I have a Mount and Blade panel and I kill people in the Game of Thrones

On the vast sea ten nautical miles east of Donghaiwang, the waves were rough and the sea breeze was howling.

Looking down from the sky, the fleet of thousands of large ships looks like a piece of yellow mud on a blue painting.

At this moment, Tyrion Lannister was lying on a shaking boat, reeking of alcohol.

He had been extremely drunk the night before, and now, having just been awakened by Podrick, he still felt a splitting headache and was groggy.

Last night, Tyrion Lannister had tried his best to persuade Daenerys not to risk attacking Lyon, but in vain. Disheartened, he could only numb his painful nerves by drinking, and he has been intoxicated until now.

However, Tyrion Lannister, who had just woken up, heard news that shocked him.

“Queen Daenerys has not returned home all night!”

"The Ironmen, led by King Euron, have launched an attack on Eastwatch by the Sea."

"Dothraki Jhogo 'Kor', Unsullied Commander Grey Worm, and the mercenary leaders wish to know if they will also be joining the attack?"

Seeing Tyrion wake up, Podrick told him everything that had happened during his sleep in a clear and quick tone as possible.

This sudden change caught Tyrion Lannister off guard.

His eyes widened, his face full of astonishment as he tried to comprehend this shocking information. However, this little devil really lived up to Daenerys's respect and trust and was competent for the position of Queen's Hand, because he immediately made his own judgment.

"Your Majesty Daenerys, don't worry. She leads three dragons and will not be in danger even if she encounters Leon..."

"But who allowed Euron to launch such a rash attack? He completely destroyed my carefully planned strategic deployment! If we want to go to war, we must go all out and succeed in one fell swoop!"

"Pass the order, have everyone on board and be ready to attack at any time, and have all the leaders come to my ship! Podrick, go quickly!" said the little devil in a firm tone.

After the little devil finished his last sentence, Podrick did not dare to delay for a moment and quickly conveyed the instructions to everyone on behalf of the little devil. Then, the little devil stepped out of the cabin and cast his eyes towards the East Sea coast that had been ignited by the war. He could not help but frowned and rubbed his temples with his hands.

The originally planned strategy was disrupted in an instant, and the disappearance of Queen Daenerys made the situation even more confusing.

Tyrion Lannister took a deep breath, trying to sober himself up from his drunken state. He knew that he had to make a quick decision, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

He began to think about various possibilities and urgently discussed countermeasures with the generals around him.

After a tense discussion, Tyrion Lannister decided to hold his troops in place for the time being and wait for more intelligence to come in. At the same time, he sent an envoy to King Euron to learn about the specific situation and ordered the soldiers to be on high alert to prevent any accidents.

Faced with such a complex and changing situation, Tyrion Lannister was full of worries.

But as an experienced politician and military strategist of the Lannister family, he knew he couldn't panic.

He must calmly analyze the situation and find a solution to the problem in order to ensure the safety of the army and recover the lost situation...

However, the only one who was nervous and worried was the little devil.

The leaders under Daenerys seemed relaxed and even smiled, as if they were enjoying a wonderful performance. They looked at the flames of war burning on the shore, their eyes flashing with confidence and expectation.

After all, at this moment Euron's Iron Men were pouring onto the beach like a surging tide, dividing and surrounding the Night's Watch into small areas.

Seen from a distance, these besieged night watchmen looked like isolated islands, seemingly ready to be swallowed up by the powerful waves at any time.

Among this group of people, the most eye-catching one is Euron Greyjoy, who is wearing gorgeous Valyrian steel armor.

His movements were graceful and ghostly, wielding an extremely sharp dagger in his hand, he galloped across the battlefield and was invincible.

Euron's fighting style was fierce and sharp. Every time he swung his sword, there was no unnecessary movement, and every attack could bring a string of blood. He was like a god of war descending on the earth, unstoppable, and he fought in and out of the night watchmen as if he was in an empty space.

Until a Night's Watchman holding a huge two-handed sword suddenly appeared in front of him.

The night watchman was a burly man with a powerful aura, and the huge sword in his hand emitted a frightening cold light. The two met on a narrow road, and the moment their eyes met, an invisible murderous aura spread.

Even though Euron successfully launched a sneak attack and gained a huge advantage, the subsequent battle did not go as everyone on the ship expected.

The Night's Watch wielding two-handed swords had a rare swordsmanship, and they fought bravely without caring about their own injuries. Even though Euron was agile, he was hit several times. If he hadn't been wearing Valyrian steel armor, he would have been cut into two pieces by the Night's Watch's two-handed swords.

"I guess the crow holding the two-handed sword must be Leon?"

The speaker was the Tattered Prince of the Windblown. His men had suffered defeat at the hands of Lyon, and he was a man who held grudges. When Daenerys recruited mercenaries from Essos, he led the entire group of soldiers onto Daenerys's ship without even discussing the rewards.

"I don't think that man is Leon. I heard that Leon is very young, and the Night's Watcher who fought with Euron looked to be almost forty years old."

The leader of the Stormcrows, Dario Naharis, narrowed his eyes, observed carefully and came to a conclusion.

"Absolutely impossible! We all know how strong Euron is. How could he fight so hard with an unknown Night's Watchman?"

The Tattered Prince was obviously very unhappy with Dario's words, and he retorted angrily.

"Inseparable? Haha, I think you are just deceiving yourself! From what I can see, the night watchman is clearly seriously injured and I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for much longer."

As if to confirm what Daario said was true, Euron felt a surge of huge force after being hit on the abdomen armor by the two-handed sword swung by the Night's Watchman Douglas again. He was caught off guard and in extreme disgrace.

If he continued like this, not only would he lose face, but he would not even be able to defeat a mere Night's Watchman. How could Euron feel? So, when the next round of attack began, Euron no longer cared about anything else and decided to go all out and fight to the death, even if it meant risking his life to put Douglas to death.

But before Euron could continue his attack, countless wounds of varying sizes burst open on Douglas' body at the same time. He could no longer hold on and fell to the ground covered in blood.

Douglas' defeat seemed to be some kind of signal. The Night's Watch and the Free Folk were quickly defeated by the Iron Men who outnumbered them several times, and the survivors retreated back to the small Eastwatch-by-the-Sea castle.

"What a difficult guy!"

Euronton, who had just prepared himself to fight to the death, felt bored. After spitting a mouthful of blood foam at Douglas, he was about to step forward and cut off the other's head with a dagger.

But at this moment, several loud dragon roars were heard from the sky...