After the war ended, Fili cleaned Roman's wounds in the military camp and took the opportunity to ask about some details.
"Ser Roman, why didn't you show mercy? Isn't it a bit extreme to wipe out all the patriarchs of these lordly families at once?"
"Fili, I didn't want to hurt anyone, but they suddenly launched a sneak attack, so we started fighting. You saw the final result."
Roman spread his hands helplessly. He had reacted instinctively after being ambushed, and by the time he realized what happened, it was too late.
The young girl finished bandaging the last minor wound and looked up at Roman, her expression looking like a golden retriever worried about its master.
Roman smiled and pulled Fili into his arms, feeling the girl's soft body.
"Ser Roman, no matter what happens, I will stand by your side!"
Looking at the girl's earnest little face, Roman smiled, pinched the corners of her mouth, and said:
"That won't do. If I make a mistake in the future, I'll have to count on you to remind me!"
Fili was stunned for a moment, then a bright smile bloomed.
"Mm! Ser Roman, it's a deal!"
After a short rest, Roman took Fili to the battlefield to understand the situation.
This Battle of Antler Castle was fought very quickly, mainly because the first wave of attacks by the Harrenhal soldiers stunned the coalition forces, causing the already loose coalition to collapse instantly.
Roman's entry into the battlefield also interrupted the coalition forces of The Crownlands at the critical moment of their counterattack, ultimately resulting in over 2,000 casualties for the coalition, while Harrenhal only suffered a few hundred losses.
But this was also a huge loss. The Harrenhal soldiers were completely incomparable to these conscripts and mercenaries.
Even without considering the military and economic gains and losses, Roman felt like a heavy stone was pressing on his heart as he looked at the corpses of these Harrenhal soldiers.
The brigade commander on the side saw Roman looking like this and advised:
"Ser Roman, how can there be no deaths in war? Everyone has received so many benefits from you and is willing to fight for you. For us, this is an honor."
Roman sighed with his eyes closed. He certainly understood this principle; one could not expect that their side would suffer no casualties on the battlefield.
But he should be more clearly aware of the error in this thinking. Treating people like numbers would inevitably lead to the loss of humanity and eventually result in becoming an out-and-out tyrant.
"After the war, there must be a detailed count. The wounded must be treated, the captives must be treated well, and the families of the fallen soldiers must be ensured that their pensions are delivered in full. If there are problems with these things, you should all prepare to go to the dungeon!"
The clerk heard Roman's order and immediately straightened his back.
"Understood, my lord!"
Roman's battle directly wiped out the current lords loyal to the iron throne, and Cersei immediately fell into boundless fear.
Cersei had always been accustomed to dancing within the rules. If she encountered a problem that could not be solved by normal means, she would use seduction, false accusations, assassination, and other methods to flip the table.
Now that she had encountered someone who would tear the roof off the house, her methods became childish and ridiculous. At this time, Cersei wrote to Tywin like a madwoman, hoping he could come to support King's Landing.
But Tywin had no time to deal with Cersei at this moment. Now that Jaime was pushing towards Riverrun along the River Road, he also had to send troops to follow up, otherwise, he would let Jaime be attacked from all sides by the riverlands nobles.
But he could not leave Roman alone, so he could only send his brother, Ser Kevan, to assist Cersei, at least not letting his own stupid daughter ruin everything.
Looking at the report on the Battle of Antler Castle, Tywin's head began to ache. Harrenhal now occupied the throat of the strategic locations of Westeros, and no matter how the other noble families marched, they could not avoid Harrenhal.
If the lord of Harrenhal were weak, that would be fine, but the problem was that the Hean Family had picked up a Roman from somewhere, and now these great nobles had to consider the opinions of Harrenhal.
Kevan: "Brother, we have cut off the ore supply to Harrenhal, and strictly forbidden vassals from trading with Roman. Next, we can interrupt Roman's steel production!"
Tywin: "It can't be done. The ore from the North is still continuously supplying Harrenhal. Unless we can cut off the supply from Maidenpool and White Harbor, Harrenhal's production will not be affected."
Thinking of these two places made Tywin dizzy and headache-stricken. The glass and porcelain trade of Harrenhal had made these two port cities very wealthy. Not to mention cutting off their trade routes, they might not even win if they fought a naval battle.
"Kevan, you go to King's Landing to stabilize the situation and exercise the power of the Hand on my behalf. We must solve the Riverlands quickly. There are still The Reach and Renly to deal with in the south."
The Reach, The Reach.
It was the day Renly Baratheon and Margaery Tyrell were holding their wedding. The entire wedding scene was filled with flowers, delicious food, and an exaggerated orchestra.
The wedding of these two represented the combination of the power of The Reach and Storms End, and the richness of flowers plus the strength of the stag created a powerful monster.
Renly and Margaery's wedding happened earlier than Roman expected. The master of Storms End had seen Roman's strength and decided to make plans early.
In case Roman broke into King's Landing and supported Renly's second brother to be king, then everything would be too late.
At the wedding, the guests were mingling, but the "Old Rose" Olenna saw the worry on Renly's face.
"My dear, today is your big day, why are you still frowning? Smile, Margaery is still waiting for you by your side!"
Renly drank a glass of wine and sighed: "Lady Olenna, you should have heard of the Battle of Antler Castle. I am thinking about Roman of Harrenhal. Whose side is he really on?"
The Old Rose chuckled after hearing this: "My dear, then you have to hurry up. Roman is already galloping across The Crownlands. Whether King's Landing is chaotic now depends on him."
The Old Rose then changed the subject: "However, you don't need to worry too much. Harrenhal can pull out at most 8,000 troops. Now we have 80,000 regular soldiers in our hands. Even if Roman wants to attack King's Landing at that time, he won't be your opponent."
"Not to mention that Roman is still fighting in the north of The Crownlands and has no intention of attacking King's Landing. You can just rest assured and stay here with Margaery for a while."
Renly felt relieved after hearing the Old Rose's analysis.
Yes, The Reach and Storms End could pull out more than 100,000 troops in extreme situations. Why be afraid of Roman?
Renly planned to march slowly, watching the wolf and lion fight, so he could reap the benefits.
Compared to the calmness of the other lords, Tully and Stark were a bit nervous.
Edmure had already sent a letter to Catelyn, telling her the result of the Battle of Casterly Rock, and was now asking for help from Winterfell.
Robb also wanted to rush into the Riverlands to support his uncle, but was blocked by the Green Fork. If he wanted to pass quickly, he had to ask for help from House Frey of the Twins.
"Father, Ser Roman of Harrenhal wrote to say that his army was refused entry into the territories of the riverlands nobles, and is now fighting in The Crownlands. We need to pass the Green Fork quickly and take the west bank to avoid the river network of the Riverlands."
Eddard was still a bit weak. He looked at the map and pondered countermeasures, while Catelyn was already furious.
"This group of people! They usually turn a deaf ear to Father's orders, and now that Riverrun is besieged, they still go their own way. What is the difference between this and rebellion?!"
Robb looked at his father's gloomy expression and asked tentatively: "Father, shall we ask Ser Roman to march west to help Uncle get out of trouble?"
Eddard and Catelyn shook their heads in unison: "We already owe Ser Roman enough. He has no reason to risk a civil war with the riverlands nobles to help Riverrun. This battle can only be solved by ourselves."
"Go and contact House Frey. We need to talk to them about the conditions for crossing the river."
Sansa heard the conversation between her brother and parents, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to her, saying:
"Father, now that Lannister has broken with Hean, can we form an alliance with Harrenhal? This can also make the connection between Ser Roman and our Stark closer!"
Bran and Rickon were still tasting the canned fruit from Harrenhal on the side, and Arya had already laughed out loud.
"Sansa, weren't you satisfied with becoming a queen before? Why do you like Ser Roman now?"
The girl heard her sister expose her old bottom like this, her cheeks flushed with anger, and she rushed over to hit her with a fan.
Seeing this, Eddard had to admit that Roman had already greatly influenced the situation in Westeros in secret.