Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 133 Battle of the Camp Attack
Night was approaching, and Davon Lannister stood in the camp, watching the rain gradually stop.

There was no hay mat in the tent in the military camp for people to lie down comfortably. The thin and continuous drizzle lasted for several days. The tent and armor had not been dried for a long time. The sun seemed to be hidden in the clouds and refused to come out to catch a glimpse of the lion.

There has been no news from the scouts along the coast, which means that Davon's thousands of new troops have not received a single piece of intelligence from the Northern Army.

The feeling of uneasiness was like a fire burning in his heart, making it difficult for Da Feng to calm down.

In the dim distance, the patrolling sentries of the Western New Army marched in columns around the camp. They looked impressive, but in fact they were not paying attention to the surroundings of the camp.

My father's training was very effective. At least the new army learned the platoon. Wanting to further strengthen it can only be said to be delusional in a short period of time.Da Feng sighed slightly in his heart, and turned around to face the dim tent alone.

Everywhere in the military camp was cold, and the humidity in the air made it difficult to light a fire. In comparison, his tent was the best it could be.

The sound of commotion appeared in the camp at this time. Da Feng heard the sound and ran away. The scout he had sent out fell off his horse the moment he rode into the camp. Blood stains were like spots on his face and cloth armor.

Several scouts then broke in from the main entrance of the camp, their faces full of exhaustion.

"Sir!" The attendant rushed to Feng's side, "Only one of the scouts sent out came back, and the rest..."

"Ask the army doctor to come over," Da Feng lowered his voice, suppressing his inner excitement, and his voice seemed a little strange compared to usual, "Haosheng treated, please ask slowly."

He dug his nails hard into his flesh, and the pain brought him back to reality.

The scouts were originally sent to die, with the purpose of finding out the location of Robb Stark, and then judging the location of the northerners based on the speed of their march towards Casterly Rock.

He guessed Robb Stark's strategy again. Davon stared at the map. Although Duke Tywin could still deal with the enemy with the Blackwater River, it was much more difficult to break through quickly and return to the West.

Therefore, if we want to break the situation, Robb Stark must die in the West. Only in this way can the northerners marching south to King's Landing be demoralized and the Lannister have some breathing space.

"The entire army rests overnight and sets out early tomorrow morning." Davon ordered slowly. He always wanted to imitate Tywin's characteristics of being calm and calm in times of crisis, but his brash and unrestrained personality made it difficult for him to hide the details of his facial expressions.

The only sounds left in the military camp were the footsteps of patrolling soldiers.

In the distance of the mountain forest, the direwolf flag was raised by the Northern Cavalry. The direwolf Gray Wind sniffed the ground with his nose, and looked into the distance with the cold light in his eyes embedded in the night.

Robb Stark is riding a horse, and most of the guards' horses around him are already familiar with Gray Wind's presence. Although they still dare not approach, they can at least stay still.

Greatjon Umber let out a cold laugh from his throat, "The bastards are already asleep, waiting for their throats to be slit."

Daisy Mormont rubbed the blade of the sword with cloth and held the hilt tightly. "The tired lions are marching in a hurry. Now is the time for them to die."

Everyone looked at Robb Stark. The Young Wolf Lord slowly drew out his sword and said, "Kill all the people in the Westerlands." "Kill all the people in the Westerlands!" Greatjon Umber roared loudly and rushed out on horseback.

The silence of the night was instantly broken by the rapid and shocking sound of horse hooves. Sleeping birds rushed to the sky, and animals large and small were awakened by the shaking earth.

The new troops in the Western Region looked at the mountains in front of them at a loss. One of them held a torch high, trying to see clearly.

The arrows were erratic and fell diagonally in the night sky. They hit the new army holding the torch. Blood immediately overflowed and they fell to the ground.

The new army clearly saw who was coming, and the cavalry in the wild charged in columns, like daggers sticking out from the dark curtain. The fierce silver light shone on the dagger body, which happened to be the armor on the cavalry and the spears held out.

Davon woke up from his sleep and walked out of the tent. What he saw was the scene of cavalry all over the field.

Looking at the new shiny silver helmets on the northern cavalry, his heart felt like a boulder rolling down and sinking into the valley.

The Western Territory completely enriched the Northern Territory cavalry.
The flaming arrows were like stars twinkling in the sky above, getting closer and closer, and the tent was the driving force behind the spread of the fire.

The miserable howls of the new army in the Western Region, the clang of weapons falling to the ground, the snort of charging horses, and the sounds of fighting all over the sky.
Da Feng seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, his ears were filled with ice water, his ears were deafened, and his whole body was cold.

He put his legs on the ground, but it seemed that the soil was too sticky and stuck to him. Da Feng found that he could not move. The extreme pain was like a devil's hand dragging him toward the ruthless abyss, restricting his limbs.

The attendant who had been with him day and night had half of his head cut off. He moved on the spot a few times and fell to the ground. A pool of blood splashed on Da Feng's body. He shivered violently. His legs seemed to have melted into blood. He felt weak for a while and fell to the ground. on the ground.

Several northern soldiers found him and pushed him to the ground. The hard stone on the ground was painful.
It hurts too much. There is no need to exert so much force. Da Feng really wanted to shout, because his limbs were so weak that they no longer belonged to him. The golden beard and hair that he was once proud of were soaked in mud and water, and looked like a loser on his face. A complete joke.

"Davon Lannister," a very young voice heard. Davon looked up, wanting to see what the commander he had been trying to defeat looked like. He looked into Robb Stark's eyes. , "It's time we got to know each other."

"Kill me." Da'von didn't know whether this was the strength left in the Lannister Lion's heart or a cowardly plea.

The Young Wolf Lord said calmly that the Lannister in front of him was just one of the many enemies he had defeated, "You are a good hostage, Davon Lannister. Your father is still holding on to Brand City. We need you, we need you." Stop Stafford Lannister from seeking death."

"Karstark's cavalry!" Davon suddenly raised his head, the northern cavalry pretending to attack the defense line of the western camp.

"They are not so stupid. They used cavalry to attack the fortified city. Davon Lannister, although your father is stupid, he will never be defeated like this, and I will not waste my troops." Robb glanced coldly at the man. Davon, subdued by the soldiers, left in the distance. This Lannister was just one of the many enemies he defeated.

Da Feng stared at the back of the Young Wolf Lord, his most powerful enemy.
He slammed his face into the muddy water. It turned out that the news from the scouts was false, the purpose of the North's surprise attack on Casterly Rock was false, and Karstark's attack on the defense line he had deployed was also a pretense.
Really waiting for him here, waiting for the last defenders of the Western Territory
Baron Deddings looked at the painful Davon Lannister with slightly sympathetic eyes, but he smiled self-deprecatingly. A baron who lost his territory was not qualified to sympathize with the lion in the West, even though the lion was basically disabled.

He spurred his horse slightly and followed Robb Stark.

(End of this chapter)