Chapter 118 A Jaime Lannister was captured alive in the front

"Sir, be careful, there are enemies on the mountain rushing toward us!"

Jaime Lannister's closest bodyguards in the army reported the impending crisis to their master in unison.

Just now, relying on their equipment advantages and the momentum of a desperate fight, more than a hundred people once suppressed hundreds of northern cavalry, and they were unable to rush in.

However, the mysterious cavalry that rushed down from the mountains in the west shattered all their illusions. With just one charge, they were knocked off their feet. More than a hundred people were killed and more than forty were injured. Seventy or eighty people were left. It was also divided into two small pieces and surrounded by northern cavalry.

Jaime Lannister knew that this cavalry with such a strong impact must be led by an important person from the opponent's team.

He now fully understands that the damn Riverland cavalry is basically the Northerners wearing the armor of the Riverland army. They first deceived honest people like them, and now they attack them sneakily.

This narrow valley with a deep concave in the middle is a battlefield that these cunning northerners have carefully prepared for themselves. When the cavalry responsible for attracting them bring their two thousand people here, they will immediately launch a full-scale attack.

When Jaime Lannister saw the swarms of cavalry rushing down from the top of the hillsides on both sides like a tsunami, he knew he couldn't run away.

They are all leading troops in battle. No matter how bad they are, at a glance, they know that the number of northern cavalry ambushing them must exceed 4,000.

Originally, the northern cavalry dominated the Seven Kingdoms with its fierceness and strong combat effectiveness. Now the opponent was twice as strong as themselves, and they took advantage of the terrain to charge from high to low.

Due to the terrain, the two thousand men of his own were forced to form a long and thin team. The northern cavalry rushed down from the mountains, and almost every charge broke through the hastily organized defense line of his own soldiers.

asshole! There's no escape this time!

Jaime Lannister was very aware of his situation, so in the spirit of killing one to get enough and killing two to gain blood, he took the fifty elite Lannister men he could control and headed in the direction of Clay. He also rushed over.

He wanted to see how powerful this mysterious northern cavalry was. Without a touch, he, Jaime Lannister, would not be able to swallow this breath even if he died.

In fact, he thought too much. As Lord Tywin's precious son, no one would kill him the moment his identity was recognized.

Just kidding, he is probably the only one who doesn’t know how valuable he is.

Even if Tywin Lannister sends his daughter Cersei and second son Tyrion in a package, he will definitely replace Jaime Lannister.

"Lannister!"

Jaime Lannister roared loudly, and behind him, like a red wave, the elite Lannister cavalry also shouted:

"Listen to my roar!"

In an instant, the two hundred cavalry led by Clay Manderly were like a gray city wall, and the red wave of blood formed by more than fifty people led by Jaime Lannister, formed on the battlefield on the north side of the Virgin Valley. On, they hit each other hard.

Both sides understood that there was no need to skimp on horse speed at this time. It happened that this area was temporarily cleared at this point in the war, so the cavalry from both sides collided with each other at almost full speed.

The dull sound of broken bones, the painful wails of war horses, and the desperate screams of humans immediately filled every inch of the small battlefield.

As the leaders of both sides, after fighting hard for a while, both sides noticed each other in the chaos of the battlefield.

There is no way, these days, there is a very obvious difference in every aspect between a noble and an ordinary soldier.

Jaime Lannister shook the blood off his sword and pointed the edge at Clay.

"Let's decide the outcome, in a knight's way, young northerner!"

There was no blood dripping from Clay Manderly on his body. At this moment, he looked like an evil ghost crawling out of the seven hells. Except for the youthful look on his face, Jaime Lannister could no longer hide his youthfulness. There is less than one word that can describe the opponent in front of me.

Clay's face was expressionless, but what he was thinking in his heart was that this regicide was really childish. At this time, he wanted to fight with him. Why, if he defeated him, he would be able to run out.

However, the proposal itself was quite good, so Clay confirmed the stability of Quen's seal on his body, and then pressed his mask.

The surrounding Lannister troops fell one after another under the siege of more and more Northern cavalry. At this time, the two men were surrounded by Northern soldiers, and even a little bit of Lannister red could be seen. Not here.

The two war horses moved at the same time, and soon the two sides collided.

Jaime Lannister chose a bottom-up slash, targeting the legs of the horse controlled by Clay.

Of course Clay knew what he was going to do. He swung his sword and with a clang, the weapons on both sides collided, and a series of dazzling sparks burst out from the friction.

In the first round of confrontation, both sides figured out the strength of the other.

Although Clay's body has not fully grown up, after all, he is still under eighteen years old, but due to the physical strengthening brought about by the transformation of the demon hunter, his strength is equivalent to that of the adult regicide, and even It can be a little stronger.

But this also means that he cannot rely on brute force to crush the regicide to death. If he wants to defeat his opponent, he must test his horse fighting ability.

But okay, this feeling makes Clay even more excited. It's interesting to complete challenging tasks. If all the enemies are broken at the touch of a touch, what's the point.

"Come again!"

Clay roared, waving his sword and charging again. Although the famous swordsmanship of the witcher could not be performed on a war horse, this did not prevent him from being confident in his swordsmanship.

The two collided again. This time, the Kingslayer was forced to dodge by Clay's sword. The sword was extremely tricky, and the tip of the sword was like a bite of a snake, biting directly towards his waist like lightning.

He originally wanted to swing his sword to attack the opponent's chest, but his life was at stake, so he retracted the idea, turned sideways, and narrowly dodged the sword.

The two war horses overlapped and crossed back and forth, and it was hard to tell the winner for a moment.

However, Clay became more and more excited as he fought, but Jaime Lannister became more frightened as he fought.

Because he found that his opponent was completely desperate. There were several times when his sword was about to cut into his neck, but this young northern warrior didn't seem to care at all and insisted on stabbing the sword into his own neck. body.

This life-for-life style of play made Jaime Lannister extremely uncomfortable.

While breathing, he was a little puzzled. Where did this reckless man come from? He really didn't take his own life seriously. He wanted to kill himself even if he didn't care about his own life. He had no hatred or grudges. He didn't seem to know him at all. Bar?

It's definitely not because of women. When it comes to women, his good brother Tyrion knows much better than he does.

He didn't have time to think too much, because his opponent rushed up again, and when he saw his opponent's movements, James realized that his opponent's physical recovery ability was probably extremely terrifying.

As a member of the Kingsguard who participates in tourneys all year round, he knows all too well that long-term mounted attacks are a huge physical exertion, and most people simply cannot last long.

But the opponent in front of him didn't seem to feel tired at all. The force of one sword was stronger than the other, and there was no sign of weakening at all. This made Jaime Lannister's plan of dragging the opponent until he was tired and then waiting for an opportunity to counterattack completely bankrupt.

Although it is not a heavy lance, the half-sword in the hand is not light either. It is not made of Valyrian steel. How come it has been slashing for so long without changing its movements?

Jaime Lannister slapped, his expression changed from relaxed to solemn, from solemn to surprised, then from surprised to confused, and finally from confused to confused.

Up to now, the two men's swordsmanship is equal. It is impossible to find a flaw and solve the battle with one sword. But the problem is...

Why aren't you tired?

A big question mark popped up in Jaime Lannister's mind. His own arms were already extremely sore and numb, and he could hardly lift them or hold the weapon. However, his opponent was like a machine, with every sword strike. Cut straight at him.

He put his sword upright at his waist with all his strength, gritted his teeth and blocked Clay's powerful slash. Jaime Lannister took two steps back, both man and horse, and the momentum of the charge was interrupted. .

The big sword stopped the dragon carriage (crossed out), and stopped the opponent with one sword. Clay licked the corner of his mouth, and he also realized that his opponent seemed a little tired.

Before he drew his sword and faced him, he imagined countless possibilities for winning the duel, but he never thought that he would use the powerful recovery ability of the demon hunter to grind his opponent to death.

So far, the Kun shield he put on himself has not broken yet. He is really cautious and lonely.

Clay took a moment to take a look and saw that the battle in the canyon was no longer a problem. The Northern cavalry rushing down from the mountains on the east and west sides had completely divided the Lannister army.

Every charge was able to kill at least nearly a hundred Lannisters.

Before the war, Clay issued an inhumane order to all the generals who led the charge:

"We don't want any prisoners in this battle. Even if someone surrenders, we will still kill them."

As soon as these words came out, some people objected, saying that it was dishonorable and contrary to the spirit of the nobility. Clay retorted at that time:

"Sir, there are only over five thousand of us. Even if we don't lose anyone in this battle, how many people do you plan to leave to take care of the prisoners? One hundred, two hundred, or three hundred?!"

"The fighter plane is fleeting. We must completely defeat the Lannister infantry before they can react. If there are more people left, we will not have enough troops to participate in the next charge. If there are few people left, one or two will run out. What if the news leaks?”

"It's still the same sentence. In this battle, I want 12,000 Lannister heads. I want all the people named Lannister to shudder when they mention my name and our army. Do you understand?!"

Clay himself knows very well that the so-called killing and surrender are unknown, but I'm sorry, I won't allow you Lannister to surrender in this battle.

Returning to the battlefield, Clay looked at the panting Kingslayer Jaime Lannister not far away, felt the full power in his body, danced a sword flower, and launched another attack on the Kingslayer. .

Around them, the freed-up northern nobles formed a circle, and they were all nervously watching the showdown between the commanders of both sides.

After watching it for a long time, Earl Hornwood sighed:

"By the grace of the gods, our Lord Clay's physical strength is comparable to that of a giant dragon. It's incredible that he can still charge like this after fighting for so long."

His words resonated with many nobles, and the duel has now become less serious.

It was really eye-opening to see someone in a one-on-one duel who could tire out the top ten regicides from the seven kingdoms in terms of martial arts to the point where they could barely hold their swords.

These northern nobles were in a happy mood. They all knew that this battle would definitely kill two thousand Lannister cavalry. It would be the greatest victory of the Northern Army since the war began. This was a victory worthy of drinking three large barrels of wine.

But as the loser, Jaime Lannister was less happy.

Seeing the mysterious knight charging towards him like a wild bull, he drained the last bit of strength from his body and prepared to block.

But it was obvious that he was too tired, his wrist was as stiff as a stone, and he could no longer hold the sword.

With a clang, his weapon came out of his hand, and he himself was knocked off the horse by the opponent's huge force and fell to the ground.

Lying on the ground, staring blankly at the dusky sky in the evening.

I really tried my best, but there was really nothing I could do.

He felt the sharp sword tip resting on the artery in his neck, and he also heard the extremely young and calm voice of the winner who defeated him:

"You lost, Lannister..."