Game of Thrones: Attack on the North Wolf

Chapter 30 fierce battle
The impact of the second row of heavy cavalry did not make the pikemen of the first row feel better.The burly man barely resisted, standing on the carriage.

And those pikemen who couldn't resist were directly knocked out of the transport carriage and fell on the second batch of pikemen, which immediately turned the nearby pikemen on their backs.

After the three rows of heavy cavalry from the Bolton family charged, no one in the first row of pikemen stood on the carriage.

But the enemy's heavy cavalry rushed over like a tidal wave, and the pikemen in the second row all put their gun tails on the ground, which buffered them a lot of strength and temporarily blocked the heavy cavalry.

With the buffer time, the third platoon of reserve pikemen commanded by Owen immediately stepped forward to fill the vacancy of the first platoon of pikemen.

The heavy cavalry and pikemen charging forward were already bleeding profusely, while the Bolton light cavalry on both wings began to charge.

"Fire arrows!"

Sean yelled, waving his hands.

The five hundred archers he arranged on the left let go of the bowstring in their hands, and immediately shot a dense rain of arrows into the sky.

Locke is leading the team, charging to the enemy's right flank (the left flank of the Winterfell phalanx).Although they are light cavalry, they are not afraid of enemy archers at all. They are protected by helmets and mail armor.

But he found that the sky suddenly darkened...

shhhhhh!
The five hundred Winterfell archers and most of the shield-bearing infantry were arranged by Theon on the left side of the formation, and there were less than five hundred ordinary infantry lined up for defense on the right side.

This caused Locke's 250 Bolton family light cavalry to be baptized by saturated arrow rain.

Ding Ding Ding!
Boo!Boo! ...

The arrows that crossed the parabola hit the cavalry in solid armor, making a clanging sound.

But their horses were defenseless, and some sharp arrows pierced through the horse's head, causing the horses to fall directly to the ground.

Some arrows were shot into the horse's body, causing it to move forward a few steps with a scream, before falling limply to the ground.

And the cavalrymen on them fell heavily to the ground, being trampled by the horses behind like rags.

Locke was more unlucky. His horse was shot in the head by a straight arrow, and he fell off on the spot.

But he was also relatively lucky, in the torrent of galloping war horses, he was not trampled by any war horses.

puff!
Locke opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, endured a strong sense of dizziness, struggled from the ground, and immediately looked at the cavalry who were charging on the battlefield.

The Winterfell archers only had time to shoot the second arrow, and immediately spread out from the left and right sides, retreating towards the rear of the camp.

Behind the archers, a group of Winterfell infantrymen holding a single shield with an oval upper part and a sharp lower part in the shape of an inverted triangle kept a neat formation and marched forward step by step.

"Raise your shield!"

Swish!
Following the order of the infantry commander, these infantrymen slammed the lower half of the kite shield into the soil, gripped the handle inside the shield, and waited for the impact of the enemy cavalry.

Ouch!Ouch!Ouch!
After two rounds of arrow rain, only about half of the cavalry led by Locke remained.Holding their breath, they slammed hard on the shields of the Winterfell infantry, making endless muffled noises.

This was purely a collision of forces. The infantrymen of Winterfell City who were knocked into the air could even hear the sound of bones breaking in their bodies.

The Bolton cavalry, who was forcibly stopped from charging, was stabbed randomly by the nearby infantry, watching their lives drained with bright red blood.

On the walls of the Dreadfort, the soldiers who were besieging Winterfell, the morale aroused by the high rewards offered by the commander, slowly faded as the cruelty of the war increased.

The gap in the city wall is still there, but the brave and fearless soldiers basically boarded the city wall and were killed and injured, while the remaining infantry behind them all flinched.

These brave infantry soldiers from the territory who were conscripted did not have the courage and awareness to fight to the death.

Trog, the infantry commander under the city wall, saw this situation and knew that his morale had gone and he could no longer continue the siege operation.

Therefore, he commanded the remaining valiant infantrymen to approach the gate of the Dreadfort and tightly blocked the gate, at least preventing them from going out of the city to support the main battlefield behind.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer Winterfell soldiers in the gap in the city wall, Luce knew that the overall situation of the battle here was settled.

His focus has long been no longer here, but the military tent behind the United Army in the distance.

When his trump card, the charge of the heavy cavalry, was blocked by the spearmen of Winterfell, Luce, who was expressionless, only frowned slightly.

And when he saw the formation on the left wing of Winterfell City being distorted and deformed by his own cavalry, Luce finally couldn't hold back, and a gleam of joy appeared on his face, because his own cavalry only needed to work harder to break up the formation.

The formation of pikemen blocking the heavy cavalry will be crushed by this straw.Even if Winterfell had concealed its forces at some point, the Bolton family would definitely win this battle.

But the left wing of the Winterfell camp was hoarded by Sean in advance. Compared with the left-wing infantry who seemed to have a steady stream, these more than 100 Bolton cavalry were still too few. among.

Seeing that the left-wing cavalry had been wiped out, Luce, who was no longer happy, looked at the right-wing cavalry who had made a slight detour due to the terrain.

The cavalry charging on the right wing were very familiar with the terrain near the Dreadfort. The seemingly flat ground in this direction was actually some stepped faults.

These faults are not very high, and cavalry with excellent riding skills can completely jump over them.

But in this way, the charging speed of the war horse will inevitably be affected, and the threat to the enemy camp will be greatly reduced.

So they bypassed these faults familiarly. Although it took a little more time, their cavalry, since there were no archers in front to block them, maintained a complete lineup and charged towards the Winterfell soldier camp.

The cavalry who charged at full speed were very fast, and the distance between the two sides had shortened to about ten meters in the blink of an eye. The cavalry at the front seemed to be able to see the nervous face of the infantry on the opposite side.

Woo!
In the infantry formation on the right, a senior officer commanded his subordinates to sound the horn.

The charging Bolton cavalry suddenly saw dozens of Winterfell soldiers hiding in the tunnel on the left and right in front of them, lifted the camouflage wooden boards on the top of their heads, stood up and pulled the fist-thick iron chains in unison.

Whoa!
Several iron chains were pulled and tightened quickly, making a crashing sound.

The Bolton cavalry, who had no time to stop, rammed their horses into these iron chains at a super fast charging speed.

咴! ! !
The horses in this battle were really very sad. The horse leg of the right-wing cavalry was tripped by an iron chain, and the horse stumbled, and the horse and man fell down.

Some of the horses stopped in front of the iron chains in time, but the inertia of the sudden stop threw the cavalry on them several meters away alive.

The horse trampled on the man, the horse trampled on the horse, and the right-wing cavalry, who was fully charging, was thrown into a mess by a few chains on the ground.

The first batch of cavalry and horses who fell to the ground were trampled to blood by their own comrades-in-arms, and there was basically no possibility of survival.

(End of this chapter)