In the dense forest at night, the branches and leaves cover the stars and the moon, making it impossible to see the five fingers.
The light of the torches danced across the forest, pulling the shadows of the trees into twisted ghosts.
Suleiman asked Bryn to pass his exquisite plate armor engraved with the Black Lion coat of arms to Toman.
Toman stood aside, looking nervous and not knowing where to put his hands.
Suleiman handed him the heavy breastplate.
"Put it on."
Toman took the armor and felt it was cold.
"Sir, I...
Suleiman interrupted him, his voice was particularly clear in the silent forest.
"We have similar physiques."
"Put on my armor and stay with the main army."
He helped Toman arrange the laces of his armor in an orderly manner.
"Don't reveal your identity and don't meet anyone Lords."
"You only need to convey an order to the army through a few of my closest officers."
"Go to King's Landing."
Suleiman put the helmet on him, covering his young and nervous face.
" Along the way, the bigger the momentum, the better."
"Let everyone think that I am leading an army of 40,000 men to attack Iron Throne."
Toman nodded muffledly in his helmet, his voice trembling.
"As you command, my lord."
Suleiman turned around, wearing only light leather armor.
He took Bryn and several of his guards, like shadows, quietly blending into another darkness.
There, Rosso Brune and his 3,500 cavalrymen were waiting in chaos.
They had been circled several times in the dark by Rosso Brune in the forest. The horses snorted impatiently and the knights could no longer tell the difference between east, west and north.
When Suleiman appeared, the turbulent crowd quieted down.
"We are ahead of the infantry! Go straight to King's Landing!"
Suleiman's voice was not loud, but it was enough for the knights in the first few rows to hear it, and they immediately sent orders back.
Without any unnecessary explanation, Suleiman jumped on the horse and took the lead.
"Let's go!"
The torrent of cavalry rushed out of the dense forest, and the hooves of the horses broke the silence of the night.
They are like black arrows, shooting into the unknown distance.
No one knows where the destination is, they only know to follow the leading figure.
The cavalry galloped, day and night.
The tired knight ate dry food on horseback, letting the cold wind pour into his throat.
Both men and horses took a short rest, and some fragile horses foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground during the extreme sprint.
The riders didn't even have time to mourn for their old friend, before they put on their replacement horses and continued galloping.
At night, they arrived at a village.
There were no panicked civilians in the village, only a the Westerlands side outpost of a hundred people.
The battle broke out in an instant and ended in an instant.
The Westerlands soldier holding a spear didn't even have time to raise the alarm and was killed by the knights in the chaos.
The sleeping soldier's throat was slit by a cold dagger.
Blood stained the village land red.
Seeing the corpses wearing red and gold lion robes, the Riverlands knights were shocked.
They looked at each other, the excitement on their faces replaced by a sense of uneasiness.
An old knight came close to Rosso Brune and lowered his voice. "Sir, this... this is not the way to King's Landing."
Panic spreads like ripples on the water.
The further they walked, the more they noticed something was wrong.
By now, everyone has completely understood.
This is not Kingsroad leading to King's Landing at all.
This is Goldroad heading to the intersection of the Westerlands and the Reach.
"Tywin. Lannister."
I don't know who pronounced this name.
The air seemed to freeze instantly.
That name is like a big mountain, weighing on everyone's heart.
The riders had a look of fear on their faces, and cold sweat broke out in their hands holding the reins.
Suleiman reined in his horse and turned to face the knight he was riding down.
He looked at the fear on their faces without any surprise.
"Yes, we are here to find Tywin. Lannister."
His voice was calm, but everyone could hear it clearly.
There was a gasp of air from the crowd.
"Look at your expressions!"
Suleiman suddenly laughed, with undisguised contempt in his laughter.
"What are you afraid of?"
"Afraid of those Lannister soldiers?"
He pointed his riding crop at the corpses in the village.
"These are all businessmen and gangsters recruited by Lannister family in Lannisport!"
"It's just a gorgeous decoration on the outside! There's nothing to be afraid of at all!"
His voice was full of incitement.
"A pair of armor on them is worth several Gold Dragon! Defeat them!"
"I will take note of it for you! I will pay you handsomely in the future!"
"Don't you still believe me?"
The knights' breathing became heavier, fear faded from their eyes, and greed emerged.
The reputation of Suleiman is not weaker than that of Riverlands than Tywin. Lannister.
Many of them have fought with Suleiman and know very well how much this gentleman values his promises and how generous he is in fulfilling them.
Suleiman's voice rose again.
"Besides, we will welcome back Targaryen."
"If anyone can kill Tywin. Lannister! Help House Targaryen take revenge! His name will be resounding throughout Seven Kingdoms!"
He raised his arms high.
"Sirs!"
"At that time! Are you still afraid that you won't have the wealth and honor to enjoy!!!"
A young knight yelled out first, his face turning red.
"Kill Tywin. Lannister!"
Morale was instantly ignited, and fear was completely overwhelmed by greed and ambition.
"Kill Tywin. Lannister!"
"Kill Tywin. Lannister!"
"For Targaryen!"
The morale of the knights was greatly boosted, as if what they saw in front of them was not an army of 20,000 the Westerlands, but moving vaults.
"Take a short break."
Suleiman ordered, and the smile on his face disappeared.
"Eat some dry food and tidy up your horse gear. We will soon face a real battle."
The cavalrymen dismounted and chatted excitedly, as if Tywin. Lannister's head was already in their possession.
There are only Suleiman, Bryn, Rosso Brune, and the illegitimate son Kole. Hewen who has been silent.
Suleiman looked at the excited knights and spoke to Rosso Brune.
"I was just trying to boost their morale."
"You are not to be taken seriously as a cavalry commander."
Suleiman's voice regained its calmness, as if the instigator just now was not him.
"When two armies are fighting, they are fighting for their breath."
"The Westerlands army has high morale and excellent equipment. They are by no means idle."
He looked into the darkness in the distance, which was the direction of the Tywin. Lannister army.
"The plains and wilderness are a good place for cavalry to show their talents."
"If we want to win, the advantage lies in the cavalry surprise attack."
"That's the chaos caused by the first wave of raids."
Suleiman's tone became cold and sharp.
"If Tywin. Lannister can be killed, the Westerlands's army will collapse."
"If not, Tywin. Lannister has a great reputation. As long as he is not dead, he will be able to reorganize the army in chaos soon. We are the ones in danger."
He took out a horn engraved with an eagle from his arms and handed it to Rosso Brune.
"In the battlefield, there is chaos and uncertainty. As the commander, you have to make judgments when the opportunity arises."
"If you cannot kill Tywin. Lannister, cause more casualties and chaos, then blow the horn and withdraw the entire army."
"Although it cannot defeat the Westerlands army, it can still cause Lannister family to suffer serious losses."
Suleiman's eyes were fixed on Rosso Brune.
"Remember, I am leading a lone expedition into the depths, and my advantage lies in a quick victory. The primary target is Tywin. Lannister"
"If we can't kill him, there will be nothing we can do until he collects his troops from the chaos!"
He patted Rosso Brune on the shoulder.
"Everything depends on you."
Rosso Brune Feeling the weight on his shoulders, he held the horn tightly in his hand, nodded heavily, and turned around to leave.
Only Suleiman and Kole. Hewen are left in the tent.
Kole. Hewen looked at Suleiman's side face, firelight dancing in his eyes.
He finally spoke, his voice hoarse.
"My lord, you are really a madman."
Suleiman slowly turned his head and looked at Harrenhal's illegitimate son.
His eyes were as calm as water.
"You once commented on my indecision and illegitimacy."
Kole. Hewen's body stiffened slightly.
"That's how you see me."
Suleiman's voice is very soft, but it carries a power that penetrates people's hearts.
"I never hesitate."
"I am as determined as a mountain to my goals."
"Just in execution, as flexible as water."
On the high slope, the night wind blew the corners of Suleiman's clothes.
He was riding on a war horse, looking quietly at the plain below.
The cavalry behind him had already poured down like a flood from a flood gate.
The Westerlands people's camp is like a piece of smashed glass, with countless firelights and figures running around in chaos.
The torrent of cavalry wedged hard from two directions, tearing apart the fragile skin of the camp.
Countless braziers were knocked over, and sparks flew everywhere, igniting one tent after another, making the night look like day.
The sick illegitimate son was beside him, his face flushed with excitement, and his chest heaving violently.
"Suleiman-sama!"
"The plains are wide here! The grass grows shallow!"
He hissed, as if he wanted the whole world to hear his discovery.
"You can move forward! You can also move back!"
"What a great place for a cavalry charge!"
Suleiman did not respond.
His gaze passed through the firelight and smoke and fell on the most gorgeous tent in the distance.
There is the lion's den.
He saw Tywin. Lannister's gorgeous guards and professional soldiers from various families quickly converging in this direction.
The Westerlands's soldiers never thought they would encounter a surprise attack here.
Many of them had their chests trampled to pieces by the iron hooves of war horses even while they were sleeping.
The earth is shaking.
The heavy roar came from far to near, like a sudden earthquake.
Rosso Brune leads the way, followed by countless roaring knights.
They are the first wave.
The charge of the heavy cavalry smashed the first line of defense of the camp.
The impact of the war horse was deeply embedded in the Westerlands's temporary camp.
The tent was smashed to pieces, and the soldiers who had no time to react flew backwards like puppets pulled by strings.
Rosso Brune's spear pierced a Lannister soldier who had just raised his sword. The huge force took the man off the ground and threw him backwards.
He didn't pause at all. The moment the spear broke, he let go and pulled out the sword from his waist.
Time is life.
He knew very well that once Tywin. Lannister reacted, the effect of the surprise attack would be greatly weakened.
"Forward!"
"Don't stop!"
He roared, his voice being drowned in the thunder of iron hooves.
"Target! It's Tywin. Lannister!"
"Looking for Tywin. Lannister!"
Bryn cuts in from the right, equally fierce.
His cavalry was like a sharp razor, scraping along the edge of the camp, crushing any resistance that tried to organize.
The two torrents of steel have only one goal.
The luxurious tent with the golden lion flag that stood out among countless ordinary tents.
The war horses rushed towards the center like a tide.
The knights either broke their spears or discarded their spears, and drew their swords to kill.
The blood stained the horse's hooves red, and the screams and the sound of clashing weapons were intertwined.
Some of the family soldiers of Lord the Westerlands reacted and began to spontaneously move closer to the gorgeous tent.
They raised their shields and tried to build a line of defense with their flesh and blood.
But in the face of this devastating sudden offensive, everything seemed so futile.
"We were raided!!"
Jazz's roar still echoed in the tent.
The confidence and pride on Kevan. Lannister's face instantly solidified, replaced by confusion and panic.
"What? Whose cavalry?"
"Aren't the Riverlands people in Kingsroad? Why are they here!"
His voice was sharp with shock.
Tyrion. Lannister grabbed the wine glass in his hand, and some of the wine spilled on his hand.
He looked at his father, trying to see a crack in that iceberg face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Tywin. Lannister's expression has indeed changed.
It was not fear, but a dark anger of being offended and fooled.
His light green eyes mixed with gold dots were ignited with cold fire.
He was actually plotted.
That Riverlands bastard was so bold that he launched a long-distance attack on the Westerlands army.
"Father."
Tyrion. Lannister spoke, and his voice seemed extremely clear in the chaos at this moment.
"It seems that the chess pieces are not always so obedient."
Tywin. Lannister's gaze swept across Tyrion. Lannister like a knife, but he had no time to pay attention to his sarcasm.
"Armor."
He only uttered two words, his voice low and cold.
The two attendants immediately took out the famous crimson gold lion armor from the box in the corner and hurriedly put it on for him.
Kevan. Lannister Finally reacted from the shock, he pulled out his long sword and rushed to the tent door.
"Guards! Assemble! Protect Master Tywin!"
He roared outside.
"Archers! Where are they? Shoot them!"
However, what responded to him was more intense screams and the neighing of war horses.
Chaos spread like a plague, and the entire camp was out of control.
Tywin. Lannister quickly put on the breastplate and armplate with the help of the attendant.
He turned around and strode out of the tent.
Kevan. Lannister follows closely behind.
The scene outside is like hell.
Fires shot into the sky, and there were running soldiers and rampaging horses everywhere.
Riverlands's cavalry has penetrated the camp and is encircling it from all directions.