Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

"We need to know where Attis Arryn's cavalry is." Rickard Karstark looked uneasily at the crescent falcon flag flying in the distance.

Robb Stark stopped in front, his face dry and hard, even a little sallow. The wind from the Great Wall invaded the land along the veins of the Trident River, and also took away the rosy face.

Daisy Mormont looked at the infantry phalanx in the valley. The uniform shields were like a cold wall blocking the northern cavalry. The spears that had been inserted into the ground early to block the cavalry charge were like a steel jungle. Separate the northern border from the valley.

Eustace Hunter's army seemed to have no intention of retreating. The fan-shaped formation was surrounded by spears that blocked the horses, not only protecting the front, but also protecting the two wings.

The Young Wolf Lord turned slightly sideways and looked to both sides, his worry evident. "Let the Greatjon try to break through the defense line in the valley. The Chinese army will divide into teams and attack the team from the flanks." Robb gave the order, "But we need to feign defeat. , tell Greatjon not to go deep into it, this will at least attract the pursuit of the valley cavalry. The troops are still unable to defeat the valley, and we still need to attack."

He turned and left, with Daisy and Rickard following closely behind. The vanguard team belonged to Greatjon Umber, who was good at fighting in the field. They all also had to command the northern cavalry of the central army.

Greatjon Umber raised the short spear hanging on the saddle above his head, "Look at the group of Canyon Knights in front of you protruding from the mounds of the mountain. Their fancy armor! Hypocritical southerners!" Greatjon · Amber stood at the front of the cavalry vanguard, facing the northern cavalry behind him, "Royce's cavalry is vulnerable, and so are these slow and stupid infantry!"

The Greatjon turned his horse's head and said, "Look at the spears erected in front. This is a sign of their fear of us. Attack me in turn and drain the blood of the people of the valley. Kill them!" The horn of the charge whimpered, and the Great Jon Jon touched the horse slightly, and the war horse with half a red visor looked like a beast slowly waking up from hibernation, and then gradually increased its speed.

Behind him, Amber, Karstark and many cavalry guards from the Toha family and other northern nobles also followed Greatjon Amber. With his cloak blowing behind him, the cavalry felt the increasing resistance of the wind on their chests and even behind them. It grew larger, pulling their bodies, but the speed remained unabated. The phalanx was like a sharp sword drawn from its scabbard, sending out a cold light and rushing towards the silent blue wall.

Eustace Hunter held up his long sword and stared closely at the archer rider in the distance who was preparing to attack his phalanx with his bow and arrows. He could clearly see that the brave and capable northern cavalry did not have an obvious division of labor. They often had multiple roles, such as attacking with bows and arrows, charging forts, and harassing the two wings. They were mixed into the cavalry phalanx charging in front of them.

He thought of Duke Attis Arryn's arrangements and the layout and equipment of the Valley Cavalry, and he felt a little more confident again.

Two black figures flashed out from behind the cavalry phalanx of Great Jon Amber, quickly bypassing the direction of the forward cavalry attack and attacking both sides of the valley infantry.

"Nock an arrow," Eustace ordered calmly.

"Nike an arrow!~" the messenger shouted loudly.

The sound of arrows being drawn out of the quiver sounded instantly, and the archers in the valley looked nervously at the northern cavalry who were gradually approaching.

"Pull the strings full."

"Pull the strings full!~"

The strings of the longbows were all stretched up, and the direction pointed at the arrow tip moved slightly upward.

Eustace raised his hand and thought silently in his mind for a few seconds. The moment he realized that the Northern Cavalry was about to release an arrow, he shouted loudly, "Fire the arrow!"

The arrow glowed with metal, cut through the blue sky, and was thrown towards the Northern Cavalry.

The arrows of the northern cavalry were slightly delayed by half a beat. This was because it was much more difficult to adjust the shooting movements on a war horse than on flat and bumpy land, so Eustace seized the opportunity.

The ruthless killer turned into an arrow and rushed into the formations of both sides.

"Hold up the shield!" Eustace shouted, and the sound of arrows piercing the air could be heard in his ears, and even his arms felt numb as the shield was pierced by the arrows.

Behind him, he vaguely heard the sound of arrows piercing into flesh and blood and the screams that followed. Eustace looked through the gap and looked at the North, which was gradually slowing down in the face of the rows of spears he had laid out. The cavalryman swallowed and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

The words of Duke Attis seemed to be beside him, "The Northern Cavalry is used to fighting in the field, and they hope that the cavalry can turn their horses' heads and change directions more easily. Therefore, even if they plundered many Western plate armors and even a complete set of shaped armor, The northern cavalry is also rarely used. Most of them are similar to the light cavalry and horse archers in the valley. To deal with the infantry is like peeling potatoes with a blade. It is a fool's behavior to choose to go head-on with an oblique spear. Don't trust it. Looking at the folly on the other side”

The vibration of the northern war horse's hooves hitting the ground spread to the soles of his feet. Eustace gently touched the chain armor on his body and breathed softly.

Eustace ignored all the noises, even the sound of arrows flying past his ears. He stared closely at the northern cavalry charging towards him, judging their speed and calculating the appropriate timing.

Greatjon Umber tugged on the reins hurriedly, the speed of the war horse suddenly dropped, and he thrust his body forward, trying to stab the short spear forward.

Just now, Eustace thought to himself, he lifted up his shield, swept his sword across, and all the spears stuck on the ground were extremely fragile, "Kill them!"

The blue fan-shaped shields of the infantry phalanx of the Valley flipped up from bottom to top like a page, and the gaps between the shields were like neatly cut butter. The infantry that had been deployed behind them rushed out from the moment the fan-shaped shields were opened. The round shields with the crescent falcon pattern suddenly appeared in the sight of the northern cavalry that had suddenly slowed down. The valley formation that was originally silent like a high wall suddenly drew out a deadly dagger and attacked them.

The northern cavalry was slightly startled, and the power applied to the spears was immediately reduced by half. Many of them were separated by the round shields of the valley soldiers, and the first round of charge was basically ineffective.

The valley soldiers quickly took advantage of the loose gap of the northern cavalry's one-horse distance to rush into the cavalry phalanx that was about to become compact. Great Jon Umber's command was instantly interrupted. The cavalry who originally wanted to turn their horses' heads to continue the next round or even the band-style charge were suddenly brought into the state that the cavalry feared the most, the state of stillness, by the valley infantry who rushed out fearlessly.

The formation of the Northern cavalry commanded by Greatjon Umber was instantly disrupted by the round shield infantry of the valley who mixed in with it, and the potato-peeling formation was suddenly forced into a melee.

The cavalry was taken off the horse by the infantry and then hacked to death by the swords. The horses were frightened, and the cavalry who had originally pressed their knees against each other to keep the formation in order bumped into each other and were pulled off the horses by the war horses.

Greatjon had never seen such tactics before, and his battlefield instinct told him that he could not stay on the horse. He shouted: "Dismount! Fight on foot!"

At this moment, he could only hope that the Northern cavalry behind him from both wings could provide timely support.