Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Robb Stark held the flagpole, the silver direwolf flag rustling in the cold wind. He clasped his hands tightly, with his thick bearskin cloak draped behind him, breathing in the cold air, and gently kicking his horse with his legs. side.

The windmill wheels of the mill turned slowly, and the northern cavalry stepped through the soft mud to store excess grain in the mill.

The peasant couple watched the northern cavalry retreating with vigilance. They did not trust the northerners.

It wasn't until the scarlet war horse banner of the Bracken family and the silver trout banner of the Tully family appeared in sight that the farmer felt slightly relieved.

Brynden Tully held the reins, and nearly two thousand cavalry composed of Bracken and Tully served as the rear, slightly separated from the northern cavalry in order to assist each other.

Edmure followed "Blackfish" and looked around worriedly at the cavalry of Riverrun, "We should defend the castle."

Brynden glanced at Edmure and shook his head, "The army staying in Riverrun will only waste food." He breathed out cold air, white steam lingering, "Blackwood is stationed north of the Tumblestone River. Mallister returns When he comes to Seaside City, he will obey me, don't worry, Edmure."

"Lannister, will they leave the Golden Tooth?" Edmure frowned. He had stood at the top of Riverrun City and looked at the Riverrun soldiers filing out with the same worry.

"They have too much time to take care of themselves." Brynden left a brief sentence and then accelerated his horse forward.

Edmure Tully's horse was frightened, and he clamped the horse tightly. The riverside soldiers watched silently as the Duke of Riverrun calmed the frightened horse. The latter also raised his whip and ran away.

Royce left Pink City in a hurry and headed north along the Red Fork River. There were few supplies along the way. The people in the valley focused on speed and marched very fast. At this time, there was a high probability that they would camp in the dense bush to rest and wait for the army to go out tomorrow.

The northern cavalry has long been accustomed to running at night, with horse hooves stepping on the exposed grass roots, disturbing the sleeping morning dew, dripping on the rocks and moistening the soil.

Robb held the direwolf flag in his own hand and controlled the horse to move forward in a gentle rhythm. The white cloth wrapped on the horse's hooves reduced the sudden sound. The sky was gradually getting brighter. Robb looked into the distance of the jungle. The sound of gurgling water came from a thin bend. The stream came into view, and he knew it was one of the many tributaries that led to the main Red Fork River.

Greatjon Umber rode his horse across the stream and came from the other side, followed by a dozen elite scouts.

"Yon Royce rushed through the night and camped in the ravine outside the dense bush, just like Davon Lannister in the West, trying to use the dense bush to hinder the invading cavalry." Greatjon laughed. As he spoke, a valley scout was tied to his horse, and he threw him to the ground.

"Where is that Davon still? In the dungeon of Riverrun, hahahaha!" Greatjon ignored the valley scout who fell to the ground and endured the pain, and said to Robb, "Go around the thick bush and attack Royce from the side. cavalry."

Robb nodded and said to the people behind him: "Command the whole army to march urgently."

The northern cavalry increased their marching speed and galloped towards the other side of the tributary.

The smoke from the church was like a tuneless musical note, floating in the air without direction.

Weimar Royce put down the hatchet, leaving behind a pile of firewood and a bag of copper coins, and bowed slightly to the Seven Gods monk who still looked frightened.

The rapid and alternating sound of bugles in the distance signaled the retreat of the entire army. Weimar jumped on his horse and drew his long sword, "Roba is leading the retreat, we are approaching!"

In the open space behind the church, hundreds of cavalrymen shouted in unison, mounted their horses, and followed the direction of Weimar's advance. However, they did not go in the direction of the whimpering bugle sound. Instead, they made a large circle and ran from the side.

At the sound of the bugle, which gradually turned sharp, the valley cavalry grabbed the reins and retreated to the back of the battlefield.

Robb cut off the flag of the Royce family with his sword. Behind him, the Northern cavalry quickly rushed towards the valley military camp. The sound of fighting resounded through the gentle hills that were not rugged. The Young Wolf Lord ran up the hills and watched from a distance. The main tent of Yoon Royce was hurriedly pulled out, and the flags were placed in disorder on the ground.

Daisy Mormont beheaded a Vale Trooper and rushed to Robb's side, "We have to watch our flanks."

"It's okay," Robb whispered. "Uncle and Bracken will serve as rear troops. They will reinforce the flanks."

Before he finished speaking, the symbolic whimpering bugle of the Valley Cavalry sounded from the side, just like the roar of an eagle in the sky, but this was a lie, and the Aylin family was not here.

Brynden Tully looked at the scene of fierce fighting in the distance. The flag of Royce on the flank made him worried for a moment. He was about to ride his horse and lead the army to reinforce, but was held down by Bracken's bastard son.

"Our Bracken family has resisted this group of Valemen attacking from the flanks. Sir Brynden, you need to sit in the rear with Duke Edmure to support the Young Wolf Lord in the front." Harry River lowered his head and spoke in a tone of voice. It's full of sincerity.

Brynden looked at Edmure, who nodded slightly. Since the vassals were willing to come forward to meet the enemy, they naturally had to encourage and agree. Moreover, they did not want to cause too much damage to the Tully family's army.

Harry Rivers received the order and shouted: "For Riverrun!"

Bracken's cavalry quickly rallied and charged toward the flank.

The scarlet flag of Bracken's cavalry collided with the red and brown flag of Royce's cavalry. It was difficult to tell whether it was friend or foe.

Weimar glanced at the oncoming Harry Hewen and nodded slightly. The two of them roared loudly and touched each other with their swords, then quickly passed by.

Royce's cavalry and Bracken's cavalry spread out quickly, leaving a large gap, and they all passed by, turned around, and turned around.

The moment Weimar returned, he shook his sword and said, "Withdraw troops!"

The valley cavalry quickly gathered together and ran away into the distance.

The Bracken cavalry followed closely behind.

Robb waved his big hand forward, and the northern cavalry stopped holding back and charged with all their strength. Arrows shot out from the cavalry's longbows like a shower of stars, piercing into the hastily retreating valley cavalry.

Royce's cavalry retreated, leaving the battlefield in shambles.

Robb gasped, with a few blood stains on his face. He lowered his eyes and stared at the blood-drinking sword.

Royce's runestone war flag slumped under the hooves of the war horse, and the corner of the flag swaying in the wind looked like a dying wounded soldier.

The Young Wolf Lord surrounded him. The gloom and worry before departure were no longer in the eyes of the Northern Cavalry. Enthusiasm and admiration reappeared as they surrounded Robb.

"Long live Winterfell!"

"Long live the King in the North!"

"Long live the Young Wolf Lord!"

The long red trail smeared the slightly bright sky, like a scar added to the white sky, and like another bloody mouth that Stark added to the enemy.

The cry of long live became sacred under the miraculous red light, and the cry of the northern army became more fanatical and boiling.

Harry River stared at the red comet, and then looked at the Northern Cavalry who was intoxicated with the joy of victory. His eyebrows wrinkled, and his lips stiffly opened and closed, following the shouts of the Northern Cavalry.

Robb looked at the red comet. To him, it was a sign of victory and a crowning of miracles.