Chapter 93 Captive (Second update)

The setting sun is like blood.

Reflected on Princess Arianne, it seemed to have covered her with a layer of golden tulle.

But her face was pale.

The drumstick in his hand also forgot to continue beating.

From the moment the Riverbend Cavalry broke into the right flank of the Dorne army formation, she already knew that defeat was inevitable.

The gap torn by the torrent of steel has become a fatal wound to the Dornish army.

At this time, no one can prevent the rout from happening.

The whole scene clearly explained what it means to be defeated like a mountain.

Although the direct damage caused by the river bay cavalry is actually not much compared to the nearly 20,000 Dornish army.

But the point is that this cavalry broke the Dornish formation and caused a terrible panic.

Once this kind of emotion spreads, it will be an irreparable collapse.

The sound of horseshoes, shouts of killing, screams, begging for mercy... The sonata of war has completely enveloped this wasteland.

Looking at the battlefield in front of her like a purgatory on earth, Princess Arianne felt chills all over her body.

She knew that her dream was shattered.

At this moment, she seemed to have returned to that distant night, when she inadvertently saw the letter her father wrote to her younger brother Quentin

"One day, you will take my place and rule Dorne..."

Princess Arianne will never forget how she felt when she saw those words.

My father wants to deprive her of her inheritance!

Endless darkness enveloped this noble and proud princess, and at that moment, she was determined to prove herself to her father.

However, she still failed after all.

Now father doesn't have to think about any excuses to deprive her of her inheritance right.

Princess Arianne thought to herself.

Forward.

Samwell is still fighting.

Physical strength is almost exhausted, and the horses under him are also exhausted, but fortunately, the enemy's resistance is already very weak.

He didn't even need to swing the giant sword. The Dornishmen in front of him had already scattered and fled in all directions, and they didn't even have the courage to face this group of terrifying Reach Riders.

Finally, Samwell completely penetrated the Dorne army formation and rushed out from the left flank.

Suddenly, the sea of summer under the setting sun is vast and endless, like a huge mirror laid out in front of him.

At this moment, Samwell just wanted to scream to the sky.

"Knights of the River Bend, invincible!"

Unexpectedly, the knight behind him roared first.

Samwell laughed and joined their team.

"Knights of the River Bend, invincible!"

There were less than 500 of the more than 700 cavalrymen left, and all of them were covered in blood. At a glance, they looked like a group of bright red steel monsters.

They also paid a huge price in order to penetrate the Dorne army formation.

But compared with the effect it produces, this price seems to be insignificant.

It was they who dealt the Dornishmen the fatal blow.

This honor is enough for them to remember for a lifetime.

Samwell took off the **** helmet and let out a sigh of relief.

Although he was extremely tired, his spirit was extremely high, which even gave him the illusion that he could go back and sprint for another round.

Fortunately, he is still sober, no matter whether it is a horse or a knight, he is unable to carry out a new round of charge.

However, they are no longer needed on the battlefield at this time.

Their mission has been completed, and it is time for the infantry to finish.

Earl Randall skillfully commanded his soldiers to divide and encircle the Dornish people, but he did not forget to deliberately leave a direction for them to escape.

Samwell waited and watched for a while, and felt that he had gained a lot.

When the Dornishmen laid down their weapons one by one and knelt down and surrendered, he stopped watching.

This battle is over.

Samwell looked around, just in time to catch a glimpse of the figure surrounded by river bend soldiers on a hill, he turned his horse's head and walked slowly over.

"His Royal Highness Princess Arianne." Samwell shouted with a smile.

The Dornish guards guarding Princess Arianne drew their swords to face each other, but no one dared to step forward, as if they were also frightened by the invincible posture of the knight of the river bend just now.

Princess Arianne also turned her gaze, looking at Samwell speechless for a while.

Samwell sat on the horse and joked: "Remember what I told you before the war, swords have no eyes on the battlefield, and beautiful things are as fragile as porcelain vases. Am I right?"

While speaking, Samwell raised the blood-stained Broken Heart, pointing at the collapsed Dorne army.

Princess Arianne trembled slightly, as if she had seen the terrifying scene of the terrifying knight of the river going forward and tearing apart the Dorne army formation just now.

But the next moment, she suddenly dropped the drumstick in her hand and came down the hill.

The Dorne guards tried to stop, but Princess Arianne shook her head at them, saying:

"The war is over, my warriors, it's time to put down the sword."

Hearing this, the swords of the guards all dropped involuntarily.

Princess Arianne continued to move forward and soon came to Samwell.

At this moment, Samwell was covered in blood, and there were even stumps and pieces of flesh on his armor. He looked like a demon knight who had walked out of hell, but Princess Arianne did not show any fear.

She raised her head and said: "Yes, you have won this battle. But we will not admit defeat. As I said before the battle, we are Martel who will never bend, never destroy, and never yield .

Samwell shrugged indifferently and said:

"Okay, let's keep fighting. We won this time, and we got Starfall City, oh yes, and Gaoyin City. Next time, it depends on which city you can lose. Maybe one day, even Sunspear City will surrender at my feet."

Under the setting sun, the blood-soaked Knight of the River Bend spoke with extremely strong confidence.

Even as an opponent, Princess Arianne couldn't help but be impressed.

"You are very confident." Princess Arianne said quietly, "But I must remind you that in history, there was a river **** who tried to rule Dorne, but in the end, he died on a bed covered with red scorpions."

Samwell knew that she was talking about Lord Lyonor Tyrell.

This person is the governor of Dorne appointed by Daeron I after he conquered Dorne. Unfortunately, during his tenure, rebellions in various parts of Dorne continued one after another and never stopped. hands of the rebels.

Indeed, as Princess Arianne said, it is too difficult for outsiders to rule this land.

"I think I can try again." How could Samwell admit defeat, "I like challenging things."

"Then I wish you good luck." Princess Arianne smiled brightly, her beauty beyond measure.

Samwell also had to admit that this Dorne princess is indeed charming.

And at this moment, Princess Arianne stretched out her right hand towards him.

"What are you doing?" Samwell was stunned.

Princess Arianne rolled her eyes and said angrily, "As a gentleman, you should catch a girl's hand when she reaches out to you, instead of asking 'what are you doing' impolitely."

"Unfortunately, I am not a gentleman." Samwell said inexplicably, "I am a murderous knight."

Princess Arianne gritted her teeth, and said angrily: "Then, murderous knight, do you still want to enter Starfall City earlier? You know, I still have a guard of more than 200 people in the city. If you want to If you want to attack by force, you will have to pay a high price. But if I follow you, the city gate will automatically open."

Samwell thought about it and felt that it made sense, but instead of reaching out immediately, he scanned her body up and down.

Princess Dorne was wearing a thin silk dress, which couldn't even hide the ups and downs of her body, let alone hide any weapons.

So Samwell took her hand.

Princess Arianne took advantage of her strength to leap, and sat down in front of Samwell in a vigorous figure.

She didn't dislike the blood stains on the man's body, she directly retracted into his arms, and lazily ordered:

"Go, my knight."

Even through the armor, Samwell could feel the softness and warmth of the body in his arms.

However, he didn't like the tone of the other party's order, so he patted her round thigh hard, and said coldly:

"Sit down, my captive!"

(end of this chapter)