Game of Thrones: Attack on the North Wolf

Chapter 11 Crusade
Click, click!
Robb's boots made a small crunch on the dry weeds.

He was leading Theon team through the forest full of giant trees. These lush trees blocked the sunlight layer by layer. Occasionally, a ray of light passed through the leaves to provide some light for the surroundings.

Not far from Robb and the others, behind a tree covered with vines, a rusty iron arrow cluster slowly protruded from the vines, staring at Robb and his party like a poisonous snake.

Among this pile of vines, there is a wildling archer covered in green leaf camouflage.

The wildling archer looked at the group of southerners in various armors, and was trying to decide who was the leader among them.

At this distance, if he shoots an arrow, he has to escape immediately, otherwise he has a high probability of being chased by them.

"Ugh...!"

The barbarian archer who was pulling his bow vigorously suddenly heard a low growl of a threatening beast beside him.

When he was so shocked that he turned his head and looked in the direction of the growl, a gray figure had already rushed in front of him.

"Ah! Ah!!!"

Hearing the scream, Robb smiled, and the fish finally bit the hook.

"Blood Wind, stay alive!"

Robb yelled in the direction of the screams, and at the same time gave Theon a wink.

Theon nodded, took a team member behind him, and within a few minutes dragged back a savage who lost a hand.

Woo!
Bloody Wind, with a bloody palm in his mouth, returned with them, and when he saw Robb, he rushed to his side as if asking for credit, wanting to share the spoils with Robb.

"Well, Blood Wind, thank you, I won't eat it. Go and eat the snacks by yourself!"

Robb touched Blood Wind's blood-stained head without hesitation, dismissed it to the side, and turned to the savage who was still screaming,

"Stop barking, or tell me the location of your camp, or let my direwolf digest you bit by bit."

As it turned out, not every wildling had as much backbone as their king, who would rather be burned to death than surrender.

After getting the direction of the wildling camp, Robb immediately led Theon's team to join the guards following him.

……

"Have you not come back yet?"

Osha, who put the self-made spear across her knees, kept shaking her right foot in an agitated mood.

"Well, Iron Fang and Broken Bone didn't come back. According to the usual time, at least one of them will come back to report the situation."

A savage beside Osha shook his head and said.

"The situation is not right...everyone! Grab your things and we'll move deep into the forest now."

When Osha heard this, she stood up and shouted at the savages lying here and there.

"The two guards didn't come back, so they just gave up here? If those southerners dare to come in, I'll just..."

call out!
The previous wildling warrior with a sharp ax and a beard stood up and was talking loudly to Osha, when a cold arrow pierced into his right eye, making him shut up forever.

"The southerners are coming! Take up arms against the enemy!"

"Break the heads of these damned southerners!"

"Kill!"

The savages in the camp were stunned for a moment, then roared angrily, picked up their weapons and rushed towards the attackers.

The first time Osha was attacked, she hid behind a tent and watched the attackers.

When she saw a group of southerners in armor, she quietly backed away without hesitation.

"Everyone! Form a spear formation with a small team, the captain is the tip of the spear, charge!!!"

Seeing the wild men charging forward in a disorderly but imposing manner, Robb immediately gave orders loudly.

The 32 escort soldiers, including Robb, formed a spear formation in a very short time, and headed towards the wildlings.

Originally, the two sides were not far apart, and they came into contact in an instant.

Tear!

clang!
The Theon team led by Robb was at the forefront, and it should be the first to encounter the wildlings rushing to the forefront.

He slashed the wildling's neck like a burst faucet with one blow, and the opponent's ax also slammed into his mail armor.

Protected by high-quality Winterfell-style mail armor, the wildling's inferior ax didn't hurt Robb, but the shock of power made him uncomfortable.

At this time, a red mist rose from the fallen savage and sank into his body.

Roar! ...Crack!
When a savage wanted to sneak attack while Robb was stunned by the axe, Blood Wind, who followed closely beside him, suddenly jumped up, and the wolf's mouth full of sharp fangs precisely crushed his flesh. neck bone.

kill!

After the red mist submerged into his body, Robb only felt that the strange sensation in his body disappeared instantly, and at the same time, the sense of strength surged continuously.

Robb, who was assisted by Blood Wind, became excited, as if possessed by a god of war, and just kept cutting forward.

Although the emotion is excited, but his rationality is still there.

The blood-stained long sword in Robb's hand only uses slashing moves, not stabbing moves.

You know, in this charge, if you use all your strength to stab the sword into the enemy, you will use the same strength to pull it out.

Leaving aside the exhaustion of physical strength, the delay alone is enough for the enemy's comrades in arms to kill him without weapons.

Therefore, the wildling warriors standing in front of Robb had no chance of the second move.

Because the enemies he could kill in an instant must already be lying on the ground.

Those who cannot be killed with one blow will be taken over by Bloodwind, Theon and other teammates behind him.

The performance of the sharp knife team led by Robb was watched by the other five team captains.

Their recognition of Robb deepened again, and they fought for him even more desperately.

Heroism is prevalent on the battlefield in Westeros. A brave and fearless commander who is recognized by his subordinates charges forward, which is more than a simple morale +1.

But before he was killed or surrendered, his own soldiers must fight to the end, and there would be no automatic defeat due to battle damage.

In the original drama "The Battle of the Bastards", Jon's side has been surrounded by many corners, but as long as he is still alive, no one will surrender.

The joint army of the Lion family and the Tully family led by James, after encountering a surprise attack by the dragon and the Dothraki cavalry, forcibly hit the stone with an egg.Finally, after Jaime fell into the river and disappeared, most of the killed and injured troops surrendered.

Closer to home!
At this time, the two sides fighting in the wolf forest, one side has excellent weapons and armor, and the formation is neat and strict, while the other side has no protective gear, and the weapons are relatively inferior. They only rely on bravery and have no formation at all.

Therefore, from the perspective of the wolf forest, the team led by Robb is like five sharp knives, piercing straight into a piece of cream cake.

When the sharp knife turned from stabbing to chopping, the cake was cut into pieces in an instant.

Pfft!
Robb, who was covered in viscous blood and could not see his face at all, slammed his opponent in front of him with a sword.

When he was about to meet the next enemy, he found that he was already standing in the empty enemy camp, and Blood Wind was still closely following him. However, now Blood Wind was also covered in blood, and he was indeed a wolf like its name. .

Robb turned his head and looked back. The ground behind him was covered with wildling corpses, and the whole green grass was stained red with blood.

On the battlefield, a few savages were still fighting with members of the guards, but the next moment, other members who had spared their hands were hacked to death with wild swords.

The more eye-catching little Jon was drenched in blood, grabbing a wildling's head with each hand, looking up to the sky and yelling 'ahhh'.

call!
Robb took a deep breath of the fishy-sweet smell in the air, and began to calm down his restless and agitated emotions.

A large number of blood pact points were obtained, and while the red mist melted into his body, Robb once again felt that power was in his hands, and all living beings were ants.

"Robb, we beheaded forty-eight enemies, six of our brothers were slightly wounded, and no one was killed."

Theon, whose face was smeared with blood so hard to see his original appearance, fully adapted to his position. Once the battle was over, he automatically counted the casualties.

"Thank you, Sean."

Robb, who suppressed the restlessness in his heart, pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, and nodded to Theon.

Woo! ! !
Shusuo!

Bloodwind next to Robb suddenly let out a low growl to the bushes behind him, and at the same time sent a signal of vigilance to his heart.

The bushes were cut off with a sword, and following Robb's order, Jory led the soldiers of Winterfell to surround the camp in advance to prevent the fish from slipping through the net, and walked out with a female wildling.

(End of this chapter)