Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Count Roland Kreeher's words silenced the tent. All the nobles and knights looked at each other, then lowered their heads and remained silent.

After all, the other party had just lost his son, and at this time, any words spoken could very likely provoke hatred.

“This… Lord Roland.”

The chubby commander, Stevie Lannister, looked embarrassed, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

Although he had led troops into battle independently on several occasions and possessed certain command abilities, he had only fought against insignificant bandits and outlaws, and had also resisted the invasion of the Iron People.

But Stevie also had a very obvious flaw: he never had any ideas.

In fact, Tywin wouldn't have used him if he hadn't had no one else he could trust.

If it weren't for Kevan and Gillian... every time Tywin thought of this, he hated Viserys to the core.

Steff's sister is Joanna, Tywin's wife. Steff and Joanna's cousin is Tywin. It is because of this complex and blood-related relationship that Tywin values ​​Steff so much.

"Lord Stafford."

However, just as Stevie Lannister was about to say something with an embarrassed expression, he was interrupted by Earl Roland.

The middle-aged man with graying hair stood up, looked at the other person with a sincere and earnest expression, and then glanced around at everyone in the room.

"The barbarians of Dorne only brought 20,000 men, and our numbers are no less than theirs."

"Moreover, I know the terrain here better than anyone else."

"I have a good suggestion, we can..."

...

The Targaryen army and the Lannister army clashed.

However, the next morning, the soldier in charge of reconnaissance rushed over to report.

"Commander."

Oberyn was washing up, his upper body bare, revealing his dark brown skin and strong muscles, and his lower body was dressed in a pair of sand-yellow riding breeches.

He stood in front of a golden basin, rinsed his mouth, and then spat out the water.

"Your Highness."

A scantily clad maidservant helped him wipe the water droplets from his face with a towel, then gently stroked Oberyn's chest with her delicate hand, her beautiful eyes sparkling with a charming smile.

"Tonight..."

However, the scantily clad maid only spoke halfway through her sentence. She then glanced at the guard who had barged in, smiled again, picked up the golden basin, and swayed away.

Only Oberyn in the Targaryen army was allowed to bring female relatives, whether mistresses, handmaids, or even guards with fair skin. This was a privilege that the Prince of Dorne had enjoyed for many years.

Although Oberyn was obsessed with lust and love, believing it to be the best gift the gods had given to mankind, he was a wise man. A wise man would not let his hobbies interfere with his important affairs.

The maid knew Oberyn's temperament, so when she saw a guard come in to report something, she immediately brought over a basin and turned to leave.

Oberon smiled; he liked the girl's sensible nature.

Snapped--

He then reached out and patted the maid's pert buttocks, which were full of elasticity and made a crisp sound, earning him a coquettish scolding and a reproachful glare.

After watching the half-hidden maid leave with a basin in her arms, Oberyn slowly withdrew his gaze, still feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

"Ah."

He glanced at the guard who had barged in, slightly raised his chin, and spoke.

"Speak, what's wrong?"

According to the rules of the Oberon army, unless there is something important, no one usually disturbs him at this time in the morning. However, the fact that guards have come means that something important has happened.

"Commander, the Lannister army has retreated."

Then the guard hurriedly spoke up.

"Oh?"

Upon hearing the guard's words, Oberyn's smile faded considerably, and his dark eyes gleamed.

But he didn't seem surprised by this. Oberyn had long anticipated that the other party might not fight him but retreat directly, and then he nodded.

"that's it?"

"Yes, my lord."

The guard nodded.

"Go back."

However, once the guards turned and left the tent, Oberyn's smile vanished completely, and his expression turned serious.

He knew that his opponent now was not Duke Tywin Lannister.

Oberyn was confident that no matter how fast Tywin rode, he could not outrun his soldiers, especially in the complex mountainous terrain.

However, the Western Territory is a large and prosperous region, although it is not the largest, most populous, or most resource-rich region among the Seven Kingdoms.

However, there is no doubt that the western region is the richest. The western region is mountainous, and the output of gold and silver mines is astonishing.

Legend has it that even the excrement of the Duke Tywin was made of gold.

The Western Regions were so wealthy that they could afford to hire a large army and weapons.

Oberyn's attempt to conquer the western border with only 20,000 men was indeed somewhat stretched thin.

However, he had anticipated the predicament he was facing and knew that this operation would not be easy.

However, Oberyn was an optimistic person. He never showed his pessimism on his face. Instead, he always appeared calm and confident, which gave his officers and soldiers a lot of confidence.

His greatest expectation was that the Lannister army in front of him would fight him fair and square.

This way, he would at least have a chance to devour them and severely damage the western border's manpower.

What Oberyn feared most was actually Tywin's original plan: to order all the Western Frontier troops to retreat into the castle, cower in defense, and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

That would greatly reduce Oberyn's chances of winning and taking control of the West.

As a seasoned and experienced commander, Lord Tywin Lannister naturally understood Oberyn Martell's weaknesses.

He doesn't need to compete with young men like Oberyn in terms of wit or see who has the sharpest mind.

He only needs to do his job step by step, be impeccable, and wait for Oberyn's weaknesses to be exposed.

Fuck him!

Oberyn made a toothpick, cursed loudly, then put on a sand-yellow coat, opened the tent, and went outside.

"Someone come here!"

"Pursue!"

Chapter 495 Feigned Defeat and Counterattack

After waking up during the day, the Lannister army leisurely dismantled their camp and began a slow retreat.

The Targaryen army seemed to suspect a feint and did not rush to pursue. Instead, they quietly observed from the rear for a while. Only when they realized that the enemy was indeed retreating did they hurry to give chase to prevent them from escaping.

However, Oberyn's pursuit led him right into the enemy's trap. The edge of Red Lake was surrounded by a vast forest, the very place where the Children of the Forest and humans had once fought.

"Now!"

"Kill these invaders!"

The Targaryen army, in pursuit, mistakenly entered the Lannister army's encirclement. The Lannister army suddenly turned around, and shouts of battle erupted from all directions.

The two sides then engaged in a fierce battle in the forest, and the Targaryen army was routed, retreating all the way to the edge of Red Lake.

"escape!"

"Run away!"

They even lost their main camp, which was burned down by the Lannister army, leaving them like stray dogs, and they fled far away in one breath.

After pursuing them for a while, the Lannister army could no longer catch up and retreated.

The Lannister army achieved its first victory since the Battle of the Twins.

Ser Stevie the Great, with his shrewd planning, led the warriors of the Westerlands to defeat the infamous Prince of Dorne.

After a day of fierce fighting, the Targaryen army had vanished without a trace, and night gradually fell.

In the Lannister camp.

"Come!"

"Let's raise a glass together!"

"Congratulations to General Stevie Lannister!"

A knight wearing the coat of arms of the Payne family was the first to stand up, raising his goblet and urging everyone to toast Stevie.

"For Lord Stevie!"

The atmosphere at the banquet was lively, and the other knights and nobles from the West raised their glasses.

Only one knight, whose face was covered in burn scars, seemed to have a rather eccentric temperament. He disdained the banquet, and although he also raised his glass, he drank it all by himself.

The Lannister army repelled the Targaryen army, routing them and forcing them to retreat back to their former abandoned camp.

Now, the Lannister camp is filled with celebratory sounds; wine has been opened and feasts have been held to celebrate the victory in this war.

Apart from Sandor Gregor the Hound, the rest of the nobles and knights in the army sat together, raising their glasses high to toast Ser Stevie Lannister, who had led them to victory.

Meanwhile, the obese Sir Stewart had a ruddy complexion and a dazed look in his eyes, clearly somewhat giddy.

"calm!"

"Steffer, calm down!"

Although he kept telling himself to stay calm at this moment, after all, the war was not over yet, and Oberyn was not an easy person to deal with, he still needed to be careful.

But this resounding and genuine victory, along with the overwhelming praise that followed, still made him somewhat unable to control himself.

He defeated the renowned Oberyn, proving that the Targaryen army was not as invincible as it seemed.

Steffer seemed to have risen to the ranks of outstanding commanders alongside his cousin Tywin Lannister, Randyll Tarly, King Robert, and others after this battle.