Game of Thrones: Attack on the North Wolf

Chapter 5 Cavalry Raid
"Quickly gather and line up, infantry defensive formation!!!"

Although this group of Dreadfort soldiers were not very vigilant, their basic quality as soldiers in the northern border was quite high.

When they heard Dick's roar, they immediately turned over and stood up.In one or two minutes, they drew swords and shields to form a horizontal defensive posture.

Dick, who was shouting hoarsely, put on his mail armor with the help of his cronies.

He was the only one in the group of soldiers who had mail armor.

In the face of a sudden attack by the cavalry, Dick and others lined up to defend in place, not because they had no horses.

It's because, the cavalrymen who raided, the horses have fully accelerated within this distance.In this state, Dick and others are reluctant to hedge against it, which can only be a lost situation.

"The archers shoot freely! The rest stick to the formation! The formation must not be disordered!"

As the distance shortened, Dick could already see the number of the raiding cavalry, not much more than them.

Judging from his rich combat experience, as long as he can defend against the first wave of cavalry attack, then there is hope of victory.

Hearing Dick's order, their only two archers began to shoot and kill the enemy.

The charging cavalry were all wearing iron helmets and mail armor.Those who were not shot at vulnerable places such as the neck and eyes were basically ignored.

One of the cavalrymen was unlucky and was shot in the head of the horse by a bow and arrow.In an instant, people and horses fell to the ground, life and death unknown.

hooves!hooves!hooves!

Gollum!

The yellow-toothed soldier in the defensive formation looked at the cavalry approaching in front of him, and he swallowed nervously when he heard the sound of thunderous hoofbeats.

"Stab the horse's belly!"

Captain Dick's roar came from beside his ears. The yellow-toothed soldier held a shield in his left hand and a one-handed sword in his right, stabbing at the belly of the horse that was already in front of him.

Tear!

The sharp one-handed sword instantly penetrated the soft belly of the war horse. Under the action of inertia, the wound was instantly torn apart by at least thirty or forty centimeters, and a large amount of bright red blood sprayed out.

Boom!

The war horse let out a mournful cry, and fell limply to the ground.

Although the yellow-toothed soldier achieved his goal, he was dizzy after being hit hard by the shield by the horse, and there was still a stream of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

This uncomfortable feeling only lasted for a very short time, because a long sword pierced through the back of his head, and blood-stained eyeballs pierced out from the eye sockets.

Just now, the yellow-toothed soldier's sight was blocked by the huge war horse, so he didn't see it.

The cavalry on the horse seemed to predict his actions.Before his long sword pierced the horse's belly, the cavalryman squatted on the saddle skillfully, and with his feet stepping on the saddle, he threw himself forward into the air.

He crossed the yellow-fanged soldier's defensive line, landed and rolled twice to relieve his strength, then stood up immediately, turned around and stabbed the yellow-fanged soldier in the back of the head with his sword.

Of course, not every cavalry has this high-end operation.

The moment most of the cavalry came into contact with the defending soldiers, they borrowed the charging power of the horses and slashed upwards and downwards.As long as you don't encounter highly skilled veterans, cavalry has a great innate advantage over defensive infantry.

The moment the two sides came into contact, there were three or four cavalrymen who directly broke through the defensive line.

And the cavalry who beheaded the yellow-toothed soldier was directly targeted by him because he was the closest to Dick.

clang!clang!clang!
In a short period of time, Dick and the cavalry slashed at each other three times.

The two long swords collided violently, sparking some sparks, but they were not stained with each other's blood.

Swordsmanship cannot fool anyone!

After fighting these three swords, both of them knew that the other party was definitely not an ordinary soldier.

They no longer use the slashing and killing moves of opening and closing, but more cautiously pick and choose, looking for the opponent's flaws, to see who can be more skilled.

Tear!

During a block with his sword raised, the cavalry took advantage of Dick's reluctance to block, and slashed down with the long sword in his hand, cutting a bloodstain on his calf, which could not be protected by the mail armor.

That does not work!

Dick discovered that the sword skills of the cavalry on the opposite side had grown rapidly during the battle.

Rich combat experience told him that if the stalemate continued like this, he would definitely die by the opponent's sword.

With a thought in his mind, Dick stepped forward suddenly, holding the long sword tightly in both hands, and slashed at the cavalry with the momentum of Mount Tai.

He wanted to use the sudden burst of strength in his whole body to defeat the opponent in one go.

clang!clang! ...

The sound of metal collisions kept ringing out, and the cavalrymen on the opposite side were caught off guard by Dick, and retreated in embarrassment.

Although the cavalry was very embarrassed, they also withstood Dick's onslaught.

After gradually adapting to the rhythm, the cavalry raised his right hand with the sword backhand, and swung the long sword of Dick, who was gradually exhausted, to open the empty door in his chest.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the blood-stained long sword in the cavalry's hand penetrated Dick's throat like a poisonous snake, ending the battle.

click...

Dick, who was coughing up blood, found himself too absorbed in the sword fight with the cavalry before he died, and did not realize that the other battles had long since ended.

More than a dozen enemy cavalry were surrounding the two of them. Even if he could kill his opponent, he was doomed to die.

The cavalryman saw that this difficult opponent was gradually losing his life. He drew out the long sword in his hand and swung it lightly towards the ground. The blood stained on the sword was immediately thrown to the ground, forming a bloodstain like a crescent moon.

And Dick's body lost its support and fell to the ground with a bang.

Taking off his helmet, Robb smelled a fishy-sweet smell in the air.

This fishy-sweet taste is actually due to a large amount of blood, or the smell of divalent iron ions in visceral blood.

But a large amount of blood or visceral blood often represents death, so this can also be called the breath of death

The Stark family has always cultivated their sons with wolf nature. In the memory of fusion, the original Robb has long been used to seeing corpses and blood, and ended many lives by himself. He is already familiar with this taste.

But now Robb, some can't adapt to this smell.But he knew that this smell would always accompany him in the future.

Robb looked down at his hands, feeling the rising power in his body.Thinking back to the long sword that ended the life of the enemy just now, I couldn't help but feel a sense of control over all life.

Is this what it feels like to have power, power, in this world?

Shaking his head and forcing down the distracting thoughts in his heart, Robb raised his head and looked around the battlefield full of corpses.

Facing the Winterfell cavalry who were watching him closely, he announced loudly: "The murderers have all atoned for their sins in the seven hells! Back in Winterfell, each will be rewarded with fifty silver stags! The families of those who died in battle will receive three times."

"Forever loyal to the Stark family!"

"Master Robb, long live!!"

Robb's award aroused the enthusiasm of the soldiers of Winterfell, and everyone cheered.

His reward is not low.A good dinner of mutton, duck, peas in butter, oatmeal bread, and four cups of ale would bring back a handful of coppers for a silver stag.

In the original play, Emperor Joffrey only offered a reward of one hundred silver stags, so people dared to attack the tall and capable hunting dogs without fear of death.

"Robb, we killed sixteen enemies in total. Two of our soldiers were killed on the spot, and one was badly wounded. I've sent him off."

Theon approached Robb, reporting in a low voice the exploits and losses of the battle.

　PS: The currency is simplified to use gold dragon-silver deer-copper plate, and the conversion ratio is 1:210:11760.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)