The Mountain of Ice and Fire

"Prime Minister," Oberyn laughed, "was your tail cut off, or is it hidden in your pants?"

"No tail, no crocodile scales or sharp claws." Littlefinger held out his hand for Oberyn to see.

"The rumors about Lannister don't match the facts, I'm disappointed," Oberyn laughed.

"The rumors about me do not match the facts. People say I was born with a tail, covered in scales, with sharp claws on my hands and feet, like a demon from hell. But I am indeed a demon. Look at my eyes, one big and one small, one black and one green. And look at my tall figure. Beautiful women especially like my figure, calling me the Lannister Giant."

Oberyn laughed heartily.

Ellaria Sand also felt relieved. She smiled, leaned against Oberyn, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and snuggled against him: "Hello, Prime Minister, you are a very interesting Lannister. About what happened just now..."

"Those were just two little dogs from the Lannister family." Littlefinger waved his hand. "Although it's not appropriate for the Prince to personally beat dogs, dogs can't bite people indiscriminately."

"Can the Lannisters kill a dog that bites people indiscriminately?!"

"Of course a disobedient dog will be killed, but I think it would be more pleasing to let the person who was bitten kill the vicious dog."

The conversation stopped there.

Oberyn's gaze stared at Littlefinger, like the sharp spear in Obara's hand.

"Prince, how about a drink? My treat." Littlefinger's expression didn't change. He walked towards the outside of the private room with Bronn and Podrick by his side. "Shae, bring us the best Arbor Gold, and call over all the beautiful girls." Littlefinger looked back at Ellaria and the two Sand sisters, "And the most handsome men, as many as you can find."

"Yes, Prime Minister!" Shae quickly agreed, her face full of smiles.

"Give me the best private room, I want to have a drink alone with the Prince first."

"As you command, Prime Minister."

*

Mud Gate Square, Clegane Barracks.

Jeyne Westerling had her own stone house in the Red Keep, but she chose to live with the soldiers, along with her father, Gavin Westerling, and her uncle, Ser Rolph Spicer.

Two thousand Westerling soldiers joined the Clegane Legion.

The Mountain was the Warden of the West, and any Westerlands legion that sided with Clegane was now in accordance with the law. The Westerlands Lannisters were also under the command and management of the 'Warden of the West'.

When King Robert believed that the orphaned widow could not accomplish anything after the death of Prime Minister Jon Arryn, he prepared to grant the title of Warden of the East to Jaime Lannister. Eddard opposed this because once the title of Warden of the East was granted, he would control the highest power in the Vale of Arryn. If the nobles in the Vale opposed any orders issued by the Lannisters, they would not be justified.

*

Doreah Qintana handed a list to Jeyne: "Madam, Master of the Stables, Thomasman (Juli's father), has collected five hundred purebred horses, two thousand soldiers, and one thousand naval warriors on the Claw Isle."

Jeyne carefully looked at the list, which detailed the tribal origins of the horses, the tribal names of the soldiers, and their family situations.

The Claw Isle was an independent kingdom spanning hundreds of miles, with high mountains and dense forests. During the Targaryen era, it was the largest source of soldiers for the Crownlands.

"Zelie, please ask Ser Jaco Larch to come in," Jeyne said.

Her uncle and father were sitting beside her, but Jeyne's calm demeanor was in no way inferior to her uncle and father. A natural air of grace emanated from her words and actions.

Ser Jaco Larch quickly entered: "Madam!"

"Ser Jaco, I have something I need you and Ser Rolph to do, a very difficult task."

"Madam, tell me what to do, Jaco obeys."

"I want to ask you and Ser Rolph to go to the Claw Isle to train five hundred cavalry and two thousand infantry, teaching them battle formations, marching, legion gunnery, and swordsmanship."

Single combat and team combat are different. Legions with high individual combat power often lose to legions with poor individual combat power but well-trained formations in positional team battles.

The advantage of the soldiers on the Claw Isle lies in individual combat, and the disadvantage lies in formations.

"As you command, Madam," Jaco said, "However, neither General Rolph nor I understand the local language, which may hinder training."

"I will send you a team of Claw Isle soldiers who speak the Common Tongue. You must also teach all the soldiers to speak the Common Tongue and understand military whistles."

"As you command, Madam."

"I will give you three months to train the cavalry and infantry formations. If you complete it, you will receive one military merit. If you complete it ahead of schedule, you will receive a great merit."

"Yes, Madam."

"Also, General, this is for you."

Jeyne handed a letter to Jaco Larch.

The general took it, unfolded it, and a long-lost smile gradually bloomed on his steel-black face, smiling unreservedly, purely and shyly, like a tender teenager.

It was a letter written to him by his wife and children.

Since the Westerlands and the North went to war last year, Jaco Larch had never returned home after leading his troops out. It has been nearly two years now.

Receiving the letter from home, Larch's steel-black face rarely showed a gentle side.

His heart was warm!

When the forces gathered on Dragonstone to decide to attack King's Landing, Larch wagered the lives of his family and the lives of his wife and children. Everyone knew that if the siege failed, the Larch family would face extinction.

In the siege, the Clegane army spread false siege information. Two fake Mountains, one in the south and one in the north, feigned attacks in the east and west, and coordinated internally and externally. The tactics were impeccable, and they fought a perfect siege.

"The Larch family has moved into Clegane Village, which is protected by the Claw Isle cavalry. Your own family has also gathered three hundred soldiers to join the Clegane army. Your family has been properly arranged and has moved into Clegane Keep. We will not allow the bloody events of Clegane Village to happen again."

"Yes, Madam." Jaco's eyes were slightly moist, but no one could see it. The news that his family was safe gave him great comfort.

"You go and prepare. Tomorrow morning, take a hundred-man team and leave with Ser Rolph."

"As you command, Madam."

Jaco Larch held the letter from home in his hand and strode out.

*

"Brienne, go to the Royal Naval Port and ask Commander Wagner Gal to come here."

"As you command, Madam."

Soon, the sound of Brienne mounting her horse, the sound of guards following, and the sound of hooves thundering resounded outside, heading towards the Mud Gate.

Half an hourglass later.

"Commander Wagner Gal."

"Yes, Madam."

"Master of the Stables, Thomasman, has recruited a thousand naval warriors during his time on the Claw Isle. Do you dare to send someone to sail to the east coast of the Claw Isle at night?"

"The people of Gal Village have experience sailing at night, Madam."

"Very good, I will send out ravens. The news will be sent to the Claw Isle before dawn. You arrange warships to be responsible for picking up people on the east coast of the Claw Isle."

"As you command, Madam."

"These are the military supplies you need. I have calculated everything. Tomorrow morning, give them all to the Prime Minister and ask him to stamp the Prime Minister's Order. Then, find Master of Coin Petyr Baelish to get military pay and grain, as well as weapons, armor, and war boots for the thousand new naval warriors."

"Yes, Madam."

Naval Minister and Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Navy, Wagner Gal, strode out of the tent.

"Father." Jeyne faced Gavin Westerling.

Gavin stood up: "Duchess."

Earl Gavin followed the rules of the military camp.

"Can I ask you to be the general manager of the Clegane army in King's Landing?"

"As you command, Duchess. I need to know the details of the Clegane army, how many spearmen, how many archers, how many heavy infantry, how many light infantry, who are their generals, and what is the current level of training."

"Here is a legion list, Father."

*

Gavin stepped forward and took the list——

1: Claw Isle——Heavy cavalry six hundred (Mountain in the West); infantry three thousand. Jeyne noted: (High loyalty, infantry team does not distinguish between heavy infantry and light infantry, weapons are not uniform, discipline is poor, lack of battle formation training. Team positional warfare is a weakness.)

Gavin glanced at his daughter. His daughter ranked the worst legion training first!

The three thousand Claw Isle soldiers must be screened according to the specific situation of each soldier, and then assigned to heavy infantry or light infantry, and then their weapons - spears, sword and shield, or bows and arrows - are determined according to their martial arts characteristics.

This is a complex process, because the Claw Isle warriors have already been formed, and they may not necessarily train according to the arrangement of the commander. This is completely different from recruiting new soldiers and incorporating them into formal training from the beginning.

A well-trained legion must have uniform weapons and be formed into teams. No matter how strong individual combat ability is, it cannot compete with a well-trained overall legion.

*

2: Mountains of the Moon Infantry Legion: One thousand two hundred people. Jeyne noted: (This is a veteran team that has experienced the Battle of the Green Fork. They have learned to abide by military regulations and team positional warfare. They are brave and good at fighting. Everyone is a veteran who has been through the mill. The disadvantage is that the soldiers of the four major tribes do not get along with each other. If they disagree, brawls can happen at any time.)

Gavin sighed in his heart. Fortunately, it was a group fight without weapons. The warriors of these four tribes have thousands of years of grievances intertwined. To solve the fighting incidents, unless alcohol and women can bring them closer together.

Gavin glanced at Lady Doreah Qintana. It would be great if there could be a wizard with a common belief in the Mountains of the Moon, but the gods worshiped by each of these four tribes are different.

Earl Gavin already felt a headache before he officially took office.

*

3: Westerling Infantry Legion: Two thousand people. Jeyne noted (Excellent weapons, basic training, good discipline, lack of iron and blood.)

Seeing his daughter's evaluation of his soldiers as lacking iron and blood, Earl Gavin's face felt slightly hot.

*

4: King's Landing New Spearman Team: One thousand eight hundred people. Jeyne noted (Two thousand refugee recruits, two hundred casualties, high loyalty, hard-working, from all over the country, soldiers have poor mutual recognition, need to strengthen military training and comradeship.)

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5: Clegane Lannisport Infantry: Two thousand people. Jeyne noted (Clegane Army's core infantry, Commander Chiswyck the Big Head, Deputy Commander Tobert. The legion has high loyalty, strong combat power, and both individual and team combat are absolute main force. There have been casualties and supplements, maintaining the number of two thousand unchanged.)

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6: Brave Companions: Seven hundred miscellaneous infantry. Jeyne noted (Mercenary regiment, mostly criminals and exiles from across the Narrow Sea, weapons are not uniform, combat power is strong, discipline is very poor, they kill without blinking an eye, General Pyg Zollo, a Dothraki, uses a Dothraki scimitar. There have been casualties and supplements. After the Battle of the Green Fork, two hundred Northern prisoners were added.)

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7: Larch Legion: Seven hundred infantry. Jeyne noted (Westerlands army, there have been casualties and supplements. After the Battle of the Green Fork, two hundred Northern prisoners were added.)

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8: Clegane Heavy Cavalry six hundred, reserve cavalry two hundred. Jeyne noted (omitted); Naval Legion: Jeyne noted (omitted)

*

Earl Gavin held this legion list in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the heavier he felt.

Initially, the Mountain started with a Clegane heavy cavalry of five hundred men, an infantry legion of less than two thousand, and two thousand five hundred men. After nearly two years of war, he created a legion of tens of thousands of people.

Is this good or bad?

Earl Gavin didn't know!

He only knew that the Westerling family and the Clegane family had no way out. Ahead, maybe everyone would be crushed to pieces... but maybe they could create a brilliant glory... No matter what the outcome, when the Mountain captured Tywin in the siege, the two families had no way out but to move forward...

Calculating the legions in King's Landing, the new legion on the Claw Isle, and the Mountain's cavalry outside, Earl Gavin came to a number: the total strength of the Clegane Legion was about fifteen thousand seven hundred people, excluding the navy.

Getting this number, Gavin was shocked, not because of excitement and excitement, but because of fear.

The kind of fear of being high up and cold - the fear of falling down.

So many troops, but the source is not one region, there are Westerlands troops, mountain tribes from the Vale, barbaric warriors from the Claw Isle in the Crownlands, desperate refugees from all over the country, notorious foreign mercenary regiments, and Northern prisoners.

This is a rabble, a very strange formal combination of legions. Once a crack appears, it cannot be reunited.

If the Mountain falls, the legion will collapse and disintegrate.

Perhaps no one will be able to command these soldiers from different places, different beliefs, and different affiliations.

Jeyne noticed the abnormal expression on her father's face.

Father was holding this legion list, and his eyes were a little scattered.

Jeyne knew she had to talk to her father properly.

Her father was good at everything, the only shortcoming was his lack of courage. This shortcoming was also reflected in the two thousand Westerling soldiers he led: lack of iron and blood.

Father can be a legion manager, but not a legion vanguard.

"Father, I need you to help me supervise the training of soldiers every day, restrain subordinates, and remind soldiers and generals not to conflict with the Dornish."

"As you command, Duchess," Earl Gavin said.

"Father, please sit down."

Gavin sat down.

"What are you worried about?"

"Uh... our legion... comes from many places... many ethnic groups... many beliefs... this is very abnormal for a legion..."

Jenny held her father's hand and said in a low voice, "Father, we have no way back!"

"Yes... but... how can we ensure... that the river won't burst its banks continuously..."

"Win!" Jenny said decisively, her tone softening, "Father, a few days ago, the Duke successfully married into the Mooton family of Maidenpool. Anguy Clegane and Elanor Mooton are already married. Elanor is our adopted daughter, and Earl Mooton has sworn allegiance to us. The Mooton soldiers are now our strength."

"Oh! Daughter, as we grow stronger, the enemies we face will also become stronger."

"Yes, Father, choose to crush the enemy, or be crushed by the enemy. I choose not to compromise, but to crush the enemy."

"Good!" Earl Gavin stood up and put the legion list into his pocket. "I will assist the Duchess in supervising the soldiers' training tomorrow, restrain my subordinates, boost morale, resolve internal conflicts among the soldiers, and remind them not to clash with the Martells."

"Thank you, Father."

Gavin and Ser Rolfe walked out of the tent together. A small corner of the tent was lifted a little, and a small shadow flashed in. It was a child. Zeli and Brienne stepped aside at Jenny's signal. The child ran to Jenny, handed her a note, giggled, revealing a row of snow-white teeth, and then disappeared quickly.

Jenny opened the note and read it, then handed it to Lady Dorthea Quintyne.

Lady Dorthea took it and read it, then slowly said, "Our force is stronger than the Dornish, Madam."

"The Martells only have a thousand soldiers. They dare not confront us head-on. With Oberyn's character, he will directly challenge the Mountain in the form of a duel. If the Mountain retreats, he will surely lose his honor. If he accepts, it is exactly what they want."

"Madam, should I go and get some of Oberyn's blood?"

"No, he will use poison in the duel."

"Oh, Madam is already prepared?"

"We are not afraid of Oberyn's poison. His poison cannot harm the Duke."

"Yes, Madam."

"Since the Lannisters are joining forces with the Dornish to make a move, then let's fight. Zeli, pass the order, all the generals come to me for a meeting immediately."

"Yes, Madam!"

The tree desires tranquility, but the wind will not cease!

Soon, Chiswyck, Rorge, Rorge, Fang, Polliver the Artist, Raff the Sweetling, Dunsen the Headsman, Book, Teemi the One-Eye, Little Qi La the Beauty, Shagga, Conn, Gonsal... all arrived.

"Are you afraid of fighting?" Jenny asked.

The generals burst into laughter.

"Starting tomorrow, in casinos, brothels, arenas, streets, alleys, vegetable markets, and restaurants, if you see Dornish lords, knights, and soldiers, beat them hard! Those who win will be heavily rewarded, and those who lose will be heavily punished!"

The generals laughed even louder!

Raff the Sweetling laughed and said, "Madam, have the Dornish offended you in just a few days?"

"No, they have offended all of us Cleganes."

"Madam, fighting is easy, do we beat them to death, injure them, or cripple them?" Chiswyck laughed.

"Injure the lords, cripple the knights, and it's best not to kill ordinary soldiers."

It's best not to kill them?!

Hehe, that means if you accidentally kill them, it's okay.

The generals laughed again!

Earl Gavin raised an objection: "Duchess, this will intensify the conflict."

"It's okay, it's just a brawl, they can go and report to the city watch." Jenny faced the generals, "You are responsible for fighting, and I am responsible for facing the magistrate's inquiries."

"Madam, what if they ambush us afterwards and kill our brothers?" Gavin reminded.

Jenny said lightly: "Oberyn and the Imp will not allow the Dornish soldiers to do this. If they draw their swords first, or gather their forces, then, generals, if the Mountain were in King's Landing, what would he do?"

"He would rush into Oberyn's Sandstone Keep, drag him out of the fortress, and beat him into submission; if he didn't submit, he would beat him to death."

"That's right, so what should we do?"

The generals were overjoyed!

As long as the other party upgrades, we will upgrade again.

When Duke Tywin upgraded, the Mountain led his army to break into King's Landing, capture the Duke, and throw him into the black cells, then force him to wear black.

Earl Gavin raised an objection again: "The Tyrell family still has troops in the King's Tourney Grounds."

"The Tyrells will not make any moves, Father, I guarantee you that."

Gavin immediately shut up.

He understood that Jenny and the Queen of Thorns had reached some kind of underground agreement.

His daughter had become someone he hardly recognized! But he liked it!

Respond to whoever provokes!

"Generals, starting tomorrow, beat the Dornish, and if they draw their swords, we will draw our swords too. Only win, no losing!"

"Hoo!" The generals cheered!

"Everyone, I have a tactic!" Raff the Sweetling jumped on the table. He saw Jenny looking at him, and her eyes seemed a little displeased. He was startled, and quickly jumped off the table, giving Jenny a flattering smile, then he looked natural and shouted, "Brothers, come to my tent, all of you come! I have a perfect tactic! I guarantee that the Dornish will be beaten so badly that they won't dare to go out, and they will pray to the Seven Gods before going out, those damn Dornish!"