Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

Cole looked at Duran who had fallen to the ground, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Thinking of the little fat boy who followed behind him with admiration on his face, he naively thought that the battlefield was as romantic as in the knight's story. No one told him that knights would bleed, scream, and even kneel down to beg for mercy. Just like a princess would poop.

I had advised him that the battlefield was full of dangers and it was not as easy as hunting.

Cole did not look back or turn around, his eyes turned back to the front. He rushed forward with his sword, killed two people, and broke out, with only six or seven people following behind him.

After winding around in the forest, there were finally four people behind him.

They stopped until they could no longer hear the horses' hooves and human voices behind them, looked at each other, and fell silent.

"Return to the Dorne Mountains first." Cole said to them with a calm mind.

He looked back at the dark forest and exhaled a breath of turbid air. Maybe one day he will be abandoned on the battlefield like this, he couldn't help thinking.

The end of the third century of the Aegon calendar was a chaotic time. There was no "Peach Blossom Spring" here. The storm was pervasive and could not stay in peace for long.

At this moment, a cold wind blew, like a sword on the Wall of Despair. It made his neck shrink. The coldness could not wrap around Cole's body, but he could feel it. It was a familiar smell.

Unfortunately, the snowflakes have not arrived. Maybe the snow in the south will be much later, but the cold winter has arrived.

The cold wind blew, and the summer was over.

I didn't expect it to come so quickly. These summer children should be tested by the severe cold.

When the morning light came out and the round sun rose to the mountainside, the five people slowly walked to the camp. It was already in a mess. Of course, they were not attacked, but moved to the next stronghold. This was arranged by Cole when he left.

It was to prevent anyone from falling into the hands of the enemy and exposing the location of the camp.

Now only Cole knew where the camp was, and they continued to go deeper.

Cole asked the white dragon to wander in the sky and patrol. As long as his own people came, he would go to meet them.

That morning, Bai Long saw a small group of cavalry coming to the camp from a distance. It was the team led by Camillo. Cole led people to meet them. At that time, Camillo was already a qualified executor. Some people are like this. They just lack opportunities.

A total of three teams came back, and each team had losses. A hundred people set out, and 53 people came back. Of course, the last team is unknown.

Cole led them to the camp. He asked Bai Long to stay here and send people to meet the last team later. I just don’t know if this team can come back.

After a few days, the last team did not wait, but a large group of people came instead. This is a team of a thousand cavalrymen. The flag can be seen with golden roses fluttering above the green fields.

They came fiercely and rushed straight to the abandoned camp.

This army was led by Garlan Tyrell, and beside him was Ewood Maydo and many Highgarden knights.

A knight looked at the abandoned land and said, "Lord Tyrell, it seems they have escaped."

The soldier brought a bound captive to Garlan, and he asked, "Is this the camp you mentioned?"

The man took a look and nodded with certainty. This man was a cavalryman under Cole.

Although Cole felt bad about the betrayal, his reason made him choose to understand. Everyone is afraid of death, and he himself is no exception. This was within his expectations.

Cole summoned the remaining dozen riders under his command and shared the information about the white dragon.

They had more than 700 soldiers who could fight. Excluding a dozen seriously injured people, the gap with the enemy was not big, and the combat power was equal. If they met head-on, they would not necessarily lose.

The enemy was in the dark, so Cole had more room for operation.

He summoned the knights together to discuss the strategy against the enemy.

Spreading out the map, this is a topographic map of the Dorne Mountains, with undulating mountains and rugged mountain roads. There are even many places where people have not been to, and there are no roads, let alone riding horses. Such terrain is extremely unfavorable for cavalry combat. Fortunately, Cole had brought a hundred mountain horses. These horses are shorter than war horses, but they are more agile and have stronger endurance in the mountains.

This is what he learned from the tribesmen when he was in the Mingyue Mountains. The tribesmen all rode this kind of horses. When they walked in the mountains, even the valley cavalry could not catch up with them.

Cole pressed a stone on a part of the mountain, "This is the position of the enemy. There are about a thousand people, all cavalry."

Sir Geoffrey, Camillo, Sir Lins, these people were arranged by Cole to various teams, each commanding a dozen people.

Jose and others were Cole's personal guards.

They gathered around to look at the map. Cole's drawing was very delicate. The mountains and forests were represented by simple patterns one by one, and even if you can't read, you can still see it clearly.

"A thousand cavalrymen, are we going to fight them?" Sir Lins asked everyone.

Everyone looked at each other, and no one expressed an opinion for a while.

"A decisive battle is indeed a good idea, but it is too risky." Cole said softly. "The task the king gave us is to disrupt the enemy's rear as much as possible."

"Sir, just tell us directly. We will listen to you for whatever you need us to do." Sir Geoffrey said loudly.

Everyone nodded.

Cole stared at the map in a daze. What should he do? Use the terrain here to ambush? Or build fortifications to defend? Or take people away.

"Retreat." He pointed to the mountains on the map, "We will go from here, down the valley of Midsummer Hall, to Cape Wrath."

Cole's eyes suddenly focused, he stood up suddenly, and shouted loudly, "Gather the whole army."

The soldiers were stunned for a moment, not understanding the commander's intention.

Then he said, "The enemy is coming."

What! ?

How could it be so fast?

In front of the Highgarden army, there were dozens of hounds exploring the way, and some mountain people in simple clothes. Yes, there are mountain people living in the Dorne Mountains.

Cole has been careful not to contact the mountain people. But they are far more familiar with this mountain range than Cole.

The enemy is getting closer and closer, and there is a chaos in the camp. After a quick gathering, they slowly retreated to the mountains.

Just before they left, the Highgarden knights found this camp. Looking at the fire that was still burning, Garlan Tyrell was sure that the target was close.

"Sir, there are traces of horse hooves here."

"It seems that the enemy is very sharp and has taken a step ahead of us." Garlan looked at the man and ordered: "Sir Eric, I need you to lead people to chase them immediately, but you must not expose yourself or fight with them. As long as you find the enemy, report it quickly."

"Yes, sir." The knight led the scouts to set off.

The white dragon followed closely behind the Highgarden people and horses, and his eyes saw their every move.

Kore led the army forward, and all the servants had been dispersed. He ordered Geoffrey, "Continue to lead the army forward."

Let Jose hand the white bird flag to Geoffrey, and then Kerr summoned a dozen riders and went to the back of the team.