Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The siege battle lasted three days.

The southern army organized more than a dozen waves of offensives, and they were able to reach the top of the city every time, but they were unable to completely break through the defense line of the defenders and capture the city.

The army in the city is extremely tenacious. Even if there is no hope of reinforcements hanging outside, even if the enemy attacks wave after wave, even if the number of casualties increases at an extremely fast speed, they still do not give up. Persist in fighting to the end.

Samwell wasn't in a hurry, he arranged the siege in an orderly manner, consumed the number of defenders and soldiers, and waited for the arrival of the follow-up army.

At this time, the number of Confederate soldiers who arrived at the front line had reached more than 70,000, including the 8,000 Unsullied who Samwell placed high hopes on.

The densely packed tents were like mushrooms growing wildly, almost covering the King's Road, and all kinds of sounds drifted across the fields and woodlands, turbulent and surging, completely suppressing the whistling wind.

In order to make long poles to carry the banners, all the trees within a few miles were cut down. Under the sunlight, countless swords and spears shone like a forest of steel, icy cold.

When it was meal time, thousands of fires filled the air with a pale mist.

With such a force, if it attacked regardless of the cost, it would not be difficult to flatten the small city in front of it.

But Samwell hesitated.

After attacking for so many days, the small town in front of him was already crumbling, but the enemy army on the other side remained silent. Duke Tywin seemed to have made up his mind to abandon the army on the south bank.

The opponent was so decisive, and Samwell was a little bit in trouble.

Although taking down the army on the south bank can cause serious damage to the strength of the Lannister family, he is a bit greedy.

So in this informal military meeting, Samwell seemed a little absent-minded.

"Tywin won't be fooled. Then, we can only wait for the Stormland fleet to return before crossing the river." Earl Landau said.

Samwell didn't take over.

Earl Landau is right, but even if everything goes well, the Stormland Fleet can successfully defeat the Iron Fleet and protect the River Bend without any worries. This round-trip trip will circle Westeros continent for more than half a circle, and then come back I'm afraid it will be three or four months later.

What's more, this naval battle may not necessarily be won.

After all, the Ironborn are the traditional overlords of Westeros seas, facing them, no one dares to say that they will definitely win.

If the battle is unfavorable, or even if the victory is heavy, the Stormland Fleet may not be able to control the Blackwater River with the intervention of the Braavos Fleet.

"Are the Braavos really coming?" someone asked.

Lord Leighton Hightower said: "I have received definite news that the so-called invincible fleet of Braavos has indeed left the port, most likely heading for the Blackwater River."

There was a lot of discussion in the camp, some cursed loudly, some were impassioned, some expressed worry...but no one dared to mention the withdrawal of troops anymore.

After all, they all knew the determination of the Storm King, and since the war had officially begun, any mention of withdrawal would disturb the morale of the army.

After making noise for a long time without any constructive suggestions, they were finally reprimanded by Samwell and rushed back to their respective camps.

When only father and son were left in the tent, Earl Landau asked:

"The Stormland Fleet has really set off for the river bend?"

"Of course it's true." Samwell shrugged helplessly, "The river bend must not be messed up, this is the bottom line. Otherwise, even if King's Landing is captured, the nobles of the river bend will no longer support me."

Lord Randyll also fell silent.

He understands the importance of reputation and prestige for a king, some small tricks may achieve temporary victory, but they will lose people's hearts forever.

"Since this is the case, there is no need to rush to take down this small town in front of us," said Earl Landau.

Samwell agrees with this:

"I think so too. Anyway, I can't cross the river for the time being. It's better to keep this nail on the south bank and see if I can lure Tywin over."

"That's right. And even if Tywin doesn't come, the longer the delay here, the greater the blow to the morale of the army on the other side. No one likes to follow a commander who will not save him."

Earl Landau is actually more patient than Samwell, this battle-tested veteran has long been accustomed to tug-of-war.

Back then during the Reaver's War, he could stay outside Storm's End for a whole year, and now he can surround the small city in front of him for half a year.

If Tywin really sat back and watched the defenders on the south bank slowly die in despair, the prestige and strength of the Lannister family would definitely suffer a major blow.

It just happened to wait for the Stormland fleet to return victorious, and it would be safest to cross the river at that time.

Of course, Samwell understood his father's psychology, and knew that this was actually what most nobles from the Stormlands and the Reach were thinking.

Although last time at the Indus Manor, Samwell let the southern nobles appreciate the horror of the approaching winter through a show, and strengthened their determination to march north, but when these people wake up, I am afraid that few of them really believe in aliens. Ghosts will come.

Even Lord Randyll felt in his heart that his son was worrying about some disaster that might not happen.

Samwell was also very helpless about this.

But there is no good way.

Do you really want to trust that cunning spider?

Before Varys sent an inexplicable letter through Mrs. Shataya, there was no movement, but Samwell knew that the other party should still contact him.

After sending Earl Randall away, Samwell blew out the candles and was about to go to sleep, but saw the curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted, and a figure came in silently.

He was startled suddenly, but after smelling the familiar fragrance, he relaxed again.

"Daenerys, why are you here?"

"Let me see you." Daenerys slipped into her husband's arms.

"Didn't tell you to stay in Tongmen City, don't come to the front line..." Samwell stopped talking halfway.

After some tenderness, Samwell still said in a strong tone:

"Spend the night here today, but tomorrow you must return to the rear."

"I'm dreaming again." Daenerys whispered.

Samwell froze for a moment and asked:

"What dream?"

"I dreamed that you were engulfed by the wind and snow, and disappeared completely. I kept shouting and searching, but I couldn't find anything..."

"It's just a nightmare." Samwell hugged his wife tightly, stroking her swollen belly with one hand.

Through the clothes, he could also feel the heat emitted, as if a fireball was conceived in her stomach.

Daenerys said softly:

"Well, it's not all a nightmare. I also dreamed that you sat on the Iron Throne, wearing the crown of the ancestors of House Targaryen, looking down on the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms."

Samwell laughed:

"I love this dream. And it's bound to come true."

"Yeah." Daenerys shrank into her husband's arms, her body relaxed, "I believe in you, and you will be able to take me home soon."

Samwell suddenly realized that maybe Daenerys was the one who was most eager to break King's Landing besides himself.

"Yes, I'll be able to take you home soon."