"Those damned Mercenaries." Kevan cursed, his voice filled with anger. "Men who fight for money will only fight for their own pockets. I had warned Jaime long ago, but I didn't expect these Mercenaries to also deceive Riverrun."
"What about Old Frey?" Tywin asked.
"He should be under control, and so is my eldest brother. But Hosdton and Black Walder are definitely dead." Ser Jaremy said with a mournful face.
"Is Old Frey an idiot?" Tyrion thought, but perhaps it was retribution. This man had always loved opportunism and caution throughout his life. Old Weasel had always been as still as a mountain, preserving his strength, and he didn't expect his home to be stolen by a more insidious tactic.
"Subsequently, our East Keep Castle was also captured by the enemy. While our men were desperately defending the inner gate of the East Keep arch bridge, we had already formed a Longspear formation to hold them off, but the enemy's heavy infantry lined up in columns to support Seaguard, attacking from the west. I saw Black Walder's golden quartered banner and the Mallister Family's eagle banner, and it seemed, it seemed there were also some banners from Runestone and Claw Peninsula. The most terrifying was the young man leading them; he was tall and wild, like a bloodthirsty giant. I didn't fight them, but I heard that Black Walder and the others died by his hand, and it seems Ser Jaime was also ambushed by this brat."
"It must be him." There was a hint of anger on Flemond's face. He wore a silver and purple surcoat. His father had also died in battle beneath Riverrun, the commander of the first regiment who had drowned.
"Count Jason occupied my family's tower, and Bronze Yohn, Ser Barristan, I'm sure there were also some crabfeeders men serving that Bastard."
Runestone, Claw Peninsula, Seaguard, Tyrion mumbled these words. Unfortunately, all these families were far away. Not to mention that the Mountains of the Moon were impassable for a large army, and the Claw Peninsula was a barren and desolate land. A large army entering would get bogged down in swamps and guerrilla warfare, making it difficult for Lannister to exert influence. If it came to taking a beating, then only the Riverlands had the most experience.
"Alright, Ser Jaremy, you go rest for a while." Tywin said to Jaremy, dismissing the anxious Little Weasel. Duke Tywin interlaced his fingers, resting his chin on them, only his eyes moving as he listened to the report. He seemed to have an unmoving face, like a mask. But The Imp noticed the tiny beads of sweat on his father's head.
"Lord Tywin, only you can save Riverrun now." Jaremy Frey wailed, but still retreated.
"This is just too bad." Ser Kevan's father-in-law wailed again. "Ser Jaime is gravely wounded, the Riverrun siege army has collapsed, and Riverrun is occupied by the enemy... We are simply in dire straits."
"Some things you don't need to say out loud, they are facts known to all. The problem is what our next step should be, Ser Harys." Ser Adam Marbrand said. He was responsible for Tywin's scouts and was also a good friend of Ser Jaime.
"In my opinion, why don't we negotiate peace? Jaime is now seriously wounded, and his army is in disarray, either killed, captured, or scattered. The House Tully is already finished. If House Stark joins this battle line, our supply lines will be completely cut off, and we won't be able to contact the West River. They can even boldly attack Casterly Rock. Who can stop them? My Lords, we have lost the war, and now we must think about making peace immediately."
"Peace?" Tyrion drained his goblet in one gulp, then directly threw the goblet in his hand, and the empty cup shattered into a thousand pieces. "Ser Harys, this is the result of seeking peace. Some things cannot be settled with peace. We might be able to talk with the Stark's brat, but what about that ambitious man and The Boy Blacksmith? Can the iron throne fit two asses? He is destined to be irreconcilable with us, demanding his birthright, just like his uncle Stannis. As for the Stark, my good nephew in The Red Keep just used Lord Eddard's head to decorate The Red Keep. I don't think even the Stark will negotiate with us."
"The outcome of two battles does not determine the entire war. We have not yet lost. I would be happy to compete with these brats." Adam said. He was a good friend of Jaime, and just as proud as Jaime.
"Perhaps we can try to communicate with the Stark first. We do hold hostages."
"You're right, but we have Eddard's rotten head. Will the Stark be willing?" The Imp commented sharply.
"But at least we still have two She-wolves, which can stabilize the Stark boy for now." Ryderford said hopefully.
"In my opinion, we should advance immediately."
"Our friends in the palace would be happy to replenish our troops, wouldn't they?" Ser Harys said. "At the same time, we should send people back to Casterly Rock to organize a new army."
"Retreat, all of you retreat." At this moment, Tywin stood up, and his voice overpowered everyone else's, like a sharp blade cutting through grease. Everyone stopped speaking.
"No, Tyrion, you stay."
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