Game of Thrones: From a deserter to a high-ranking official

Chapter 92 Victory, Jokes, and a Shadowy Situation

The battlefield was in complete chaos, blood soaking the parched earth. Lisanro had just severed the arm of a Valantis soldier attempting a sneak attack with a vicious slash; warm blood splattered onto his ornate breastplate. Gasping for breath, he rushed to Tiberius's side, his voice filled with urgency:

"Tiberius! We've gone too far! Our flanks are about to give way!"

Tiberius, his forehead slick with sweat and blood, had just hurled a deadly javelin, pinning a Valantis officer to the ground. Without turning back, he roared, his voice still clear amidst the chaos of the battlefield: "Forget the flanks! Follow me! Once we reach the center camp and cut down their commander's flag, we've won!!!"

That's right. At this point, their only way to survive was to charge forward at all costs. Everyone was fighting for their lives and desperately broke through the enemy lines!

Ultimately, they were outnumbered and outgunned, so they couldn't rely on sheer numbers or prolonged battles; they had to fight on morale.

One must press on with one's might, for the second wave will be weaker, and the third wave will be exhausted. If one hesitates and falters, the momentum of the attack will be lost, and they will surely be defeated!

They would win as long as they broke through the enemy lines. This Valantis were not like those Tiger Robe Legions. They had been defeated and disorganized, and they didn't even have time to run away, let alone turn around and counterattack.

Just as he raised his javelin again, preparing to continue this near-suicidal charge, a glimpse out of the corner of his eye revealed a familiar banner emerging from the dust in the distance, and cavalry cutting into the battlefield like an iron torrent. His movements abruptly halted, his eyes blazing with unbelievable ecstasy, and his voice trembled:

"...Wait! That's...Jules's cavalry! Great! Reinforcements have arrived!!"

The White Legion cavalry, having rested and prepared for battle, charged into the already crumbling Valantis formation from the flank with overwhelming force, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath!

Especially those heavily armored, towering shock cavalrymen, their charges were a disaster, instantly piercing and crushing the flanks that the Valantis were trying to regroup!

The army collapsed like a house of cards!

The Valantis army's will to resist crumbled the moment Jules' legions appeared. Facing a desperate counter-charge from the front and elite cavalry like wolves flanking them from the flanks, their commander panicked, and their soldiers lost all will to fight…

The collapse has begun.

The surviving Valantis soldiers abandoned their armor and weapons, crying and screaming, wanting nothing more than to escape this land of death. They fled desperately toward the River of Controversy, exposing their backs completely to their pursuers.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Valantis's commander, Mohata, was in dire straits. His magnificent carriage had become a prison for him. His guards had long since deserted or died in battle, and his loyal personal guards were routed under the relentless charge of the White Legion's cavalry. Even the charioteer, who had tried to drive the carriage for him with a lance, was struck by several arrows and fell dead beside the carriage shaft.

A large number of enemy soldiers surged in like a tide, surrounding his carriage completely. The cold glint of their weapons reflected on his despairing face.

Mohata looked around at the ever-growing number of enemies and listened to the agonizing cries of his own side in utter collapse. He knew all was lost. As a nobleman of Valantis, he could not tolerate being captured and humiliated. He gave a bitter smile, drew his sword from his waist, and held it to his neck, intending to commit suicide to preserve his last shred of dignity!

He couldn't accept the fact that he had been captured by a group of spice merchants, a group of dishonorable mercenaries!

At this critical moment—

"Whoosh!"

A javelin flew like lightning from more than ten paces away and struck the blade of his sword with perfect accuracy!

With a sharp clang, the immense impact caused Mohata's hand to split open, and his sword flew out of his hand, falling under the carriage.

Moreover, as the sword slipped from his hand, he felt a tingling sensation all over his body, as if there was an electric current in the spear!

Before he could recover from this sudden turn of events, a lithe figure leaped onto the carriage and kicked the sword he was trying to pick up again far away!

Mohata looked up in despair, only to be met with Mario's confidant, who had come to "surrender" and called himself "Vito Coppola"! At that moment, this extremely young boy was smiling at him, a smile that, in Malaco's eyes, was more terrifying than a demon.

"General, we meet again." Tiberius's voice carried a hint of mockery, his spear pointed at Mohatta's neck. "I hope our 'surrender' won't surprise you too much."

Mohata instantly understood everything. He laughed bitterly, "'Vito'! You...you really were just faking your surrender..." Endless regret and frustration welled up in his heart.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and struggled to maintain the last vestiges of a nobleman's dignity: "Now that the battle is over, I have nothing to say, only death! I beg you to tell your 'Mario' master that he... is a master strategist! However, please grant this defeated general's final wish! Let me commit suicide!"

However, the fulfillment he had envisioned did not come. Instead, the dozens of people surrounding the carriage—whether it was the fierce mercenary Habro, the grinning Vito, the still-breathing Lisanro from a bloody battle, the Mil centurion Dmitri, or even the young nobleman Lezapo from Tyrosi who had somehow mustered the courage to join in—were initially stunned upon hearing his words, before bursting into an uncontrollable, absurd, and ironic uproar of laughter!

The laughter made Mohata open his eyes, bewildered and humiliated, as he looked at the boy before him.

"A defeated general should die, but why humiliate people like this!" he shouted, feeling utterly aggrieved. "You Ris people have no noble honor whatsoever!"

Tiberius stopped laughing, stepped forward, looked down at him, and said clearly, word by word:

"First of all, I am not called 'Vito,' dear General." He pointed to the real Vito beside him.

"He is. My real name is Tiberius Mod."

Mohata's eyes widened instantly, his mouth slightly agape, as if he had heard the most unbelievable thing in the world, utterly shocked by this sudden truth!

Tiberius, seeing the shocked look on his face, continued, "That's right, it's the 'Lightning Boy' you mentioned. I was the one who did the blood fight, and I solved the Bloodwave Cape case. So, General Malaco," his tone carried an undeniable resolve, "you can't just die so easily."

He burst into laughter again, his laughter filled with the arrogance of a victor and a hint of triumphant satisfaction at his successful prank.

"You still owe me an estate and that gilded and ivory-inlaid carriage to take me to Valantis in style! You said it yourself, so you can't go back on your word!"

"One day, I will go and see the Black Wall, and what your great ancient Valyrian fortress looks like!"

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"What time is it?" Lisangzhuo woke up in bed and felt the sun shining in through the window. The golden sunlight shone on him, making him feel warm and cozy.

"Tiberius...and my son Lisanlo, where are they?" He suddenly remembered this and quickly got up.

"Guards! Guards!" he shouted.

"No way..." He thought of the worst-case scenario, but quickly dismissed it.

"That's impossible. Even if Tiberius were to run, Lisanlo wouldn't!" he reassured himself.

Then he heard a sound coming from the doorway, which sounded like hundreds or thousands of people shouting at the door.

The worst thought flashed through Lisangzhuo's mind.

The Valantis... they've broken in, and Tiberius, along with his son Lisanro, have abandoned him and fled!

He could only cower under the covers and obey the King of Light's orders.

With a creak, the door opened.

Lisandro saw it: Jules, covered in blood, stood at the door, wielding two swords, while his sons Lisanro and Tiberius stood guard around him, their bodies covered in even more blood.

"Jules..." Lisanzhuo said, his eyes reddening and his voice choked with emotion.

Looking at the blood-soaked soldiers before him, he had never felt so at ease!

"My lord!" Jules walked to the bedside and reported to Lisandro, "The enemy has been completely driven away. Now, you are safe!"

On the other side of the battlefield.

Lezapo held a quill pen in his hand, watching as Habrol and Dmitri directed the soldiers to throw the spoils onto the wagons.

"Damn it, Tiberius..." Habro, lying on the carriage, cursed through gritted teeth. "What a rascal! We actually managed to drive the Valantis away... but I almost died here too!"

In fact, Habroy was in charge of leading the assault force. After all, you couldn't let Lisanlo and Tiberius lead the army, could you? One of them was too naive, and the other was too young.

Because he wasn't wearing armor, a Valantius scimitar slashed his thigh near his knee. Fortunately, the wound wasn't deep, but it was still quite painful.

"Alright, stop complaining." Dmitry stroked Mohata's luxurious chariot, mentally calculating how much he could smuggle from the spoils. "This time, we've truly won a great victory!"

"Yeah, a big victory, but what's the use?" Habroy rolled his eyes.

"Damn it, Tiberius swore all that Watchtower guarded the middle reaches of the Controversial River, facing Broken Sword Fortress across the river; and that the Three Taxes Posts guarded the main road from the Delta to the flank corridor. We were in Stoneraven Town, and there was absolutely no chance of encountering the enemy... And what happened?" He slammed his fist on the carriage.

"Look, a full 1,500 people, leisurely coming from the Delta region. Where are the people from the three customs offices? Where is Wangbao? What's their situation now?" He slammed his fist on the bed.

"Or perhaps..." He looked at the setting sun in the distance, a sense of unease rising in his heart.

"The Riseland region has actually been completely taken over by the Valantis?"