thefictionvixens Chapter 112 The Illusion of Glory
Chapter 112 The Illusion of Glory
Chapter 112 The Illusion of Glory
Loras Tyrell gazed greedily at the battlefield.
Fluttering flags, a forest of spears, gleaming armor.
The scene he had imagined countless times was now right before his eyes.
Countless knights were behind him.
A towering white tower, a nimble hunter in red, a dazzling red and gold fox—beneath each banner lies an ancient family.
Loras stood at the very front, a golden rose blooming above his head.
House Tyrell, though also a long-established family, never reigned in the Reach until Aegon's conquest, when they were granted Highhold.
Therefore, many families privately complained that their stewards should not be sitting in the position of supreme ruler.
Loras will use this battle to shut them up.
The valley cavalry were arrayed not far away on the opposite side.
Their iron-blue armor was dull and lacked luster, making it look lifeless.
Mountain horses are also shorter, with coarse coats, and are far less magnificent than southern warhorses.
The Reach Knights, on the other hand, were a flowing mix of gold, green, and crimson, their mounts tall and well-groomed, all draped in colorful cloaks.
Judging from appearances alone, the difference is obvious.
Renly had said that the Vale cavalry were the sharpest blade of the Allied forces, and if they could break through there, Eddard would be unable to pursue them.
And this task was entrusted to the person I trusted most.
"I've fought Bronze Yorne many times in tournaments and I know his character well," Renly told him before the battle.
"This person looks very serious, but he is quite proud at heart and can't keep his temper in check."
"You should first lead your cavalry to engage the Valley Knights, make sure to drive them back, and deliberately make an aggressive show of force."
"This is to lure Jon into abandoning his defenses and launching an attack."
"All you have left to do is hold on until the enemy's flanks are exposed, at which point our infantry will arrive in time to crush them."
Loras didn't bother to think about why he was doing this, but Renly was definitely right.
The facts are obvious: they outnumber the people and have thicker armor; if they were to mince meat together, the Valley people wouldn't last long.
Moreover, a thin mist still floated on the sea in the early morning, and Redwin's fleet was hidden not far away.
When the battle reaches its most intense point, they will attack the king killer from behind.
The call to attack has been sounded, and the flags of both sides are tilting forward simultaneously.
It's a pity that the tyrant was hiding behind the battlefield and couldn't be fought on the battlefield.
But that's okay, there are other competitors.
Loras spurred his horse and charged forward.
"For Renly! For Highgarden!"
It seemed like only a blink of an eye before the enemy appeared before them.
However, Loras felt that time suddenly slowed down.
His spear struck a valley knight with pinpoint accuracy, piercing through his sky-blue breastplate and heading straight for his heart.
He threw away the broken staff and drew his longsword.
This is not a martial arts tournament.
There were no referees, no rules, and no dignity in being helped up after surrendering.
But Loras sensed something he had been chasing in the arena for years, something he had never truly obtained.
My blood was burning, and an unprecedented sense of sublimity rose in my chest.
Show your bravery, win glory, and compose songs.
He will become a part of history, and will be praised by all alongside Ryan Redwin and the dragon knight Aemon.
He might be like "Mirror Shield" Savin, wielding a gleaming mirror shield and piercing the dragon's eye with a single spear thrust; or he might slay a giant and rescue the imprisoned princess.
No one can stop him from going wherever he wants.
One sword strike after another.
Loras could no longer feel the passage of time.
In his frenzied excitement, he suddenly noticed his own infantry charging towards him from the opposite side.
Looking around, I realized that I had turned around at some point.
As expected, the valley cavalry were easily defeated and pushed directly next to the valley infantry.
Although this created some distance, the infantry from the bend had to run a few more steps to catch up.
Several arrows flew in, struck the silver armor, and bounced off to the ground with a crisp sound.
He was not afraid of being shot, and his warhorse was also covered in plate armor.
But it's not a full-coverage approach; that would be too heavy and too physically demanding, and this battle is going to be a protracted one.
Loras deftly steered his horse into the crowd, obscuring the archer's view.
The enemy's reserves began to move, and the Lion Banner of the Kingslayer was planted in the center of the battlefield.
Just then, several gun barrels emerged from the western sea.
Renly was right, the fleet arrived on time.
Loras's lips curled up as he glanced at the battlefield, estimating how long it would take for the ships to reach the shore.
"Waaah"
The bugle call sounded from the east, but the troops coming from there were definitely not friendly forces.
Loras turned his head.
Legendary heroes always appear riding white horses, followed by thousands of troops.
But at this moment, emerging from the morning mist and dust was an enormous white deer, its antlers like a crown, draped over a knight.
Loras stared blankly, momentarily forgetting that he was on a battlefield.
War has never been a glorious thing.
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Baron Sven has witnessed too many life-and-death separations along his journey.
He was the second son in the family and had no right to inherit.
But he was skilled in martial arts, so in order to gain fame and fortune, he traveled a long distance to King's Landing, hoping to make a name for himself in the court.
However, he did not achieve any good results in the martial arts tournament, and his proud archery skills were even defeated by a commoner.
However, his performance still caught King Joffrey's eye.
"Interested in joining the capital's garrison?" He was just a prince back then.
"My father doesn't care about this mess, but I don't want King's Landing to be turned into a mess by them, so I need some upright people to clean up the Golden Robes."
"Sir Baron, would you be willing to help me?"
It was a good job, but Baron didn't know much about Joffrey at the time.
The Golden Robe was a murky place, and he feared becoming a victim of the power struggle.
"Of course, anyone would have to think twice about something this abrupt," the prince said. "How about this, I'll find you a job training soldiers, you can start at the Red Keep."
"We have plenty of time to get to know each other."
This seemed safe, and Baron, not wanting to offend the royal family, agreed.
Then he fell into the trap.
Before long, Baron suddenly found himself inexplicably becoming the captain of the Iron Gate guards, with a bunch of newly recruited golden robes under his command.
Commander Genos was already in poor health at that time, but he still made a special trip to threaten him to get out of here as soon as possible.
Baron wanted to resign, but Prince Joffrey went on an expedition to the Valley and, upon his return, kept finding excuses not to see him, only sending his hounds to deliver messages.
Then came hunting, assassination, fighting, and all sorts of other messy things.
Then came the fire.
A terrible fire.
After being burned, Baron felt enlightened.
What's the difference between doing something and doing something else? Why overthink it? Just live one day at a time and fulfill your responsibilities.
Then King Joffrey said.
War is cruel; it is nothing but meaningless slaughter, a tool for sacrificing others for their own benefit.
But King Joffrey said...
Only by achieving victory as soon as possible and ending the war can we usher in true peace.
Baron was still confused.
He didn't know if what he said was true or false, so he poured several bottles of wine for the hound and took the opportunity to ask him.
"Fuck you, why are you thinking so much?"
"Let me tell you, the less you think, the longer you'll survive around these people."
"Of course, I'm not saying you should just do whatever they tell you to do, but rather don't try to figure out their plans."
"Listen to me, I have plenty of experience."
Alright then, I'll listen to the senior's advice.
Baron thought they had run all the way and saw their allies being attacked and about to be defeated, so they should rush to provide support.
But the king told them to rest there for a while.
Then take a break.
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