Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 277 Help out!

The left hand does not know how to hold a sword.

Robb Stark thought.

The body on the right side began to ache again. After such a long period of activity, those wounds that could not heal at all were consuming Robb Stark's physical strength every second and stinging his nerves.

However, he had to grit his teeth and persevere, because the army in the western region had already reached the top of the city.

To be honest, the siege is to take the lives of the attacking party to consume the defensive force of the defending party.

For example, defensive equipment, grease, stones and so on.

Also, it is the defender's own life.

The defenders have a good location and have a towering city wall as a backing, which is their advantage.

But the advantages are relative.

As defenders, they must take into account every point of the entire city wall.

Because of the line of defense, once a point is breached, the other lines of defense are meaningless.

As the offensive side, they can find the weakest point in the constant testing of the defensive side, and form a single point to play more and less. This is the advantage of the offensive side.

What is happening now is a product of this logic.

The defenders of the east gate were mobilized by the military situation in the southeast, so this city gate, which seemed to be the most difficult to capture, became a weak point instead.

The entire east gate was in chaos. At first, the soldiers knew to protect Robb Stark, the weak King of the North, but they forgot about him in a hurry.

Soon, the guards around Robb Stark were killed and scattered, and the King in the North had to raise his sword to block the blade that stabbed him.

Although his swordsmanship is very good, it is on his right hand.

Few people can fight left and right, and with Rob Stark's current state, he can only retreat steadily.

Fortunately, he still has combat experience, so he can basically avoid attacks on him.

"Ugh..."

Another horn sounded, and Robb Stark dodged a sword that was slashed at his head, and sent the blade into the eye socket of the Lannister soldier in front of him.

Instead of looking at the hapless man who staggered back screaming and crashed into the collapsed battlements and lay there no longer twitching, Robb Stark raised his head suspiciously and looked at the Lannister barracks outside the city.

They are all people on the battlefield. What does it mean to blow the trumpet at this time?
If he heard correctly, the sound of the horn meant...enemy attack?
Enemy attack?

Where did the enemy attack come from?
Then, in his field of vision, a gray-black arrow pierced fiercely into the red camp of the Western Territory Army.

The one rushing to the front was a sturdy knight covered in iron armor, and behind him, a huge banner fluttered in the wind.

Above, is the blue golden halberd mermaid banner!

Mandalay!
Here comes the reinforcements!

Robb Stark wanted to laugh, but the pain in the right side of his body made it impossible for him to control his facial nerves smoothly.

But the joy in his heart was indescribable.

The bastard Clay Mandalay finally rushed over at this time.

……

four hours ago.

"Target, the camp on the right side of the Westerners, cut off that ugly lion flag, everyone, mount your guns, and prepare to speed up!"

Krissen led his carefully selected [-] elite heavy cavalry and marched all the way to a position very close to the northwest of the Western Territory Army.

They had already noticed that when they came, the people from the Westlands were busy under the castle of Harrenhal.

Most of the troops were busy chewing bricks under the towering city walls, so the camp must be empty.

What a great opportunity!

If you don't catch it, Master Clay will reward him with an Axii sign when he goes back, and then let him dance in the camp.

Clay Manderly hadn't done that to him yet, because Collison had been doing fine.

But he is very clear that his master definitely has this idea, and has reminded him of this matter more than once.

Thinking about that embarrassing scene, a circle of white sweat appeared on Krissen's back.

So embarrassing.

In order to preserve his dignity, Krissen decided that in this battle, he should find a way to get a heavyweight in the Western Region, bring him back and let him dance for Lord Clay.

Just when he was about to move on, he saw a Lannister patrol cavalry of about two hundred and had already spotted them.

This is not surprising. Their current position is already on the edge of the Western Territory camp, and they have already entered the charging distance of the cavalry. If no one finds them again, they will not be soldiers led by Tywin Lannister .

However, since it is here, there is no reason to be cowardly, so Krissen immediately ordered to prepare to attack.

When he came out this time, Clay specially equipped him with a full cavalry gun. This thing is a sharp weapon for breaking the formation, but it is very easy to damage, and basically, if the cavalry rushes into the formation, if it does not break out smoothly, it will definitely Throw this thing away and draw your sword to fight.

Therefore, the attrition rate of this kind of equipment is frighteningly high. Basically, after the battle of 500 people like Krissen, if there are [-] intact left, it is considered that this kid is diligent and thrifty to manage the family.

The northern border and the riverlands where Clay is located are not the gangsters in the southern riverlands who are so rich. In the spirit of pragmatism, if there is no need to use a lance, they will never use it.

But now, it's time to bring out this weapon.

"Now, follow my orders and attack!"

With a yell, Krissen took the lead in controlling his horse and galloping forward, kicking off the prelude to this bloody battle.

And behind him, the five hundred heavy cavalry were basically from the cavalry of the Mandalay family under Clay's command. Therefore, they sent out waves such as:

"For Lord Clay!"

With a roar like that, his legs kicked the spurs of the horse under his crotch fiercely.

So, these 500 people formed a gray-black attack arrow and rushed towards the western cavalry who hadn't had time to react.

On the west side, the commander of the 200-man cavalry is also a tough guy. He knows very well that he has lost the opportunity. He already has fewer people than his opponents, so he must not get cheap if he pulls him up to fight against these northerners.

But he knew one thing in his heart, if he escaped and gave way to the road leading to the camp behind him, then the unsuspecting camp would be turned upside down by the impact of these 500 people.

As a commander, this Jazz from the Savick family in River Springs certainly knew that Tywin Lannister had dispatched almost all the combatable soldiers in the camp this time.

A stud belongs to yes.

Under such circumstances, if you dare to let these 500 people in, then I don't know how many soldiers from the western border will not sleep tonight.

Because their military tents will be trampled to pieces by the iron lumps rushing over.

Once such a thing happens, no matter what your surname is, even if you are a Lannister, you will be beheaded by the furious Lord Tywin.

Both left and right are dead, why not compete with these annoying people from the north, maybe you can fight for a life!
Heartbroken, this guy also ordered the army under him to bite the bullet and rushed towards Krissen.

None of them had a cavalry gun, who patrolled with that thing?

Therefore, he could only draw out the standard long sword at his waist, waved it around, screamed strangely, and tried to cheer himself up.

However, on the battlefield, one inch is long and one inch is strong, and one inch is short and one inch is dangerous. Facing five hundred lances pointed at them, it may be a question mark whether these long swords can be delivered to the opponent.

Since both sides are cavalry, and the speed is not slow, it was quite a long distance, almost in the blink of an eye, came to the front.

Krissen could already see the ferocious face under the helmet of the opposing soldier.

This is also a gang to kill, Krissen understands.

Then, with his left hand, he silently made a gesture of Quinn's shield.

The yellow light flickered, and the magic shield that could resist the attack covered the surface of his armor.

Damn, you better be careful, be careful sailing for ten thousand years.

There was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and Krissen clamped the heavy lance under his arm, and the tip of the gun was already on fire... Ah no, the tip of the gun was already pointed at the soldiers from the western region rushing towards him.

Two seconds later, there was a crash!
……

Krissen sent back the news of the Lannister attack on Harrenhal immediately to the Clay camp in the rear.

Wearing light messenger soldiers, they quickly handed over the news to Clay who was behind.

After Clay saw the news, he immediately came to the simple sand table he had prepared.

On behalf of Tywin Lannister, he was really in a hurry to storm Harrenhal.

"The messenger!"

Clay yelled.

Outside the tent, the messenger of the Mandalay family, wearing the burqa of the golden halberd mermaid flag, immediately opened the tent and walked in.

Because this is wartime, there will always be two messengers standing outside the tent of Clay, the commander of the army, at any time.

This is to avoid the situation where the commander Clay found the fighter plane but his own order could not be passed on.

The messengers are all skilled bowers and horses. Equipped with the fastest horses in the army, they travel to and from the entire battlefield, and accurately deliver the orders commanded by the army to where they should go.

"Master Clay!"

Clay didn't look up at the messenger, his eyes were still fixed on the river land terrain on the sand table, and he ordered directly:
"Give me an order to immediately tell Edmure Tully, who is going north, not to approach our troops any more, and immediately change direction. The army will head due east and head straight for Harrenhal."

"And, order, none of the cavalry in the river will stay, and go straight to the north of God's Eye Lake, assisting Cressen's troops to entangle Tywin Lannister, forcing him to give up the attack on Harrenhal."

"Remember, don't love to fight. Once it is found that Tywin has stopped attacking the city, all cavalry immediately retreat to a safe position in the north, waiting for the next attack order. This order will be executed immediately!"

The tone is serious and no one can question it.

Having lived in a high position for a long time, he has his own bearing.

The orderly looked equally serious. He thumped his breastplate and responded loudly:

"Yes, Lord Clay!"

Clay nodded, indicating that the other party could leave.

Not long after the messenger left, Tytos Blackwood, the Earl of Raventree City who had been following Clay and now commanding the entire infantry army, hurried over.

They are all old acquaintances, and the military does not talk about that set of vain aristocratic etiquette. Lord Tytos Blackwood just said:
"Lord Clay, I just saw orderlies coming in and out. Is there something wrong with Harrenhal?"

As for the Earl of Raventree City, who he used so well, Clay didn't intend to hide it, and nodded directly.

"Yes, according to the news from the southeast, Tywin Lannister's entire army has come out and stormed the east and north gates of Harrenhal. The battle is fierce and the defense line is precarious."

Lord Tytos Blackwood was taken aback:
"The whole army is dispatched? Is the old lion going all out?"

Clay smiled coldly, picked up a lion flag planted in the sand, and threw it aside viciously.

"Since Harrenhal is so lively, no matter who is playing, I, Clay Manderly, must help out!"

(End of this chapter)