"Cleftjaw" Dagmer's teeth clenched.
The scar in his mouth, extending from the corner of his mouth to the base of his ear, was twitching like an angry red centipede, looking more and more terrifying.
A Ironborn named "Bloody Hair" Hal, his mate, reported in a hoarse voice, "Another team."
"Eren's team, one hundred and thirty of them, was found on the other side of the stream, all burned to coke."
Dagmer kicked over the brazier in front of him, and the hot coals flew everywhere, roaring loudly, "A bunch of trash!!"
"How on earth did they get through us!!!"
Hal wiped his face and did not dare to refute. No one knew how the cavalry got past their encirclement and went around behind them. This was already the seventh incident. There were heavy casualties, more than 600 people died.
These rats ride on horses and come and go like the wind. They specifically select their small raiding teams to attack. They do not fight hard or attack the city. They are like Summer mosquitoes that bite you hard when you least expect it, and then disappear into the dense forest.
Mosquitoes only make people itchy, and the bites of these rats make wounds ulcerate. They go deep into Riverlands and have no logistical supplies at all, and they don't even think about supplies. They rely on plundering on the spot. And now this cavalry specifically targets their plundering team. The most surprising thing is that they can always accurately find their team plundering supplies on the spot.
Dagmer suppressed his anger, grabbed the wine bag on the side and took a deep drink. "What do you say about the commander-in-chief's order?"
Obviously, they messed up. Hal's voice lowered, with a hint of depression. "Victarion, the commander-in-chief wants us...
. Turn."
"Abandon the pursuit of the Riverlands army in front and turn around. We must find these cavalry, otherwise they will find our supply team at the same speed."
"We may be finished soon."
Dagmer The wine bag in his hand was squeezed out of shape. In the Oldstones battle, he messed up, and now he messed up again, because according to the description of the Ironborn survivor, the flag of the cavalry was exactly the inexplicable Riverlands team they were supposed to be chasing and fighting in front.
If it weren't for the fact that this was wartime and there were few people and he was needed, he had no doubt that Victarion would order him to commit suicide in order to pay for his crimes.
Dagmer slammed the wine bag to the ground. "How on earth did they get behind their butts! Could they be flying!!"
"Send the order! Everyone turn around! I'm going to skin those horses and mice alive! Hang them on the bow of my boat!"
The moonlight passes through the treetops, casting mottled shadows in the forest.
More than two hundred knights sat quietly on horseback. The people and horses seemed to be integrated into the darkness. Their armors were no longer shiny. The battles in the past made the armors glow with a dark red light under the moonlight.
"We are just like the ghosts of West Riverlands!" Patrick. Morrison softly spoke to Old Lopin Juetu beside him, with a novel excitement in his tone.
He had never thought that an organized cavalry team could be so dashing and deadly, just like the knights in legendary stories.
"It is precisely because we are ghosts that we scare the enemy." Old Lopin's voice was very calm. His eyes penetrated the night and followed the sight of Master Suleiman in front of him to look at the faint shadow of the ship in the distance the Reach.
Tytos. Blackwood rode his horse close to Suleiman, with a hint of caution on his face. "Suleiman."
"Our manpower is getting smaller and smaller, and the horses also need to rest. Ironborn's team may turn back and chase us at any time." The knights around heard his words, and a trace of nervousness flashed on some of their faces. Continuous victories made them fanatical, but fatigue was also real.
Until a young House Lychester knight sneered, "Rest?"
"Seven guides us. Lord Suleiman is Seven's whip. We don't need rest, only Ironborn does."
His words drew a murmur of agreement from the knights in the forest.
"That's right! Lord Suleiman is Seven's whip!"
"Seven protects us!"
"Ironborn is the one who needs to rest!!"
Tytos. Blackwood Looking at these Riverlands knights who were once arrogant but now like fanatic believers, the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became stronger. He always felt that everything about Suleiman was very weird. He accurately found the place where seven Ironborn raiding teams and ships were docked, completely avoiding all powerful teams.
There is no other explanation for this except that the god is holy. However, it is hard to say which god it is. It will definitely not be Seven...
Suleiman ignored the comments of the knights. He just turned to look at Tytos: "Master Blackwood, what did you see?"
Tytos. Blackwood followed his gaze strangely and saw the long ships moored in the Reach: "The long ships of Ironborn."
Suleiman asked again, "What are they?"
"It's... a ship." Tytos. Blackwood was a little puzzled and confused.
Suleiman shook his head. "This is the Ironborn fleet that is chasing us."
"It's not just a boat, Lord Tytos, they are Ironborn's hands and feet, they are everything to Ironborn. A man with two legs cannot outrun a four-legged war horse."
"And there is a boat available at Riverlands."
He paused and looked around at the gathered Raymun, Darry and many knights from different families.
"What we did before was just a fight. Tonight, we will cut off their feet."
Everyone was stunned. Rosso Brune was the first to react. His eyes lit up instantly and burned the boat. The two-legged Ironborn was like a cripple on the road. It was impossible to catch up with four hooves with two legs. As the adults said, the hands and feet were broken.
Suleiman Looking at the many knights who were excited about what Ming Wu was about to do, the corner of his mouth raised a cold arc. "That's right."
"We went and burned their boats."
He looked at the many excited knights and continued to speak. Even Tytos. Blackwood had to admit that there was a convincing power in this young man's words.
"My people have found out."
"Although there are more than five hundred of them, they did not expect anyone to find the fleet. Their defenses are lax. Most of them are drinking and partying with women in the villages upstream. There are less than fifty people guarding the ship, and they are extremely relaxed and drink and sleep."
He took off a horn from the saddle and threw it to Rosso Brune: "Rosso, you bring fifty people and feint attack from the front. The bigger the noise, the better."
Rosso Brune accepted the order without hesitation, "Yes, sir!"
His eyes looked at Raymun. Darry, and then at the opening of Blackwood.
"Blackwood You and Darry, Commander Bai, are ambushing you in this forest."
"After rising, they must abandon Rosso to save the longship, rush down in panic, and the charge of a hundred knights...
. Forget it, you know what to do even if I don't say it."
Tytos. Blackwood opened his mouth. He wanted to obey the order, but felt that it was inconsistent with the identities of both parties. Finally, he nodded heavily. This arrangement was perfect. Ironborn panicked and rushed downwards. The formation must have been scattered. At this time, an unknown number of cavalry rushed out from the darkness, which was enough to make them collapse.