Suleiman's eyes swept over Bryn and his knights. "The rest of you, follow me."
"Let's go and light some candles in the longboat."
The raid was launched at midnight. In the darkness, the woodland in the east suddenly erupted with the sound of trumpets, shouts of death and the roar of horse hooves. The light of torches turned half of the sky red.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
The Reach Ironborns in the upstream village exploded instantly. Everything was in such chaos, and the panic continued to spread.
The Ironborns, sleepy-eyed and more drunken, rushed out of the village farmhouses, grabbed axes, swords and shields, and rushed towards Rosso, who was full of torches.
In the midst of the panic and darkness, they had no idea that in this noisy battlefield with thousands of troops and horses, there were only fifty knights riding horses, shouting, and lighting everything with torches.
On the other side of the silence, Suleiman, Bryn and his followers, like shadows in the dark night, had quietly reached the riverside.
"What's going on!!"
"Those bastards must have drunk too much and set the village on fire!!"
"What a bunch of drunkards!!"
A dozen or so Ironborn who stayed behind without drinking any slack were stretching their necks to look at the firelight in the direction of the village, cursing incessantly.
The next second, Bryn's brothers had already drawn their bows and shot out arrows. The sound of piercing the air instantly sounded. The dozen Ironborn fell to the ground without even making a sound.
"Do it!" Suleiman gave the order, and the riders dismounted from their horses, tied cloth strips soaked in kerosene to the arrows, and lit them.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Dozens of rockets dragged long tails of flames across the night sky, shooting accurately at those huge long ships. The dry sails were instantly ignited, and then the hulls were set on fire in series. The flames jumped up with a roar, like greedy snakes, quickly devouring the wooden hulls.
"Riverside!!! Look at the riverside!!"
"Longship!!! Our longship!!!"
"Leave them alone! Save our longship!!!"
The Ironborns in the village finally reacted. They let out a howl of panic and despair, and gave up on the enemy in front of them. In panic, they rushed towards the river like crazy, without formation, without command, and in a panic.
But what greeted them was the cold lance charge of one hundred and twenty knights led by Raymun, Darry and Tytos Blackwood.
It was a massacre. When Ironborn saw countless horse knights rushing out from the dark flank, charging towards them with lances, except for a small number of Ironborn who still had the will to persist in fighting, many more jumped into the water and fled.
The knights used their superb horse skills to fly away the fleeing Ironborn one by one and chop them to the ground. The river beach was dyed red with blood, reflecting the light of the sky, like a picture of hell.
Tytos. Blackwood, listening to the screams and clashing of weapons as Ironborn fled but was caught up, he saw several Ironborn trying to return to the village, asking He fled in the upstream direction and was killed by Rosog who caught up. He felt quite a bit in his heart that everything was going according to Suleiman's plan. This son was indeed a famous general Riverlands, so he should be born like this.
The battle ended quickly. The dozen or so longships that the Ironborns were proud of had now turned into huge torches floating on the water, making crackling sounds. From time to time, broken masts crashed into the water, sparking sparks all over the sky.
All the knights stared blankly at this scene. They looked at the flames soaring into the sky, looked at the doomsday scene reflected on the water, looked at the young man standing in front of the fire, and felt fear, doubt, and uneasiness...
. All emotions were burned out at this moment.
Instead, there was an almost divine worship and fanaticism. From the moment they decided to die, from the moment they left the team, they thought they were rushing to the end of death. But now, everything in front of them is like a dream. This is by no means something that mortals can do. This is a miracle.
Otherwise, there is no way to prove all this. Under the leadership of the young people in front of them, they passed through layers of chasing troops, galloped West Riverlands, accurately found every Ironborn raiding team, and accurately avoided every team that was stronger than them, and then led them to find the Ironborn longship fleet that was chasing them. Only the will of God could do all this.
The famous knight murmured, his voice trembling. "We burned Ironborn's fleet."
"Two hundred of us burned it.
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"They can't go back."
The other knight also laughed loudly, with a hint of madness in his laughter.
"Hahahahaha! Let them never come back!!"
Suleiman slowly turned around, firelight dancing in his eyes.
He looked at the excited, adoring, and enthusiastic faces, and his calm voice penetrated the crackling sound of flames, "
No."
"My dear brothers."
"This is just the beginning."
"I write the beginning of a heroic epic for you."
In the temporary outdoor camp of Ironborn.
"Cleftjaw"Dagmer tore off a large piece of a roasted black leg of lamb, fat dripping down his messy beard.
"Bloody Hair"Hal on the side looked at the Ironborns who were sharing the mutton and said with a smile, "The sheep raised by farmers are indeed fat."
Then he raised his wine glass high, the turbid wine sloshing in the firelight. "Here's to Drowned God! Here's to you too!"
The camp erupted in wild cheers, and the Ironborns beat their shields with their fists, praising their King Balon and Iron Fleet commanders-in-chief Victarion with obscene words.
At this moment, a figure staggered away from the camp and pushed away the people who tried to stop him, and rushed in towards Dagmer. His whole body seemed to have just been fished out of the water, and he still smelled of river mud and ashes. He was soaked all over, his hair was stuck to his face, and his eyes were swollen by the fire until there was only a slit left.
The noisy cheers suddenly stopped, and everyone's eyes turned to this uninvited guest.
"Bloody Hair" Hal recognized the person and stood up first. "Trigg? Aren't you the one who stayed on the ship to guard the ship? Why did you look like this?"
Ironborns' malicious ridicule towards their compatriots sounded again.
The Ironborn named Trigg ignored him, nor did he pay attention to the other Ironborn who laughed at him. He stared at Dagmer with his two narrowed eyes, his lips trembling, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't make a sound.
Dagmer's face darkened. He hated such an embarrassed Ironborn, and even more hated his inexplicable uneasiness inside.
He finally spoke in a low voice, "Speak, Trigg."
"Did a fish eat your head?"
Trigg finally squeezed out a word, his voice hoarse, shocking everyone. "Longship...
"Our longship is gone.
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"Burned clean by a fire.
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