The roar in the sky above Harrenhal gradually subsided.
The flames of killing were not extinguished, but went underground, smoldering in the chests of 40,000 people.
Suleiman walked down the platform, and Walter. Hean, William. Mooton and others came up to them immediately.
Their faces were mingled with the joy of surviving the disaster and a kind of morbid excitement.
William. Mooton's voice trembled with excitement. "Sir! You are really the messenger sent by Seven!"
"What should we do now? March to King's Landing immediately?"
Walter. Hean also spoke immediately, the whip marks on his face twitching. "Master Suleiman! People's hearts can be used! Take King's Landing seriously!"
Suleiman's footsteps did not stop.
He walked straight through these lords and walked towards his main tent.
"Everyone returns to his own army."
His voice was calm, without any emotion.
"Appease the main soldiers, count the equipment, and wait for my orders."
The enthusiasm on the faces of the lords froze.
They looked at each other, wondering why Suleiman chose to wait again.
But this time, no one asked any more questions.
Suleiman announced his crusade against Usurper in front of 40,000 people. They were already on the same boat. If the boat sinks, they will die together.
They could only watch Suleiman's back disappear behind the tent curtain, and then disperse impatiently.
Inside the tent, the lights are brightly lit.
The tsunami-like fervor outside was blocked by the heavy canvas.
It's so quiet here that you can hear the crackling of the fire.
A huge Westeros map was spread on the long table, occupying the center of the tent.
Rosso Brune, Bryn, Toman have been waiting here for a long time, with solemn expressions.
Suleiman walked in.
He casually took off the Valyrian Steel Sword from his waist and placed it on the corner of the table.
He didn't sit down, but walked straight to the map.
Bryn stretched out his finger and clicked on Goldroad connecting the Westerlands and Crownlands on the map.
"We've already found out."
"The Westerlands's army is about 20,000 people, just above Goldroad."
Suleiman didn't look at the map, but pointed outside the tent.
"I don't believe them.
His voice was calm.
"The troops divided into two groups."
"Send the main force along Kingsroad and march toward King's Landing with great fanfare."
"The news will definitely leak to Lannister."
"That's just right."
"Let everyone think we will go directly to King's Landing."
Suleiman's eyes turned to Rosso Brune.
"Tonight, organize all the cavalry."
"Take them in circles in the forest until they can't tell the direction themselves."
"Then tell the cavalry that we go to King's Landing first."
He paused and revealed his true goal.
"Actually, we are attacking the Westerlands army."
The air inside the tent suddenly solidified.
Rosso Brune took a deep breath, and Toman's eyes suddenly opened wide.
"Sir, this...
Rosso Brune almost blurted out.
"This is too dangerous."
"The number of cavalry we can muster is up to 3,500."
"And Tywin. Lannister has an army of 20,000."
Thirty-five hundred versus twenty thousand, this is too dangerous.
Suleiman responded to their horror with just one sentence.
"Surprise the enemy and attack the enemy unprepared."
What he is waiting for is the Westerlands's army.
This war cannot be fought in ordinary ways.
He thought of Li Cunxu, he thought of Li Su's attack on a snowy night, Cai Prefecture, it would all depend on a battle, Huai Xi Military Governorship.
In a similar situation, the troops must move dangerously and win by surprise.
He stretched out his hand and began to play with the chess pieces representing the various forces on the map.
A black lion chess piece was pressed heavily on Goldroad.
"We must use cavalry and time to hit the message gap."
"First break the Westerlands! Then break Riverlands! Then enter King's Landing!"
He tapped the lion chess piece with his fingers.
"The first step is to defeat the Westerlands."
"If the raid is successful, we will kill Tywin. Lannister with all our strength regardless of the cost."
His finger crossed the map and moved towards Pinkmaiden.
"The second step is to change direction and attack the West Riverlands coalition before the news comes."
His finger crossed the map again, moving towards King's Landing.
"The third step is to advance King's Landing and kill Jon. Arryn."
"A great deal accomplished."
Bryn looked at the map, his eyebrows furrowed, as if he was digesting this crazy plan.
Suleiman continues to explain.
"As long as Tywin. Lannister dies, the Westerlands has nothing to worry about. Even if he cannot be killed, it will take time for the Westerlands to reorganize the army."
"When Jon. Arryn dies, House Arryn's main vein is severed."
"His widow Lysa. Tully inherited the Eyrie, but she was a woman, a weak woman."
"Whoever can marry her will be the new Vale master."
"House Arryn has a branch from Gulltown. The blood relationship is far away, but there will definitely be people who will support them as puppets."
"Vale will be involved in a power struggle and the threat will be greatly reduced."
His finger moved to Riverlands again.
"If we can defeat the West Riverlands coalition again, Riverlands even though we abandon the defense, we can still send an army to fight for a long time."
"Then, we swept and occupied Crownlands and Stormlands."
"The longer our hometown falls, the longer it takes, the royal army of Robert. Baratheon will flee and disperse as time goes by."
Suleiman picked up a rose chess piece representing House Tyrell and placed it next to King's Landing.
"What price can Robert. Baratheon offer to the Reach?"
"At most one Hand of the King seat, or a future queen."
"House Tyrell can only compete with Lannister family in King's Landing, each accounting for half of King's Landing."
He pushed the rose piece to his side.
"And my bid is Protector of the Realm for the Targaryen Dynasty and the position of regent, the king's queen."
"Plus a complete King's Landing."
"After the matter is completed, I will return Riverlands."
There was dead silence in the tent.
This is a plan that is breathtakingly huge. Every step is taken on a razor's edge, and everyone's life is at stake at every step.
But if successful, the rewards are unimaginable.
Suleiman took out a Gold Dragon from the wallet.
"Guess pros and cons."
Rosso Brune and Toman were still in shock and did not react.
Bryn thought for a moment and then spoke first.
"Front."
Rosso Brune and Toman looked at each other and said, "Front."
Suleiman throws Gold Dragon high.
The golden coin rolled in the air, drew an arc of light, and then fell back into his hand.
He clenched his fists, but didn't show it to anyone.
It was eerily quiet in the tent.
Suleiman was silent for a while and then slowly spoke.
"I try never to do anything wrong."
His voice is very soft.
"But once I did."
He raised his eyes and returned his gaze to the huge map. His eyes were bright and sharp, as sharp as the eagles in the sky.
"I never regret it."
He looked at the crowd and his voice was decisive.
"Go do it!"
Bryn, Rosso Brune, Toman, the three of them bowed at the same time.
The shock and doubt in their eyes had disappeared, replaced by a kind of ignited determination.
"As you command!"
The three of them turned around and quickly left the tent.
The curtain of the tent fell, once again isolating the inside and outside.
Suleiman stood in place and did not move for a long time.
He slowly opened his palms.
Under the candlelight, a Gold Dragon lay quietly in his palm.
It's the front.