Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 291 Lost in the first battle, adding more weight

Of Clay's entire force, [-] were stuck in the melee in the east, and [-] were nailed to the North Camp as a backup base to prevent Tywin Lannister from sneaking into his rear.

Of the remaining 1 men, Brynden Tully's 2000 men had just fought a bloody battle, losing more than 300 men, and desperately needed rest.Krissen's 1 heavy cavalry were almost exhausted, so the number of people Cray could use on the front line was less than [-].

Here, there are 8000 infantry and more than 1000 cavalry left. This composition of troops means that this is not a legion with sufficient mobility. Therefore, Clay decided to fight Tywin Lannister. war.

The old lion placed three infantry phalanxes on the front line, and Clay knew at a glance that they were three standard thousand-man teams.

Tywin Lannister is also very clear about the general composition of his troops, so he did not choose the tortoise shell method of kneading everyone into a big group and building a multi-layer defensive front.

And such a conventional infantry formation is naturally not as defensive as the motionless multi-layer tortoise shell tactics, but they also have a certain degree of flexibility.

"Duke Tywin still has at least [-] cavalry in his hands, waiting for us to engage his infantry phalanx, and then use cavalry to attack our left and right wings."

Lord Janos Bracken has his say.

At this time, it would be very boring to hold each other back. Now that Kreira has already entered the battlefield, the helpless Hejian nobles still want to win this battle.

"Our left and right wings only have five hundred light cavalry guards each, isn't it too thin?"

Earl Claremont Pepper of the Pink City raised doubts.

The two sides are about to reach a distance where they can engage in battle. Clay seized the time to gather all the generals leading the troops together to make the final war arrangements.

"We have [-] infantry, [-] forwards, and three phalanxes, which are the same as the old lion's strength... Perhaps, there is no way to defeat them immediately."

Lord William Mooton added.

This was actually a euphemism. Everyone present knew that with regard to the fighting ability of the Hejian soldiers, in close combat with the same strength, it was impossible for them to defeat the Westerners unless there was a miracle.

It's just that the aristocrats in Hejian also want to save face. Everyone knows the situation, but it's not good to say it clearly.

Clay listened to what they said, quietly thinking about the entire battlefield.

In fact, in his heart, the [-] infantry in the front row were simply for Tywin Lannister to eat.

It is actually very time-consuming for infantry to kill each other.

If a total of [-] infantry from both sides were to fight first, then everyone here can wash up and sleep first. See you at the old place...

Tywin couldn't delay, because if he didn't want his soldiers to sleep in the snowdrifts, then he had to defeat Clay head-on, at least push Clay back, and then join forces with the reinforcements from the Eastern Camp to take Tai Tuo Bryce Blackwood forced him to leave.

In theory, Clay couldn't procrastinate, because it was obvious that the army that Tywin Lannister sent into Harrenhal was going to find Robb Stark.

Once the little wolf is as unlucky as the old wolf and becomes a prisoner of Tywin Lannister, then everyone should stop fighting, because what is the picture?
Clay and the allied forces of nobles in Hejian came here to rescue Rob Stark, but now, the ministers are about to fight to the death, and His Majesty has entered the den of thieves, what a fart!
Tywin Lannister has always defended Joffrey Baratheon's throne, or to apply the above sentence, His Majesty is gone, what are you busy here?

If you really want to fight, that's okay, let's exchange the majesties of both sides first, and then... how dare you fight?

If this is the case, it must be that Clay and the nobles in Hejian make way and let the old lion go west.

Then they clean up the mess at Harrenhal, saving the remaining northern nobles from the fire.

It's a pity that the commanders of both sides don't want to do this now, so there is no choice.

Clay arranged 3000 infantry in a three-three-two formation, just to use the [-] people in the front row to lure Tywin Lannister's cavalry out.

When he arranged this phalanx, he arranged a large number of heavy shieldmen and spearmen on both sides, in order to prevent them from rushing out after Tywin Lannister's cavalry rushed in.

As long as Tywin's cavalry lost their spirit and were forced to fight side by side with the infantry, Clay would have won half of the battle.

There are few people on Tywin's side. Although there are more cavalry than himself, the cavalry can't run, and the horses are living targets instead.

Now, it depends on whether the old lion eats the bait he cast out.

If Duke Tywin wasn't confused and was sensitive enough to avoid the hole he dug for him, then he had other ways.

……

"Lord Jon Umber, the demon of the "Magic Mountain" has already killed the Burning King Tower. Our guards suffered heavy casualties, and we can't take back the tower gate!"

Theon Greyjoy, leaning on the bloody long sword, ran upstairs and told the bad news to all the northern nobles who were anxiously waiting in the Burning King Tower.

They hurriedly followed the seriously injured Robb Stark back to the Burning King Tower, all afraid that the king would go directly to see the gods halfway. Fortunately, the king is still panting now, but the problem is that he didn't watch for a while, The North Gate was actually lost.

Before they could react, they were blocked by the western army led by "Magic Mountain".

The guards in the tower organized two counterattacks, both of which were fought back in extremely bloody ways by the bloodthirsty Ser Gregor Clegane.

There is no way, the rest of the people can only choose to retreat to the tower, relying on the advantage of being more familiar with the terrain, inside the tower, fight "street fighting" layer by layer.

But this is a problem of slow death. If you can't get out, you will be cleared by the "Magic Mountain" that rushed out of the tower sooner or later.

Fortunately, there is a narrow and long stone bridge between the Fenwang Pagoda and the Widow's Pagoda. As long as you can pass this stone bridge and go down from the Widow's Pagoda, you may be able to get out.

The reason why he hasn't left yet is because there is a very serious problem. Rob Stark can't leave by himself. Now people are not far from dying.

carry it away?Come on, let alone carrying Robb Stark on a stretcher, through the violent cross-wind trestle, even if they can run to the Widow's Tower, what will they do?
At this juncture when people from the western region are attacking in front of them, can a large group of people slowly run towards the east gate under the watchful eyes of everyone?
As long as the troops of "Magic Mountain" are not blind, they all know that this must be a big shot, and they will definitely catch up.

When the time comes, will everyone carry His Majesty Robert?Or throw His Majesty in the snow and resist with a sword?
Do you think your life is too long or your majesty's life is too long?

Therefore, after the discussion, all the adults in the northern border, the first order was to do everything possible to recapture the pagoda gate and drag it until the reinforcements from the east gate arrived.

But looking at it now, it seems a bit unrealistic...

Theon Greyjoy had just gone down to support the front line himself, but he only had a face-to-face with the "Magic Mountain". The long sword in his hand resisted the opponent's heavy blow, and he fell directly.

Although the "Magic Mountain" was also fired upon by the guards, leaving a few wounds, and temporarily withdrew from the battlefield, but not long after, the soldiers from the western region who came behind completely drove the defenders from the northern border to the second floor , and the lobby on the first floor completely occupied them.

In fact, everyone understands that this group of soldiers from the Western Territory must have been ordered by Tywin Lannister to capture them alive. Otherwise, as long as they light a fire underneath and use only smoke, they will be able to kill the people on the upper floor. Choke to death.

Jon Amber sighed, the reinforcements were still a step too late.

On the city wall just now, he had seen Krissen's surprise attack on the back of the western army, and he knew that his own army must have arrived behind Tywin Lannister.

Otherwise, Tywin Lannister didn't need to be so anxious to catch people like himself.

The north gate has been taken by him, and the east gate must not be guarded. There are only five solitary towers left. Don't you want to fight whenever you want?

He actually understood very well that the simplest and easiest way for them, the nobles in the north who were still intact, was to surrender directly to Tywin Lannister.

They were meat eaters and nobles. It was almost impossible for Lannister, who was originally a great nobleman, to kill them.

Now, with strong soldiers from our own side, the old lion will definitely capture them and negotiate with our reinforcements.

It's just that no one wants to bring this up first.

Firstly, they knew very well that whoever proposed it first would undoubtedly have a very high possibility of being liquidated in the future. Secondly, they also understood that ninety-nine percent of the reinforcements outside the city came from Clay Mandler himself. The commander of the army.

Originally, they were a little bit embarrassed in front of Clay Manderly, but now, when Clay Manderly's soldiers are pressing down on the border and they are about to have a decisive battle with Tywin Lannister, they will really surrender. When they arrived, it would be hell if Clay gave them a good face.

Clay Manderly and the entire Manderly family are already strong enough, and if they can save nobles like them from Lannister, it will even guarantee the reputation of Robb Stark.

After that, in the next few decades, as long as there is no accident, most of the northern border will have to listen to Clay Mandalay.

The grown-ups present are all lords who insist on one thing in their own territory and are proud and arrogant. It’s okay to let them bow their heads to the Stark family that has ruled the North for thousands of years. Mandalay bowed his head, it was really difficult.

The adults were full of worries, and because of the loss of Robb Stark, the one who could make the decision, they were noisy and chaotic.

……

Clay didn't know the situation in the city, his full-view perspective was still some distance away from him, and the fetters of magic power were getting heavier and heavier, so he knew that Gelesos must have come to find him.

This must be a variable that can reverse the global variable, but the problem is that it hasn't come yet, so I can't count it in for the time being.

At present, his task is to fight the battle in front of him.

He already knew that Earl Mallister was blocked in the East, and Tywin Lannister's reaction was faster than he expected.

This is good.

It would be boring for Clay Manderly if he was an opponent who fell apart at the first charge every time.

That being the case, then before your reinforcements from the east gate come, let's fight you fiercely!
"Order, 3000 forwards, led by Earl William Mooton, pay attention to both sides, and move forward slowly."

Clay did not propose a specific formation in the order. His surname is not Zhao, and he is not interested in commanding the frontline generals to fight with a map.

Just remind him to pay attention to both sides, not to be penetrated by the cavalry in the western region all at once, and the rest is enough.

3000 people were ordered, and because they were in an offensive formation, the heavy shielders were not in the first row.

Two phalanxes of spears are on both sides, and a phalanx of swords and shields is in the center.

The number of people was three hundred and four hundred and three hundred, which constituted the first wave of offensive of these 3000 people.

And behind them, there were another [-] longbowmen guarded by a total of [-] heavy shields and spearmen on both sides.

They were not in the last row, because their 3000 people were an independent attack unit, so there was no army to guard them in the back row.

The longbowmen shot farther away, so they stopped before the thousand melee soldiers in front, and then took out five feather arrows from the quiver and stuck them on the ground for easy access.

They were the first to throw a wave of arrows, but not to kill the enemy, after all, the opponent has not yet entered the range.

This is for distance measurement, so that the commander can order at the right time and accurately give the opponent the maximum degree of damage.

Their opponents, the Westerners, were obviously well-trained. At almost the same time, the archers' range-finding arrows pierced the air and drew an arc in the sky in the first row of the three thousand-man phalanx , and finally plunged into the ground with a muffled sound.

The first thousand-man team commanded by Earl Mooton pressed towards the thousand-man phalanx in the center of the Western Territory Army.

He participated in the military meeting held by Clay Mandalay, and he naturally understood the thoughts of the guy who commanded the army.

Although he felt sorry for the 1000 people, he still hardened his heart and ordered them to charge in the direction where the golden lion flag was flying.

Unexpectedly, a dull and melodious horn sounded in the camp of the Western Territory Army. This was a common signal for the seven nations, and it meant ordering one's own troops to launch an attack.

Earl Mooton was obviously stunned for a moment, he didn't know the purpose of the attack horn.

Originally, he thought that if he were Tywin Lannister, he should put on a defensive posture at this time, waiting for the troops here to attack.

But unexpectedly, from the very beginning, he guessed wrongly what Tywin Lannister was thinking.

The golden lion flag fluttered, and the three square formations in the first row of the Western Territory Army actually moved.

The 1000 people I sent out had just rushed to the center of the battlefield when they discovered that they were about to face attacks from the western border troops from three directions.

Earl William Mooton was in a hurry and immediately ordered:
"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow!"

After waiting for a while, a question came from the phalanx of archers, which direction should they shoot?
Earl Mooton froze for a moment, and instantly understood the meaning of the question.

Enemies are coming from three directions.

"Throw it in the middle! Give me an order to tell the soldiers to stop charging, stick to the spot, and retreat slowly!"

Hearing his father's order, his son Holland Mooton couldn't help asking in a low voice:
"Father, the soldiers rushed out just now, and now they are retreating, which will damage morale in vain."

Of course William Mooton knew what his son meant, but he had his own reasons.

"Nonsense! Look at it for yourself. The old lion has at least dispatched more than 1000 people to besiege us from three directions. I will not let them withdraw. In this battle, these 1000 people will definitely be surrounded and eaten. "

This is how war is like, but it’s not that you have five thousand and I have ten thousand. We form a formation, and then approach each other and attack each other. Whoever can finally understand who is the father is the father.

In fact, the battlefield is more like a card game. You have your cards, and I have mine. Both sides choose the right time to play their cards, and wait until the end to decide the outcome according to the rules.

However, Mooton, a small player, obviously didn't play the first card well.

He was just a little earl who underestimated Tywin Lannister's determination.

The order came through the short sound of the retreat horn, but the soldiers who were charging seemed at a loss.

No way, the exchange of battlefield information in this era is very inefficient.

At this time, the well-armored soldiers from the western border, carrying the arrow rain from the riverland side, had already started to make contact with the soldiers at the front from three directions.

A jazz leading the team at the front knew at this moment that they must not retreat at this time, otherwise the 1000 people would immediately become a rout.

He immediately yelled:

"Listen to my order, Hejian people, go!"

So, with the soldiers who heard his roar, they strangled together with the soldiers from the west who rushed towards them.

Clay in the middle army frowned.

He did not expect that the battlefield quality of the nobles in Hejian was so poor.

It's true that I have been fighting for them all the time, and I have been spoiled by them all, and I haven't gained any experience.

William Mooton's arrangement was correct at the beginning, but the problem was that as soon as this guy found out that there were three directions coming from the western border, he began to look forward and backward.

How can the troops retreat when they rush halfway?
Isn't this giving the other side a chance to catch ducks?

Fortunately, the leader of the troops at the front is still not confused. He knows that retreating is a dead end, and it is better to fight to the death on the spot.

Therefore, William Mooton sent 1000 people to test, and his horn sounded to call back 400 people. The remaining 600 people were besieged by three 500-man teams of the Western Frontier Army, and they were in danger.

Clay turned his head helplessly and glanced at Edmure Tully, who had a very ugly face, and said softly:

"Lord Edmure, Earl Mooton's command ability is really not very good."

No matter how stupid Edmure Tully was, he knew what Clay Manderly meant. As the theoretical leader of the nobles in the Riverlands, he was in a particularly bad mood right now.

"Order, if not dead, to call Brynden Tully to me without delay."

Clay had no interest in speaking to Edmure Tulidor.

He would have to ask about the other Tully.

After all, he still holds more than 1000 Hejian land cavalry with mediocre combat effectiveness but really usable ones.

Soon, Brynden Tully in black scale armor came to Clay.

The old guy was actually a bit afraid to see Clay, because in the previous Krissen assault battle, Clay gave him very clear orders to cooperate with Krissen's attack and disrupt the siege army in the western region.

But the old guy didn't carry out this order well at all. If he could hide it from others, how could he hide it from Clay's eyes?
Clay doesn't have time to worry about the previous things with him now, so he asked right away:
"Sir Brynden, how long will your cavalry need to rest?"

"...Master Clay, what do you mean?"

"It means, think carefully before answering my words. Remember, don't think my words are harsh. The soldiers on the battlefield are all soldiers from your Hejian land. Now, answer me, how long do they need to rest?"

Brynden Tully glanced at his sculpture-like nephew, sighed deeply, and said helplessly:
"After half an hour, they will appear, at the beck and call of your lord."

……

Surrounded by 600 people from the Western Border Army, 500 people persisted for only 10 minutes before they completely collapsed. Except for some who surrendered with their commanders, the rest became under the sword of the Western Border Army. ghost.

Hejian land lost the first battle.

After completing the task of strangling, the Western Territory Army retreated slowly and returned to its previous position.

Of course, they weren't completely harmless.

In the melee before, neither side dared to shoot arrows. After all, they were not crazy like Ramsay Bolton, and they dared to shoot arrows at their own people.

But now, when the Western Border Army was retreating, it was still baptized by a saturated arrow rain from the angry Hejiandi.

Overall, the Hejian land lost [-], and the Western Border Army suffered [-] casualties.

Clay knew that William Mooton was already angry because of this small appetizer, so he directly ended his non-interventionism, and sent an order:

"Master Clay ordered that William Mooton's troops should press forward with the entire army. They must maintain their formation and not be greedy to attack and lure the troops from the western border to attack."

Originally, it was food for the lion. As long as the lion exposed the teeth hidden on both sides, the hunter would knock out these two teeth, and then arrest the lion, right?
The prey must have the consciousness of the prey. The more the lion struggles, the more excited it is. How can you trick the lion into taking the bait?

……

When William Mooton led the remaining 400 men to press up for the second time, the western army on the opposite side immediately moved.

Among the three phalanxes, the two phalanxes on the east and west sides began to advance, while the phalanx in the center put up a defensive position, waiting for the arrival of William Mooton's troops.

This is a typical outflanking, three-on-one tactic.

But after all, this is a battle of nearly 6000 people, and it will be impossible to tell the winner in a while.

The Western Territory Army was located in three directions, east, west, south, and in the middle, a large group of William Mooton was desperately commanding the troops to attack forward, trying to pierce the southern defense line.

Clay shook his head slightly. It seemed that 3000 people could only make the lion stick out its tongue, which was a little short of exposing its teeth.

That being the case, I have no choice but to give you a little more temptation.

"Sir Brynden, take your cavalry and immediately attack the western army in the west. You should know what I want you to do. This time, I don't want to see anyone disobeying my orders."

Sir "Blackfish" was much more obedient this time. After receiving the order, he immediately led his troops towards the flanks of the encirclement circle in the western region.

Still familiar with the back position, they were helping William Mooton tear the dumpling wrapper.

Clay knew very well that Tywin Lannister would definitely not allow a cavalry to harvest so recklessly.

After all, he only has 6000 people. If 3000 people are defeated, he will have nothing to play.

Therefore, the cavalry on both sides of the old lion must move.

　When I write about war recently, I will first write the chapters first, otherwise the train of thought will be incoherent.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)