Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The Mountain's huge body stood in front of the torrent, and a giant oval shield was tied to his arm. Arrows fell like rain, surrounded by splashes of water and Lannister soldiers falling into the bloody water.

"Ah! Ah!~" The Mountain roared helplessly. He struggled to escape from the torrent of the Red Fork River. His long sword swept across and the corpses of three soldiers from Riverrun lay limp on the ground.

The Lannister soldiers behind him rushed to the shore, wrapped in wet red cloth and cloaks, and faced the enemy with swords in embarrassment.

Before, they were extremely afraid of the magic mountain in front of them, but now his huge body became the support of all the soldiers in the Western Region.

Jason Mallister, the Earl of Seaside City, calmly looked at the Magic Mountain where the horses were wading ashore, and his fingers tightened on the bowstring, "Archers, pull the strings full!"

The tight sound of strings stirred in Jason Mallister's ears. He looked at the ferry he was guarding. The narrow Red Fork was filled with dead horse corpses and Lannister soldier corpses. The vanguard team was indeed the elite of the Lannister army, and they rushed to the west bank of the Red Fork River with the help of piles of corpses without fear of death.

Jason looked at the approaching Magic Mountain and Lannister elites, and waved his hand fiercely, "Fire the arrow!"

"Raise your shield!" the Mountain roared, "Hold on!"

The Lannister infantry staggered and charged, raising their shields above their foreheads to protect their chests and heads, facing the rain of arrows from the river slanting downwards.

The arrow penetrated the raised shield, and the unfortunate person's wrist or arm was pierced by the arrow, causing blood to flow out. He was often forced to deform his movements and was buried under the rain of arrows.

Many of them were shot in the legs by arrows, and their lower bodies collapsed and fell to the ground, buried in the pool of blood.

The Mountain wore a visor to hide the face that had been disfigured by Attis Arryn's sword in the tournament. He roared and rushed forward, his shield already pierced with arrows.

The Lannister soldiers quickly huddled together, their shields forming a shield formation, and their bodies pressed against the back of the shields. They judged the direction through the light between the gaps, and were carried forward by the surrounding Lannister soldiers.

"Draw out your sword and kill all these Lannister bastards!" Jason Mallister drew out his sword, raised his buckler, shouted loudly, and faced the fierce Lannister soldiers.

The red lion roared and fought in a melee with the indigo silver eagle with spread wings. The barely formed shield array disappeared in an instant. The Lannister soldiers and the sergeants of Seaside City struggled in various places in the military formation, and it was difficult to follow the rules.

Jason Mallister looked cautiously at the Magic Mountain that was coming straight towards him. He turned over to avoid the heavy blow from the Mountain, then twisted his upper body and jumped over the horizontal slash. Taking advantage of the fact that the Mountain's center of gravity was difficult to reverse, the long sword went straight towards him. First.

The mask fell off, the hideous wounds, and the disfigured face suddenly appeared in front of the Earl of Haijiang City. Jason was slightly stunned, but the shield of the Magic Mountain came to him.

The blunt end of the shield slammed against Jason's winged helmet, and a wave of dizziness suddenly entered his mind. He hurriedly raised the round shield and braced the long sword, but the strength of the Demon Mountain was too strong, and the long sword broke. The Earl of Seaside City's defense broke through the arm armor, and the sharp sword blade got stuck in the Earl's right hand holding the sword.

"Ah!!" Blood gurgled out and dripped on Jason Mallister's cheek. With the last remaining will, he rolled his body behind the corpse before his eyes darkened, and the magic mountain pounced. Empty.

Trout flags poured out from the side of the military formation. Edmure Tully held a short spear and looked at the chaotic battle group with his lips pursed.

"Attack the enemy's back!" Edmure ordered loudly, and the knight behind him quickly rode towards the Lannister army.

"We found more than a dozen crossings of the Red Fork River," Kevan swallowed, looked at the calm Tywin uneasily, and continued, "We deployed nearly 4,000 troops to force the four largest crossings among them. "

"I know the plan, tell me the result." Tywin's voice was calm but cold.

"The result." Kevan held the battle report in his hand, gritted his teeth, and said to Tywin: "After Edmure Tully learned that we crossed the Blackwater River and headed north, he made arrangements to block the Red Fork River. Nearly ten thousand people The army of the Riverlands is deployed on the west bank of the Red Fork River, and the terrain on the west bank is higher than that on the east bank, making it suitable for garrisoning archers."

Kevan put down the battle report, "Edmure Tully has used the most elite noble knights as a reserve group, and will go to any crossing where there is difficulty to support him." He looked at the unmoved Tywin's face, "The army of the Magic Mountain Most of them were lost, and at least 3,000 of our men died in the Red Fork River in this battle."

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Kevan lowered his head in frustration, "The situation is somewhat beyond our expectations."

"When has the situation been within our expectations?" Tywin asked, his face like dead bark, dry and without any polish.

Although there was anger in his words, there was no eagerness for success. Tywin approached the chopping board in the camp and picked up the letter on it. Davon noticed that the writing on it was quite graceful and did not look like it was on the front line. The literate officer scrawled the message quickly.

Tywin murmured: "Let's end this the way we are good at."

He looked calmly at the map in front of him and gave the command.

"Let the Mountain purge the army in the Pink City, and force the crossing of more than a dozen crossings intermittently. There is no need to invest too many troops," Tywin stroked the map of the Red Fork River and whispered, "You personally deploy the scouts and extensively The activity is on the east bank of the Red Fork River, where the main force is pretending to be stationed.”

Kevan frowned, not quite understanding Tywin's order. He looked at Tywin's determined eyes and felt relieved, "Then where are we going?"

"The biggest threat is not the northerners far away from home. The weather is getting colder." Tywin took off his cloth gloves and felt the cold in the tent. The fire in the fireplace had long been extinguished. "And from the south, Renly was defeated in the Stormlands and his life is unknown. Dorne raided the Reach, and the southern army of Bitterbridge was in a panic."

Kevan seemed to be awakened by Tywin's words. His eyes were clear and his words were hesitant. "You mean, the Tyrell army? "

Tywin put on the cloth gloves again, wrapping his palms with warmth, he raised his head, "Artis Arryn wants to watch the lion and the wolf fight to the death, both sides will suffer losses, I will not let him have his wish," he drew the long sword from his waist, the tip of the sword pointed at a corner of the map, "Renly took away all the cavalry, leaving 80,000 infantry to harass us, this is another failure of his."

Tywin turned his head to look at Kevan, Kevan knelt on one knee with understanding, "Concentrate all the cavalry and go straight to Bitter Bridge."

Kevan lowered his head, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, this tone was so similar to when Tywin took the initiative to order the attack on the Red Lion when he was young.