Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 150 Edmure: Nephew, watch me give you another big one!

"Kill them!"

"I was the first one to enter the city!"

"My name is Fire Dragon Worm! I cut off this mercenary leader's head!"

At the same time that Viser led his army to capture Mil, Bloodbeard and Dario's 18,000-strong army also launched a pincer attack by sea into Tyrosi.

Faced with sixty warships of various sizes led by Vice Admiral Magnus, Tyrosi's navy put up a stubborn resistance, but most of them were sunk or captured, and a few surrendered.

Magnus's marines quickly stormed the port.

Upon learning that the port had fallen and they were now surrounded by enemies, the soldiers on the city walls naturally lost all morale, and Bloodbeard seized the opportunity to send his elite troops to capture the city walls in one fell swoop.

creak~

As the gates opened, countless Targaryen armies, carrying black banners with three red dragons, stormed into Tyrosh.

Upon realizing that all was lost, Lord Tyrothy committed suicide in his palace.

Meanwhile, the ragged prince, still far from Riss and not even having led his army to board a ship, received a letter of surrender from the isolated island of Riss across the sea.

The letter contained only one sentence, a sentence that made the old man, Prince Raggedy, chuckle.

"Is it possible to reach a settlement?"

Without a fight, Rees wisely chose to surrender.

A few days later, a large Targaryen fleet approached the port, and the army landed. Rhys had almost no protection except for a few thousand city garrison soldiers. Even if he wanted to back out and use the strategy of trapping the enemy, he had no troops available.

Across the strait.

Robb the Great's army is growing stronger, while Tywin Lannister's army in the West is suffering repeated defeats and is on the verge of being swept out of the Riverlands by the combined forces of the North and the Riverlands.

For the people of the North, this was a time of great opportunity.

Baron Greyjoy of the Iron Islands launched a surprise attack on the North.

In the North, their backyard is on fire.

Theon Greyjoy, the Warden of the North and the adopted son of the Duke of Winterfell, personally led a force to trick the gates of Winterfell and seize the city in one fell swoop.

When Catelyn received a raven from Rodrik, the acting lord of Winterfell, and learned that her children Bran and Rick had been killed, she fainted on the spot.

Because of the fire in his own backyard, Robb had to order his army to temporarily halt its offensive against the Western Frontier forces.

As if things weren't going to go wrong, Edmure, one of the commanders of the Hejian army, pulled another big tantrum for Robb.

Edmure personally led five thousand Riverlands troops, who had been conscripted again, to attack Jaime, who was stationed at Harrenhal.

Harrenhal had only eight hundred Western Frontier soldiers and a mercenary band called the Warriors, far fewer than Edmure's Riverlands army.

Edmure was confident he could easily take Harrenhal, and indeed he did. After a symbolic resistance, Jaime led his army away from Harrenhal.

Edmure's army captured Harrenhal almost without a scratch.

If things ended there, Robb would be proud of his uncle and marvel at how he had finally grown up.

However, after winning a victory, Edmure became arrogant and led his army to pursue Jaime, only to fall into an ambush by the Western Army.

Jaime defeated 5,000 Riverlands troops with inferior forces, and Edmure himself was captured by Jaime.

"Ha~"

Robb Stark, the young Wolf King, King in the North, and commander of the allied forces of the North and the Riverlands, who was so full of vigor yesterday, sighed deeply.

He let out a sigh and rubbed his temples in pain.

Standing opposite him, Brynden Tully frowned as he looked at the map on Robb's table and said, "I'm taking three thousand men to defend against the Kingslayer. We originally had five thousand men in the Harrenhal direction, so we didn't need to worry, but now..."

Even with only three hundred men, Jaime was able to capture Springfield. Once Springfield was captured, the Western Army could connect to the Royal Territory.

Tywin might then send troops along this route we ceded to support King's Landing, which is not what we want to see.

"Alright, but I can't give you three thousand men, only one thousand." Robb rubbed his face, clearly showing that Edmure's defeat had dealt him a heavy blow.

"The troop strength is so tight?" Brinden was also very worried about this.

"Roose Bolton has returned to the North with five thousand troops, and the Ironborn are slaughtering my people." Robb's voice was somewhat hoarse.

Brynden nodded without saying anything, after all, the North was the young man's home.

He just couldn't understand why everything was fine yesterday, but the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse today.

"Can you stop James?" Robb looked up at the Blackfish Sergeant in front of him, who had made numerous contributions in this battle.

"Hmph, at least I won't lose a thousand troops for you like Edmure did." Brynden grinned, revealing his first smile of the day.

Robb's expression was the same after hearing this.

It wasn't that the two of them were heartless; it was just that the war had already deteriorated to this extent, so how much worse could it get?

Could Tywin, who has suffered repeated defeats, possibly use this momentum to drive them back to the North?

Unless my head gets chopped off. Robb thought to himself.

As Brynden had worst fears, by the time he led his army to Girlsspring, it had already fallen to Jaime.

Fortunately, the other side only had a little over seven hundred men. After a fierce battle, both sides suffered losses.

Brynden had no choice but to lead his army to a fortified position below the city. At the same time, he sent a messenger to Robb to inform him of Jaime's capture of Girlspring, since Robb did not have any ravens in his army.

There was no other way; they were lacking everything—men, food, and even ravens. Due to the Westerlands archers' deliberate hunting, the use of ravens was extremely restricted, so Brynden's thousand men were clearly useless.

Ugh!

Brynden gazed at the castle in Springfield, feeling a deep sense of loss. They had won many battles, but they were getting poorer and poorer. The Western Frontier Army had suffered many defeats, but they were always able to maintain their lines.

Casterly Rock is truly wealthy.

Brinden couldn't help but sigh.

To be honest, he no longer places his hopes for breaking the deadlock on Robb, but on Stannis.

Brynden believed that the war would end once Stannis conquered King's Landing.

"My lord, the lord-killer has left the city, killed three of our soldiers, and stolen our banner and shield!"

Inside the still-established camp, Brinden was deep in thought, staring at a map, when a soldier rushed in to report to him.

Upon hearing this, Brinden simply waved his hand, signaling the other person to leave.

While the wolf, fish, and lion were locked in a fierce battle with neither side gaining the upper hand.

Crab Claw Peninsula.

At this moment, there are three thousand warriors and spearwomen from various tribes gathered near Brown Cave Mountain. Although this is not the full strength of each tribe, this force of three thousand is an enormous military force that is rarely seen in Crab Claw Peninsula in recent years.

Of course, the Crab Claw Peninsula has always been known for its simple and honest people. With three thousand people gathered together, there are non-combat casualties every day, but the tribal chiefs don't seem to care.

As long as it's not a non-combat mission, it's fine.

That's right, I'm talking about those restless, aggressive women who prey on each other's strong men, even resorting to knives.

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