for House Lychester."
"And, I need House Blackwood and House Mallister to obey and support House Lychester in this war."