Game of Thrones: Battle Royale Game

Ser Daeron Grafson was beginning to regret it.

If he had not hesitated because he was stingy with these goods and had rationally chosen to issue a retreat order as soon as possible, he would have only needed to leave three to five people behind to cover the retreat of the large force.

The bad terrain here will not only limit yourself, but also the pursuers in the fishing village.

But those few minutes of hesitation made him lose the power of choice. Now more than half of his troops were involved in the struggle. If he retreated now, it would mean abandoning them.

It's not that Darren is unwilling to abandon these companions. The key is that Sir Simon, their undercover agent in the Wilder Alliance, mentioned something in a letter - Wilder has summoned a lot of mercenary cavalry.

None of Wilder's cavalry appeared here, which meant that they must have been deployed somewhere outside the fishing village, waiting to emerge and beat up the drowned dogs after he was defeated and fled.

Rather than withdrawing with less than half of his men to compete with the elite cavalry, Daeron would rather fight to the death here and face the ragtag group in front of him.

"Spread to both sides! Go through the reeds to flank their rear!" Ser Daeron ordered the remaining men around him who had not been involved in the battle.

An inch longer and an inch stronger. When faced with enemies using spears, the head-on battle on the path is very detrimental to Daeron's side. He needs the morale of his side to be affected by the fact that Ser Lion Shet was killed by the opponent's leader alone. Destroy the enemy's shield wall before causing irreparable damage, dragging them into melee.

As long as the rabble formation on the opposite side does not exist, the situation will soon turn into a one-sided massacre.

Under the command of Sir Daeron, more than 10 dismounted cavalry quickly dispersed into the reeds on both sides of the path, then quickly moved forward, and then rushed out from the sides and back of the levies.

They launched just one attack, causing the formation of the Wild Alliance conscripts to collapse on the spot.

The two sides fought in a melee, which forced the archers in the fishing village to stop shooting.

"As expected of a cavalryman, even if he dismounts, he still uses outflanking tactics so skillfully." Seeing this scene, Ian commented while hiding on a high point in the fishing village.

"I originally thought they would retreat, so that our cavalry would stop them on the outside of the trail and divide and annihilate them." Wilder's mood was much heavier than Ian's.

"I can only say that Sir Daeron is not stupid. He did not fall for your trick. He chose to fight to the death with our infantry. This is the best choice." Ian shrugged.

"Quickly order the cavalry on the periphery to dismount and enter the trail to attack the enemy's rear, otherwise you will lose your army." As he spoke, Ian pointed at the levies who were already showing signs of defeat.

Wilder nodded and glanced at the attendant beside him. The attendant immediately understood what Sir Wilder meant and ran away quickly.

"It's time to attack," Sir Wilder put on his helmet and asked Ian, "Want to come together?"

"Normally, I don't like to involve myself in dangerous situations." Ian smiled and shook his head.

Sir Wilder was not angry because of Ian's refusal. After greeting several guards who stayed with him in the fishing village, he drew his sword and rushed out of the fishing village.

On the battlefield, Wilder's side fell into a huge disadvantage. After Daeron's outflanking tactics successfully destroyed the shield wall of the levies, several of Daeron's masters rushed into the levies like a flock of sheep.

Among them, the old Sir Shalit killed everyone. He first seriously injured Sir Roger, the son of Wilder, in a one-on-one battle, forcing the latter to be carried down, and then killed 6 spearmen in succession. The soldiers on Wilder's side couldn't help but feel frightened when they saw him.

Just when Sir Shalit was swinging his sword to finish off the seventh enemy he had killed today, a half-sword blocked Sir Shalit's attack and saved the soldier.

Shalit looked up and saw that it was a guy who looked older than himself.

Wilder's levies immediately burst into cheers. No doubt Sir Wilder and his guards joined the battlefield to give these people a shot in the arm.

"Step back, the battlefield is not the place you should be, old guy." Sir Shalit said to Wilder, and then let out a laugh as unpleasant as a drake's crow, "This is what your son just said to me, and now His elderly father is going to the battlefield himself because of his incompetence?"

"You will pay the price for this!" Sir Wilder replied with a dark face. His son's life or death was now uncertain, but he did not expect that the other party would use this matter to rub salt into his wounds.

"Come on! Wilder, I've long wanted to experience the power of a guy who can chop off one of Aris's forearms in Jonnoso's armor!" Shalit said as he approached Wilder , preparing to attack it.

However, the speed of Wilder's sword attack was far beyond Shalit's expectation. Before Shalit could take action, he saw the tip of the opponent's sword pointing directly at his face.

Shalit could only retreat quickly, but Sir Wilder's stabs followed one after another, and Shalit was forced back to the front of the convoy.

Fortunately, another dismounted cavalry attacked Sir Wilder from the side and forced him back, allowing Shalit to get a brief respite.

However, just when Shalit was about to give up the plan of duel and prepare to call his companions to besiege Wilder, he suddenly heard Darren's cry for help behind him.

It turned out that Wilder's cavalry who were deployed on the periphery had dismounted and entered the path leading to the fishing village, outflanking them from behind.

Ser Daeron, who had stayed in the middle of the caravan and did not come forward to join the battle, would soon face a large number of enemy siege.

Shalit looked around, hoping to find a few people to go back to rescue the young master, but he was soon disappointed because all their men were caught in the melee and could not get out at all.

Seeing that the enemy was less than 30 meters away from the convoy, Sir Daeron also fell into despair.

He has never been a qualified warrior. Although he is the leader of this bandit group, he is not as powerful as Ser Arys.

His hobbies are business and sailing. The last time he attended the Chamber of Commerce dinner of Trade Governor Illyrio in Pentos, he accidentally heard about the marriage contract between the Targaryen princess and the legendary Horse King, so he had the idea of ​​taking this opportunity to revitalize Family thoughts.

He found his best brother, Yaris Rivers, who had been a servant of the Grafson family, to discuss the matter, and finally decided to rob the Riverlands together and use the money to form an army. Go to Viserys.

I didn't expect that things had already progressed to this point, and that I would actually fall here.

"Ser Daeron!"

Suddenly, Darren heard a shout coming from the reeds nearby.

"who is it?"

"Sir Daeron, come here quickly, my master asked me to save you." The voice from the reeds came out again, igniting a glimmer of hope in Daeron's heart.

"Who is your master? Is it Yaris?" Darren asked eagerly.

"He is Ser Arys's brother." The other party replied.

"Sir Simon?" Daeron didn't hesitate anymore and dove into the reeds.