The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

"It's boiling oil! O gods!"

When the sloping blazing arcs reappeared on Riverrun, the frightened shouts below Riverrun seemed to tear the sky apart.

Looking at the sudden scene in front of him, Davon Lannister pursed his lips tightly and clenched his hands into fists unconsciously.

With the current morale of the Lannister army and the current situation, he knew that staying here would only bring more casualties and disasters.

Sir Davon did not hesitate for long. He took a deep breath and shouted: "Give me the order to retreat!"

During the retreat, Ser Davon looked back at Riverrun. He had to admit that... Blackfish was difficult to deal with, and Brynden Tully might become another famous general in Westeros.

Sir Davon couldn't help but admire that Blackfish had anticipated the situation after opening the floodgates in advance... and had withstood Riverrun's many dangers, and deliberately kept the boiling oil until today.

Trout soldiers cheered on Riverrun, while smoke billowed below Riverrun, and the Lannister army's siege weapons suffered heavy losses.

The Lannister soldiers who retreated in embarrassment must rest for a while, and Sir Davon can only wait for the three thousand new troops transferred from the Golden Teeth City.

With the addition of new forces, the morale of the Lannister soldiers will be lifted again. At that time...a new round of competition between himself and Blackfish will truly begin.

Sir Davon is also encouraging himself. Only by conquering Riverrun can the Lannister family, which has lost Lord Tywin, regain its former glory.

This is a war that can only be won...

However………

Sir Davon couldn't help but look back in the direction of Riverrun City again. How much will the new Lannister army built by Lord Tywin with a lot of money be consumed under Riverrun City?

If there are too many losses, Sir Davon is even more worried that it will shake the absolute rule of the Lannister family in the West established by Lord Tywin.

Sir Davon shook his head slightly. This was something the Duke of Casterly Rock needed to consider, not him.

He couldn't help but think of the new owner of the Westerlands - the Duchess of Casterly Rock - Cersei Lannister.

He began to recall the few memories of Cersei in his mind...

Cersei has blond hair that shines like the sun, and her eyes are like green gems. She always holds her head high. She has been a proud lioness since she was a child.

He remembered Cersei's smile as beautiful as a flower, and then... and then... her curves getting more charming as she got older?

And then...and then...gone?

Sir Davon suddenly realized that his impression of Cersei seemed to be nothing but beauty.

He believed that as a member of the Lannister family, if Cersei had other amazing qualities, he would definitely be impressed.

If this is the case, can Cersei be the head of the Lannister family with her beauty alone? Can you govern the Western Territory well?

Could it be...that this is why Aunt Gina wants to save herself for her family?

Sir Davon thought of another little anomaly that he didn't pay much attention to. Jaime and Cersei have been so close since childhood, but why are they unwilling to talk more about Cersei with him?

Thinking of this, Davon felt that he had to talk to James immediately.

He briefly explained to the adjutant, kicked his spurs, and rode away first, surrounded by red robes.

After entering the camp and arriving near Jaime's tent, Sir Davon saw Ser Balon Swann standing at the entrance of the tent.

After jumping off his horse and noticing that the tent was too quiet, Sir Davon grinned and made a silencing gesture to Balon.

Sir Balon shrugged and stepped aside, while Davon walked directly in with a malicious smile on his face.

Inside the tent, judging from the outline of the blanket on the bed, it was obvious... that the two people under it were still sleeping and entangled.

Sir Davon approached as quietly as a thief, and then slowly lifted the blanket.

Looking at the "scenery" under the blanket, Davon suddenly laughed... Although James has been extremely outstanding since he was a child, whether it is appearance, sword skills or riding skills, every time he sees his it, he can Keep your chest up.

Very good, it's still the same as before, and Davon's originally irritable mood suddenly became a little happier.

As if he noticed something, James moved his eyelids at this moment, opened his eyes slightly, and murmured: "Cousin..."

Then he suddenly opened his eyes wide, paused, and said in a hoarse voice: "Is it time to get ready?"

Jaime remembers that the Lannister army is attacking the city today.

Supporting his body with one hand, he sat up, rubbed his swollen head, and said, "I'll be fine soon."

Sir Davon chuckled: "Don't worry, Blackfish gave me a 'gift' this morning, and we have already withdrawn."

James sat there quietly, looking intently at his grinning cousin standing by the bed.

For a moment, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and only the cousin's undisguised smile seemed particularly abrupt.

After a while, the happy memories of last night finally came back like a tide, and those passionate pictures and passionate moments kept reappearing in my mind.

He couldn't remember her name.

James rubbed his head again, feeling something in his heart...with a hint of indescribable melancholy and satisfaction.

Suddenly feeling a soft touch, James lowered his eyes and looked down. The woman next to her is still sleeping, her long brown hair is scattered on the bed, a few strands of hair are on her wheat-colored face, her lips are slightly open, her breathing is even and steady, as if she is silently telling herself Remembering the fatigue and satisfaction from last night.

Because the blanket was lifted, she seemed to subconsciously hug James next to her.

"What gift?"

After asking casually, James gently covered her with the blanket again and was about to climb out of bed, but the moment his feet touched the Mill carpet under the bed, he felt his legs were weak, as if the strength to support his body had been lost last night. was quietly drawn away from the passion.

His legs were shaking slightly, he paused and said, "Is Heiyu's gift a surprise?"

As he spoke, James stood up quietly, reached for his robe and put it on himself.

"It's really a surprise. He used the hidden boiling oil to disrupt our attack."

Sir Davon spread his hands and added: "Not only did they attack the Lannister soldiers, they also burned most of our siege weapons."

Then, he complained: "I have to work hard to cheer up our soldiers again. I feel that this kind of thing is more tiring than fighting."

James frowned and said, "I thought Heiyu had run out of boiling oil."

He glanced in the direction of the bed, patted Da Feng's thick arm and said, "Let's go for a walk."

The riverside outside the camp.

Da'von looked at his cousin who frowned and stared at Riverrun. He stopped complaining and comforted himself: "James, this is just the last performance of Blackfish. He can't hide the boiling oil and wait for the reinforcements from Golden Teeth City." As soon as it arrives, I will attack immediately and I won't give him any time to breathe."

Ser James looked back and nodded slightly. He uncorked the wineskin and took a swig of ale.

He wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand and said: "I will go see those lords you complain about in the afternoon, and I will try my best to appease them."

Sir Davon curled his lips, took off his wine bag and took a sip of wine, saying: "When they win the battle, they will immediately brag about how great their achievements are."

Sir James pulled it off and said: "Everyone has eyes. The tongue cannot hide the eyes of knights and soldiers. Everyone will know your contribution."

"I just rely on my family's honor to hold on..."

Sir Davon looked at James and said seriously: "My cousin, the lords and knights of the West are still fighting because of you. I know this very well. I am telling the truth. The title of Guardian of the West is It should be yours, I hope you won’t refuse.”

"I am the Kingsguard."

"Don't forget, you were once the Warden of the East, and you were also the Kingsguard at that time... Oh, yes, you told me that it was King Robert who acted indiscriminately."

Seeing that James was still unwilling to talk about this matter, Sir Davon sighed secretly and changed the subject.

He touched James with his shoulder, showed a lewd smile, and said, "Hey, you seem to like Pia very much?"

James raised an eyebrow: "Pia? Who is she?"

"oh---"

Sir Davon exclaimed exaggeratedly and said: "You are so heartless, you are not even interested in remembering his name. I watched her being tortured by you all night long."

Sir James shrugged helplessly and said, "Her name is Pia? I remember it."

Sir Davon laughed: "Her name is 'Little Beauty' Pia. She was once a maid in Harrenburg and He'an family. It is said that she is very famous there."

Sir James took a sip of wine and said, "Why did she come here?"

Sir Davon spread his hands and said: "Of course it's because Pia is so popular that no one can live without her. However, she will belong to you from now on, and you just need a maid to take care of her."

Sir James was silent for a moment and then said, "I will put her to bed."

Sir Davon shrugged indifferently and said: "Okay, you are free to do as you like. When you don't like it anymore, I will give you a little beauty. To be honest, I have never seen a woman who doesn't love you. I’m just jealous of you.”

Sir James smiled lightly, glanced in the direction of the camp, and said, "Go back, let's get some food."

After walking in silence for a while, Sir Davon suddenly said: "James, I want to hear you tell me about Cersei, anything. I hope to know more about her."

Sir Jaime paused for a moment, looked towards his cousin walking beside him, and said, "Cersei?"

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The three thousand reinforcements from Golden Tooth City accelerated their march under the urging of Sir Davon. They hurried on without stopping, and after only two days, they entered the Lannister camp west of Riverrun.

After a brief rest, Sir Davon couldn't wait to launch a large-scale siege against the surviving Trout Castle.

The Lannister soldiers who had regained their morale carried and pushed the siege weapons newly made by the carpenter, and rushed towards the walls of Riverrun like a tide.

The strongest Lannister soldiers pushed the battering ram onto the stone bridge across the trench under Riverrun City again, and bravely rushed to the city gate against the stones and arrows smashed down from Riverrun City.

Other Lannister soldiers used long wooden boards to build wooden bridges over the trenches where the river flowed.

The siege ladders that were carried down to the city were erected one by one and pressed against the wall. The Lannister soldiers shouted and climbed up.

Just then, under the orders of Brynden Tully, Trout soldiers carried all the barrels filled with boiling oil up the battlements.

Brynden took out all the boiling oil that he had accumulated over the past few days.

Brynden waved his hand, and the Trout Officer roared,

"Pour the boiling oil!"

The boiling oil pouring down from Riverrun like a waterfall once again ignited the fire of despair for the Lannisters who bravely climbed up the city.

The screams were filled under Riverrun, and the Lannister soldiers retreated directly, and the Lannister offensive suffered a heavy blow.

However, Duke Brynden's good mood dissipated at night... The mysterious mercenary did not bring them any more boiling oil.

Brynden's premonition was not wrong, and the same thing happened on the second and third days, as if those "smuggling ships" suddenly disappeared and never appeared again.

While Brynden personally shuttled among the soldiers to boost their morale, the tenacious Davon Lannister launched a tentative siege.

After three consecutive siege attempts, Sir Davon began to gradually increase the intensity of the siege and sent more and more soldiers.

Later, Lord Brynden put on armor and helmet, and personally went into battle. Together with his knights and soldiers, he stood on the city wall and fought off wave after wave of attacks.

Although the Lannister army still had an absolute advantage in numbers over the Trout soldiers, who only had more than a thousand left, both sides were fighting hard.

The continuous siege and defense battles almost exhausted the fighting spirit of the Lannister and Tully soldiers, and both sides were holding their last strings.

Whoever breaks first will be completely defeated.

At this time, if the Lannisters, who had an advantage in the number of soldiers, chose to besiege without attacking, they might be able to wait until the Trout soldiers collapsed under the uneasy mood.

However, there was only one month left before the period set by the Queen Regent. The Westward, Davon Lannister, did not dare to gamble, let alone underestimate Brynden Tully.

If the Blackfish was given time to breathe, who knew what tricks he would play? !

The final battle between Lannister and Trout may break out soon, and a brief peace has come under Riverrun.

The Westerland Guard tent in the Lannister camp.

Sir Davon's messy long hair and long beard made him look like a gambler who lost all his money. He stretched out his hands, tightly grasped his cousin's arms, and said, "Only two thousand, no, I only need one thousand! Jaime, as long as you can bring Crabbe's soldiers, Trout's castle will be broken immediately! My cousin, Lannister's victory is just around the corner, I need your help, I ask for your help!"

Sir Jaime's brows were tightly locked, and his face was full of hesitation.

After a silence, he said, "Davon, Duke Green has made his position clear to us. He is the 'observer' of the Battle of Riverrun."