Chapter 649: Robbery

On the road from Tianji City to the Prince's Pass.

Gollum-

Horses' hoofs tread the soft ground, and behind them a row of carriages laden with goods, the wheels screeching as they drive.

They carried the banner of King Tomb City, a white skull-and-skull banner with a golden crown on a black background.

The family coat of arms and the city's name come from the founder of House Manwood, who killed a Reach King there.

This was a batch of supplies destined for the front line, mainly carrying the Dorne wine used to reward the soldiers, dried bacon, and some gold and silver.

Due to the high temperature and dryness all the year round in Dorn, fresh pork, beef and mutton cannot be stored for a long time at all, and can only be stored by air-drying as soon as possible to remove moisture and pickling with salt.

The Wangzhong City of the Manwudi family is very close to the prince's pass. Although they are not "pass guardians", they have a close relationship with the Fowler family in Tianji City.

This time, Count Franklin Fowler, the Guardian of the Pass, made a mistake and violated the laws of the kingdom, and he was bound to be severely punished.

The Fowler family is also actively lobbying other Dornish nobles to join them. Although the Manwoodi family did not expressly express that they would follow the Fowler family to resist the king, the risk of raising the flag of rebellion is too high, but they still secretly provided the defenders. some material support.

For example, this batch of reward materials is about to be transported to the back of the Prince's Pass, and the person who is now in charge of escorting this batch of materials is also the second son of Earl Manwood, Dickon Manwood.

The young aristocrat of Dorne is not an ordained knight. Due to special historical, cultural and other factors, Dorne is somewhat out of tune with the rest of Westeros, so there are very few ordained knights in Dorne.

At this moment, Dickon Manwoodi was riding a war horse at the front of the team, whistling leisurely, looking very relaxed and without any precautions.

He was wearing a sand-yellow burqa covered in scales, a white turban wrapped around his head, a machete around his waist, and a neatly trimmed beard on his face.

Behind him were twenty or thirty soldiers from Wangzhong City who were protecting and driving the carriage. They also wore sandy-yellow leather armor and sewed scales. They held spears in their hands and metal materials in the other round shield.

The scorching sun above his head scorched the earth like a fireball. There was no wind blowing, and the weather was unusually hot. All the Dornish soldiers who were responsible for escorting the supplies walked for a long time, all of them were exhausted and exhausted. Sweat kept sliding down.

"Take a break, Master Dickon."

"The pack horses can't move."

One of the soldiers of Wang Zhongcheng really had no strength to walk, so he couldn't help asking his young master.

Snapped--

But in exchange, a whip was whipped on his body, which made him stagger and almost fell directly to the ground.

When Wang Zhongcheng's second son Dickon Manwoodi heard the soldier's request, he whipped him without hesitation, and the smile on his face disappeared, leaving only a cold, stern voice.

"Hurry up!"

"I can't reach the pass before dark, do you want me to sleep in the wild with you?"

"Yes Yes"

Seeing that Master Dickon was angry, the rest of the Wangzhongcheng soldiers were exhausted, but they dared not speak out. After all, the other party's father was the earl of Wangzhongcheng, so they could only brace up and grit their teeth to continue on their way.

However, at this moment, a roar suddenly came from the cliffs on both sides of Prince's Pass Avenue above the head of the convoy.

"Kill them!"

Immediately, more than 20 good players in the king's army seemed to fall from the sky. No one knew where they came from, and they rushed towards them with long swords in their hands.

"Who are you? What are you doing?"

The second son of Wang Zhongcheng, Dickon Manwudi, was shocked when he saw this scene. He grabbed the reins with one hand and controlled the somewhat frightened warhorse under his crotch, and hurriedly pulled out the machete from his waist.

"Damn!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

Immediately, Dickon Manwoodi waved the machete in his hand and ordered the soldiers under his command loudly.

And the Dornish soldiers didn't need to say more, they naturally clenched their weapons. They protected the carriage and looked at the enemy who rushed towards them, their throats rolled slightly, and they swallowed a mouthful of spit.

"kill!"

The next moment, the two were fighting together, and there were sounds of collision of weapons and screams everywhere.

"die!"

The Dorne soldiers of Wangzhong City resisted heroically. However, because of their long journey under the scorching sun, their physical strength was severely exhausted, and some even suffered from heat stroke.

How could the soldiers of Dorne be the warriors that Jon Clinton carefully selected from the army in such a state?

As a result, the Dornish soldiers were quickly killed and retreated until the last Dornish soldier was cornered by Oliver.

"Go to hell!"

With a roar, he rushed over with a spear in hand, facing the knight of the Oakheart family, the opponent easily dodged his attack, and then a sword stabbed into his throat.

Then he pulled out his long sword, and the corpse fell to the ground. The grim-faced River Reach knight wiped off the blood on the blade with his opponent's clothes, put the sword back into the sheath, and looked to the other side.

Here, the second son of King Tomb Castle, Dickon Manwoodi, seemed to want to ride out of the encirclement on a war horse during the chaos just now.

However, Karen, a young Dorne guide, seized the opportunity to pounce on him, forcibly dragged him off the horse, fell to the ground, and was captured alive.

"Forgive me!"

"Forgive me!"

"My lords, I surrender, I surrender!"

At this moment, Wang Zhongcheng's second son's turban had also been knocked off his head, and his whole body was disgraced and embarrassed.

Dickon Manwoodi was very shy, and he knew that he could not escape after he fell, so he simply threw away the machete in his hand, raised his hands and knelt on the ground to surrender.

"Pooh--"

"coward!"

On the other side, the Knight of the Reach, who saw the ugly appearance of the nobles of Dorne, just inserted his sword into the scabbard, and then spit spit in Dickon's direction and taunted.

As the leader of the trip, the other Knight of the Reach, with a slightly cold personality, calmly drew his sword and sheathed it. He looked around, looking at the corpses everywhere, and finally his eyes fell back to Dickon. On Manwoodi.

"The coat of arms of Wangzhong City, which one is Mr. Manwudi?"

"Dickon, my lord, my name is Dickon."

Dickon knelt on the ground and said hurriedly.

"Oh, it was Lord Dickon."

"It's okay, don't panic, we only need you to do one thing, and as long as we can do it, we will let you go."