Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 270
Please bear with me, I will try my best to make it up before the end of the month.Thanks.

"They have my son," said Tywin Lannister.

"Yes, my lord." The messenger's voice was dull with fatigue.On the chest of his tattered burqa, dried blood covered the dappled boar of House Crakeher.

One of your two sons, Tyrion thought.He took a sip of his drink and said nothing, thinking of James.When he raised his hand, the sharp pain rushed straight from his elbow to his mind, reminding him of the feeling of the battlefield.Although he loves his brother, even if he is given all the gold in Casterly Rock City, he doesn't want to stay in the Whispering Forest with his brother.

The princes and generals summoned by my father calmed down and listened to the envoy's statement of what happened.In the spacious and airy long hall of the hotel, only the firewood in the stove is crackling.

Tyrion was heartened by the idea of ​​resting at an inn after the long and urgent journey south, even if it was only for one night... only he secretly hoped it wouldn't be this inn full of memories again.Their father ordered them to march at an exhausting pace, and they suffered heavy losses as a result.If the wounded in war cannot keep up, they are left to fend for themselves.Every morning when they set off, some people would fall on the side of the road, fall asleep and never wake up again; in the afternoon, some people would collapse on the side of the road exhausted; , into the night, and even Tyrion himself would have liked to go with them.

A moment ago, he was still upstairs, lying on the soft and comfortable feather bed, hugging Shae's warm body.But his squire came hastily and shook him awake, with reports of men on horseback bringing great news from Riverrun.He knew at once that they had made their trip in vain.Running south, the endless march and the corpses left on the side of the road... all came to nothing.Robb Stark had broken the siege of Riverrun days before.

"How is this possible?" moaned Ser Harris Swyfer. "How is it possible? Even after the Battle of the Whispering Wood, Riverrun was still surrounded by armies... What was Ser Jaime thinking? Divided into three places? He should know the risks of doing so, right?"

He knows better than you chinless coward, Tyrion thought.Even though Jaime had lost Riverrun, it still made him angry to hear his brother being slandered by a man like Swyfer.Swyfer was a brazen sycophant, whose greatest achievement in life was to marry his also chinless daughter to Ser Kevan, thereby establishing a relationship with the Lannisters.

"I would have done the same," replied the uncle, and Tyrion would never have been so calm if he had spoken. "You have never seen Riverrun, Ser Harris, or you would have known that Jaime had no choice. Riverrun lies at the tip of the delta of the Red Fork, a tributary of the Tumblestone that flows into the Trident, forming a triangular shape." Two sides, and in case of danger, the Tullys would open the upstream gates and build a wide moat on the third side, turning Riverrun into an island in the river. The walls rose high from the water, and the defenders could be seen from the towers. Everything within a few leagues of the opposite bank. To cut off the support of all parties, the attacking party must place an army on the north bank of the Tengshi River, the south bank of the Hongyou River, and the west bank of the moat, that is, between the two rivers. In addition Other than that, there is no other way.

"My lords, Sir Kevan is right," said the messenger. "Our army has densely set up sharpened wooden palisades around the camp, but without any warning, and the river water cut off our camps from each other, such preparations are very difficult. Not enough. They attacked the northern camp first, and the timing was completely unexpected. Marco Piper had been harassing our supply convoy, but he had only five or sixty men. The night before the attack, Jan Ser Mu himself took an army against them... well, we thought it was Piper's men. We heard the Starks were still on the east side of the Green Fork, heading south..."

"Where are your scouts?" Ser Gregor Clegane's face was carved from stone, the firelight casting an eerie orange on his skin and casting deep shadows under his eye sockets. "Didn't they see anything? Didn't give you any warning?"

The bloodied messenger shook his head. "Our scouts have been disappearing lately, and we think it's Marco Piper's fault. And the occasional ones who come back find nothing."

"Seeing nothing means he doesn't need eyes," declared the Mountain. "Pull out their eyes and give them to the replacement scout, and tell him: I hope four eyes can see better than two... If he still No, then the next person will have six eyes."

Lord Tywin Lannister turned to look at Ser Gregor, and Tyrion saw a gleam in his father's eyes, but he couldn't tell whether it was approval or disgust.Lord Tywin was usually silent in meetings, preferring to listen to others before speaking, a habit Tyrion had always wanted to emulate.But even for a father, it was unusual for him to be so silent. He hadn't even touched a drink.

"You say they launched a night raid?" Ser Kevan asked.

The visitor nodded wearily. "The vanguard was led by Heiyu, cut down our guards, cleared the fence, and facilitated the main attack. When our men came to their senses, the opposing cavalry had leaped over the ditch, charged into the camp with swords and torches in their hands. I slept in Xizhai, It is the place between the two rivers. People on our side heard the fight and saw the tents on fire. Lord Brax led everyone on the raft, trying to row to the other side to rescue. However, the current was strong and took us downstream Chong, the defenders of Tully's house found out and launched a bombardment with the catapults on the city wall. I saw with my own eyes that one raft was smashed to pieces, the other three capsized, and the people on it were swept into the river and drowned... ...and those who managed to cross the river found that the Stark army was waiting for them on the other side."

Ser Flement Brax wore a silver and purple burqa with an expression of disbelief on his face. "My father, my lord father—"

"My lord, I am sorry," said the messenger. "Lord Brax was in full plate and mail when his raft capsized. He was a warrior."

He is a fool, Tyrion thought, swirling his goblet, looking into the vortex.In the middle of the night, fully armed, crossed the rapids on a crude raft, and rushed towards the enemy who was waiting on the other side-if this was called a warrior, he would rather be a coward every time.I wonder if Earl Brax felt particularly heroic when he was dragged into the dark deep water by his heavy armor?

(End of this chapter)