Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Haha, everyone...you flatter me."

"A few minor achievements are not worth mentioning."

Steff was wearing the black and gold armor of the Lannisters. He loosened some of the leather straps on the armor, revealing the lining underneath.

He placed his longsword on the edge of the chair beside him, reeking of alcohol. He stood up, holding a wine glass in his hand, and then downed it in one gulp, once again eliciting cheers from the entire audience.

"Humph--"

Sandor Gregor, however, held a leg of lamb in his hand, tearing off a piece of meat with a fierce bite. He snorted disdainfully, but he didn't make much of a fuss. He simply ate the strong liquor in his glass and chewed heartily.

According to Stevie's assessment, the Targaryen army is unlikely to return anytime soon after this setback.

After all, their camps had already been burned down.

This was actually what reassured the Lannister army commander the most, and he therefore agreed to let his nobles and knights hold a banquet to celebrate that night.

According to the conventions of warfare between two armies, and the most basic common sense of commanding soldiers, no matter where the war goes, it is necessary to first set up camp.

The barracks are the foundation of an army; how can you march and fight without a home?

Otherwise, without a place to store supplies, soldiers cannot rest in peace or cook their own meals, and morale will inevitably collapse.

The Targaryen army had no castles or towns nearby, and their camps were burned down by the Lannister army as they were fleeing in disarray, along with a large amount of supplies in their camps.

Therefore, the Targaryen army had only two options tonight: either retreat far away and quickly build new camps, or simply withdraw and wait for supplies to be transported from King's Landing and the Riverlands before launching another attack on the West.

However, at that time it might not just be these armies. Oberyn might choose to go to King's Landing to call for reinforcements, or even ask the newly crowned Viserys to send the legendary dragons to help in the battle.

Stevie had seen a dragon, and it left a deep impression on him.

But their cousin Tywin cheered them on, telling everyone that the Westerlands were mountainous and that simply relying on dragons flying around in the sky would not be enough to conquer the Westerlands, just as the Conquerors had encountered setbacks everywhere when they attacked Dorne.

As long as they can guard all the entrances to the West... the future...

Stevie was drunk, his mind was foggy, and he even dozed off on the table. Apart from Sandor and a few others, most of the nobles at the banquet were completely intoxicated.

Meanwhile, outside the Lannister camp.

The horses' hooves were wrapped in strips of cloth, and all the soldiers had branches in their mouths to prevent any noise. The Targaryen army stealthily returned to the Lannister camp.

"grown ups?"

A guard turned and looked at Oberon.

Prince Dorne, who had been defeated during the day, was now clad in armor and looked spirited. His eyes were coldly fixed on the brightly lit military camp in front of him, especially the golden lion banner hanging high, and his fists were clenched tightly.

With only a little over 20,000 men, facing a Western army with a larger number of soldiers and better weaponry, he could not afford the slightest mistake.

However, it was precisely this high level of difficulty that excited Oberyn.

"Kill them all!"

Then, with a command given, the bugle sounded suddenly.

"kill!"

A roar like thunder echoed outside the Lannister camp, and countless Targaryen armies surged in from all directions like a torrent.

Chapter 496 Raid on the Camp

"kill!"

The sudden shouts of battle from all directions startled the Western nobles and knights who were celebrating and drinking.

"Ok?"

"What happened?"

Actually, Stevie wasn't entirely useless. Before his celebratory banquet, he ordered his soldiers to increase patrols and maintain strict defenses, not allowing them to relax their guard.

However, the commanders were celebrating and letting their guard down, setting a bad example. How could they expect the soldiers to carry out orders diligently?

Moreover, their daytime victory was undeniable; the Targaryen army had been routed by them, naturally leading to complacency.

This group of Lannister soldiers were actually the new army and the garrison of Lannisport. They had never left their homeland, had never seen the White Walkers and the legions of the dead, nor had they encountered the dragons and the iron hooves of the Dothraki.

At first, they were intimidated by the renowned Targaryen army.

But after this battle, all the Lannister soldiers were much more relaxed. From the commander-in-chief and all the officers to every ordinary soldier, the tense atmosphere throughout the army disappeared and they even became more relaxed and lively.

Oberyn seized this opportunity, feigning defeat to lull the enemy into a false sense of security, making them believe that the Targaryen army was not as invincible as they thought.

At least one victory would prevent Stevie Lannister from turning tail and running away.

Now, Oberyn has learned who his opponent is through the prisoners he has captured.

Ser Stevie Lannister, the brother-in-law of the Duke of Tywin Lannister.

"Who is this Sir Stevie Lannister?"

Oberyn was initially somewhat puzzled when he first heard the name.

After hearing the prisoner's confession, they learned that this man was actually Tywin's brother-in-law.

It is said that the enemy's most outstanding achievement was commanding a thousand Lannister soldiers to sweep away the Ironborn who came to harass the western coast, and then annihilating a certain warrior group, a certain bandit and a certain brigand.

However, real warfare is not the same as clearing out some weak bandits.

A person who can get five or six people to willingly follow his orders can be considered a junior commander. Then, he can command dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of people. The more people there are, the higher the requirements for the commander.

A commander who can lead an army of tens of thousands without chaos can be considered a qualified commander.

Stevie had commanded at most one or two thousand men, but commanding twenty thousand men and two thousand men are two completely different concepts.

In terms of personal ability and charisma as a commander, Oberyn's victory over Stevie was akin to a game-changer.

He naturally wouldn't let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Ever since he heard the name Steffer, Oberyn has been determined to devour these 20,000-plus Lannister troops in one fell swoop.

Rumbling--

The thunderous hoofbeats and shouts of battle filled the air as countless Targaryen troops stormed into the Lannister camp.

Countless soldiers from the western frontier had just been awakened from their sleep. Before they could even put on their armor or pick up their swords, their throats were slit by the roaring cavalry. Blood splattered, and their bodies fell to the ground.

Tents were overturned one by one, and gleaming scimitars and longswords were raised high before falling heavily to the ground.

"kill!"

"Kill all these scum!"

"Kill Stevie Lannister!"

The shouts of battle coming from all directions were like a bucket of ice water poured over their heads, instantly sobering up all the drunken nobles and knights of the Western Frontier.

Looking at the chaotic scene before them, the overturned bottles, and the commander who was drunk and unconscious, they felt their hands and feet turn cold and their minds go blank.

"Oops!"

"The Targaryen army is back!"

Sandor Gregor, the 'Hound' sitting at the table, instantly sobered up upon hearing the shouts of battle coming from all directions.

"Ok?"

Although he drank quite a bit of wine by himself, he never got drunk and kept some wine in reserve. Therefore, he reacted faster than the other nobles. Sandor stood up and overturned the table in front of him.

wow-

The leftover food and wine from the banquet were scattered all over the floor, instantly sobering up all the Western nobles who were still drunk.

Including General Stevie Lannister, who was completely drunk and unconscious.

"Damn it! We've been ambushed by the Targaryen army!"

"This is what you call a great victory?"

Although Sandor had also drunk quite a bit, his ugly face remained clear-headed. He was hot-tempered and reckless, and immediately began to curse and mock.

"What damn great General Stevie Lannister?"

"Ok?"

"Hahaha, I almost threw up just now."

Sandor was already feeling nauseous from listening to the nobles' unbridled praise of Stevie.

Having achieved only a minor victory, they actually praised this good-for-nothing as being on par with King Robert and Duke Tywin Lannister.

Sandor then drew his heavy greatsword from his waist and slashed down a Lannister soldier who was running around in a panic.

"Quick! Retreat!"

The nobles and knights of the West were naturally too preoccupied to pay attention to Sandor's tirade.

They were in a panic and didn't know what to do. They could only support their commander, who had just regained consciousness and was still unaware of what was happening, and hurriedly fled out of the camp under the protection of the guards.

"Give the order!"

"Everyone! Retreat!"

Stevie came to his senses at this moment, and upon learning what had happened, he instantly shivered and turned deathly pale. He knew he had made a mess of things.

However, as the commander-in-chief of the entire army, Stevie was still more knowledgeable about military operations than the 'Hound' knight who had just berated him.

Stevie knew that although he had messed up, it wasn't the worst situation yet. A raid on the camp wouldn't wipe out the entire army, and there was still room for recovery.

He had to do his best to minimize losses at this time, stabilize the morale of the army, and then retreat to Yangji Hall to defend it to the death.

Otherwise, if he lost the Cracker Hall and gave up the smooth road to Lannisport, even if he had three heads, it wouldn't be enough for Lord Tywin Lannister to chop them off.

Stafford hastily gave orders to stabilize morale, and the Lannister army suffered a crushing defeat, leaving behind a trail of corpses, and began to retreat toward Rallhouse.

After a period of pursuit, the Targaryen army abandoned the chase, regrouped, and retreated.

The retreat of the Targaryen army brought a great sense of relief to Stevie, who had suffered heavy losses, but at the same time, a strange sense of foreboding suddenly arose in his heart.

Why didn't they pursue and kill them?

He looked around at the dense forest and then asked this question.

However, at that moment, in an inconspicuous place, sparks began to ignite.

Chapter 497 Burning the Joint Camp