Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

"Where did these knights come from?" Mace asked angrily.

They missed again and again, and the enemy seemed to know their movements. Every time the cavalry from Highgarden arrived, the enemy fled first.

The attack lasted until the second half of the night.

When the sun rose, Mace Tyrell's eyes were red.

He sat on a velvet blanket and kept listening to people reporting their losses. They suffered heavy losses, while the enemy only left dozens of corpses.

It's over, it's over. At first he was still wondering why these people brought wine, but later he found out that it was used for burning, but can wine be ignited?

He ordered someone to bring a pot of wine and throw it into the fire, only to see the fire was extinguished. He cursed, "Asshole, who can tell me what kind of wine this is?"

He took out the bag of liquid with a strong smell. If there were a bachelor present, he would probably be able to explain it to him, but unfortunately, all the knights present were masters, and they were good at drinking. This wine will burn when it meets fire. Those guys threw it on the carriage again and again, and then it burned violently.

It was dawn, and the early sun was like fire, burning half of the sky. The red color was so dazzling in the eyes of the Duke of Metz. All the food and siege equipment were burned. These damn guys seemed to have eyes and picked these important armaments to burn.

"My Lord Duke." Fotimo rode over with a bitter face. He led his knights to put out fires everywhere, and he worked hard all night. "All our food was burned."

"What did you say?" Metz widened his eyes. This is the food for tens of thousands of people. Just gone? In his opinion, even if the wheat grains were used to pave the ground, it could be paved from here to King's Landing.

"My Lord, our food is barley and rye. A fire can burn a cart."

Now is not the time to discuss the loss. Metz must gather people quickly and not let the remaining baggage be burned again.

He sent out all his knights, asking them to abandon the burned carriages and gather all the convoys together. The long snake-like convoy was compressed into a small piece, just like a greedy snake that was finally raised and became short after hitting its head.

Such a march slowed down the convoy. The knights led a large group of people to patrol back and forth. In addition to food and siege equipment, the convoy also transported a large number of armor and baggage. These were not damaged too much. Food could be collected locally and equipment could be cut down and rebuilt. Mace comforted himself in this way.

His king's son-in-law should not make things too difficult for him. Although he was to blame for the loss this time, who would have thought that the guerrilla cavalry that had been invisible would suddenly appear at this time. Before transporting this material, he had sent out a lot of transport teams first. Judging from the response, it seemed that the Rose Avenue was safe.

There were neither Stannis's troops nor enemies from King's Landing. This made him dare to gather the baggage and transport it with confidence. He was already cautious enough, as Bitterbridge was not far from Storm's End.

That night they entered the Royal Forest. Lord Mace, who had ridden for a day and a night, was already exhausted. He asked the servants to set up a tent and rested there, while Sir Fortimo led the knights to continue escorting the convoy.

He was sleeping in the tent, and in his dream he was surrounded by flames, and countless flames came from all directions. Suddenly he was awakened and saw a bright light outside the tent.

The Duke of Mace jumped out of bed and walked out of the tent in a velvet robe. At this time, the servant rushed into the tent and bumped into him.

The Duke cursed, "Why are you in such a hurry!"

"My Lord, fire. Fire." The servant hesitated for a long time and couldn't say it clearly. The Duke of Mace pushed him away and walked out of the tent.

Instantly, his eyes widened, and he collapsed to the ground with a plop. In front of him was an endless flame, which shot up into the sky, illuminating the whole world like the sun.

A knight rode his horse and hurried over, "Lord Tyrell, our caravan was attacked."

Mace walked over in anger and grabbed the knight and pulled him down, "Why was it attacked? Didn't I ask Fortimo to be prepared?"

"They first sent a large number of cavalry to harass, and Sir Fortimo led a large group of people to chase them."

Mace knew the result without thinking.

"Stupid, this damn idiot, why did he fall for such an obvious scam." Mace gritted his teeth in hatred.

"Lord Duke, let's go quickly, the flames are burning here." The knight was still admonishing.

Duke Mace shouted to his servants to bring the horses, and he didn't even have time to put on his armor. Under the protection of a team of cavalry, he evacuated towards the Bitter Bridge.

Sir Fortimo led a large group of Highgarden cavalry to chase the troops in front. Did they think they could launch another sneak attack? That was too much of an underestimation of Fortimo Cline. This cavalry had about 500 people and was well-armored. They seemed to be no ordinary people, but the advantage was still mine.

When they were about to catch up, someone shouted, "Look behind, look behind."

There was a fire in the back, and Sir Fortimo turned around suddenly. It was their convoy.

He was startled and thought to himself that it was bad. He was deceived. In order to chase this cavalry, he brought out almost all the cavalry, but there were at least 2,000 infantry. How could they be attacked so easily?

"Sir, should we continue to pursue?" The knight beside him asked him.

Fotim looked at the flames behind him, which were like a monstrous beast. His lips were almost bitten to bleed. He squeezed out a word from between his teeth. "Chase."

Destroying this cavalry was his chance to make up for his mistakes. He had served the Tyrell family for many years, and even if he had no merit, he had worked hard.

"It seems that Lord Julius succeeded." The cavalrymen who fled in front also saw the sea of ​​fire behind them. Such a huge flame was incredible.

Now this cavalry was led by Sir Geoffrey, who was leading his men into the Royal Forest. This time he really saw the means of this lord.

It's not necessarily superb, but it seems that every move of the enemy is under his eyes. Last night, he charged in front alone, and Geoffrey followed behind.

Geoffrey was always worried about the enemy's reinforcements, but they just kept weaving in and out of the enemy's convoys and couldn't see the enemy's knights. He was not foolish enough to think that the Highgarden Knights would let them burn their food so wantonly.

When they buried the wine barrels in the bushes this morning, he was still confused, but now his mind was clear.

The cavalry rushed to a river bank where there was a wooden bridge. Geoffrey had someone throw a fire on the bridge after crossing it. Instantly, a ball of fire surged up, blocking the cavalry on the other side of the river.

The Highgarden Knights could only stand on the river bank and watch the enemy rush into the mountains and forests. They were so frustrated that they lost miserably without even fighting a battle.