Chapter 430 Military Spirit
It was dark, but Ser Davon Lannister was not sleepy.
The candles in the wooden house swayed constantly under the blowing of the night wind, making the figures on the ground flicker and flicker.
Although the battles in the past few days have been tough, they are not too bad. At least they have withstood the attacks of the southern army.
But he also knew that this small city would not last long.
The city wall is not tall enough and strong enough. In the past few days, soldiers from the Southern Army have been able to rush to the top of the city in almost every wave of attack.
Although they can tenaciously drive the enemy down every time, any experienced general knows that once the enemy successfully rushes to the top of the city, it will not be far from the fall of the city.
The only thing the defenders can count on is the reinforcements from the north shore.
However, the silence on the north bank made Sir Davon gradually understand that there might be no reinforcements.
They were abandoned.
Although Sir Davon could understand Duke Tywin's choice, it was inevitable that some anger would arise in his heart.
And he knew that not only himself, but other defenders must have similar thoughts.
If this continues, as time goes by, the morale of the defenders will only gradually decline, and it is not surprising that some people even have the idea of surrendering or escaping.
It can't be kept like this anymore.
A fleeting thought came to Sir Daven's mind, but he was forced to suppress it again.
But anxiety surged up, making him completely lose his composure.
Looks like I won't be able to sleep tonight.
Sir Daven simply put on his armor and began to patrol the city.
A round of crescent moon is hanging high in the sky, shedding cool brilliance.
Sir Daffon walked a few steps towards the top of the city, and saw a figure following behind him.
"William? Are you busy?" Davon turned around and asked.
The person following behind him was William Lannister, the second son of Duke Tywin's younger brother Kevan, who was also his cousin.
"Duke Tywin will not send troops to support us, will he?" Sir William Lannister said in a hoarse voice. Although it was a question, he used an affirmative tone.
Sir Daffon opened his mouth, as if he wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know how to speak, so he could only remain silent in the end.
Sir William became more and more angry when he saw this: "Tywin doesn't care whether we live or die!"
Dafeng finally defended his uncle: "Our troops are not as strong as Caesar's, and the opponent has dragons, so crossing the river to support is stupid..."
"It's all an excuse!" William interrupted impatiently, "Wars are never based on numbers. As for dragons, these days, Caesar's white dragon only dares to hover high in the sky. It is obviously afraid of our giant crossbows. Therefore It can be seen that the dragon is not invincible, Tai Wen dare not cross the river, just because of cowardice!"
"It is prudence."
"Hehe, if Jaime Lannister is guarding here, do you think Tywin will still be cautious?"
Daffon was speechless.
William continued: "My father was a prisoner in Storm's End for more than a year, but Tywin never redeemed him, and his own son Tyrion was captured in Dorne not long ago. Now they have all returned to King's Landing intact! Isn't this different treatment?"
"It's Caesar who doesn't agree to let your father come back, it's not that Tywin doesn't want to redeem him."
"Do you believe this kind of excuse?" William said angrily, "Anyway, I don't want to work hard for him anymore, this city must be guarded by you, I am going to..."
"What are you going to do!" Dafeng suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing like a beast.
It seemed that as long as the cousin didn't say the right thing, he would crush the other's throat.
William was overwhelmed by the opponent's aura, and was immediately speechless.
Dafeng stared into his cousin's eyes and said coldly:
"Don't do anything stupid, William."
William calmed down, and whispered:
"I, I just think that this city will be lost sooner or later, it's better, it's better to withdraw the army as soon as possible..."
"Is it possible to retreat?" Dafeng pulled his cousin to the side of the city wall, pointed to the deep darkness outside, and said, "You should also know that the enemy has surrounded the south, west and east sides, leaving only the north side. Was this an oversight by Caesar?
of course not!
It's a trap!
If we dare to rush out from the north gate, we will be greeted by the army chasing and intercepting us. "
William argued strongly: "We have horses, as long as we are fast enough, we may not be able to break through the encirclement."
"But Caesar has a dragon!" Dafeng said, "It doesn't matter that it has never joined the battlefield, it is because it is afraid of the giant crossbow we planted on the top of the city, but if we leave the city, we will be exposed to the wrath of the dragon .How many people do you think will make it to the Blackwater River alive?"
William opened his mouth, speechless.
Seeing this, Dafeng also put away his frightening eyes, but continued:
William lowered his head, buried his whole face in the shadow, and said in a difficult tone:
"Can we just wait here to die?"
"Death on the battlefield is the most honorable way for a knight to end the curtain." Davon's tone softened, "Besides, we may not necessarily die."
William raised his head again: "Could there be a miracle?"
Da Feng was silent for a moment, finally patted his cousin on the shoulder, and said:
"Pray to the gods."
After speaking, he strode away.
William was left standing alone at the top of the city for a long time, his face constantly changing.
Dafeng walked a few steps, then found his attendant, and ordered:
"You personally lead someone to watch William Lannister, and if he dares to make any changes, please notify me immediately."
"Yes, my lord!"
After explaining this, Dafeng lost the mood to continue his patrol, so he turned and returned to his residence.
Taking off his armor, he lay on the bed, but still didn't feel sleepy.
Until the twilight of the morning sun was faintly visible in the east, Davon squinted vaguely for a while, but was woken up again by a hasty knock on the door.
"Come in."
"My lord," said the attendant as he pushed the door open, "Sir William has indeed gathered a group of people to escape through the north gate, as you expected, and they have now been captured."
Da Feng didn't have much surprise on his face, and asked lightly:
"How many people ran with William?"
"There are about two hundred people."
It’s okay, not too much. Dafeng could only comfort himself in this way.
Putting on the armor and matching the long sword, he followed the attendants out the door.
"Dafeng! Cousin! I was wrong!" William, whose hands and feet were bound, saw Dafeng's figure and begged loudly, "You can punish me and beat me with a military stick..."
"What's the crime of running away?" Davon interrupted.
William blushed and dared not speak.
"It's a capital crime." Davon said for him.
"No, don't! You can't kill me! I'm Kevan's son! I'm the direct descendant of Lannister..."
"So you haven't forgotten your identity." Davon walked up behind William and drew out his long sword.
"No! No! Please!"
"Shut up and save yourself some last decency."
William burst into tears.
At this moment, Dafeng suddenly realized that his cousin was only seventeen years old this year.
This war was still too cruel for him.
But thinking this way in his heart, there was no trace of sympathy on Davon's face.
He is very clear that, as the commander of this army, he must make the most resolute punishment for this behavior.
Otherwise, there will only be more and more deserters.
So, in front of all the soldiers of the western border, he said loudly:
"William Lannister, because you fled the battle, in the name of the commander of the garrison here, I sentence you to death!"
As he spoke, the long sword in his hand suddenly swung down!
Chi—
A flash of blood flashed, and William's head rolled to the ground.
Da Feng withdrew his long sword and continued to give orders:
"The rest of the deserters, all executed!"
"Yes!" The executioner replied suddenly.
When more than two hundred deserters were all beheaded, the early morning mist seemed to be covered in blood.
And at this moment, the horn of attack suddenly sounded outside the city.
Dafeng's face brightened, and he roared:
"Only lions who died in battle, no lions who fled! Everyone, go to the top of the city!"
(end of this chapter)