Chapter 124 Horses trample the company camp, the invasion is like fire

The horn of the charge sounded, and the two cavalrymen who had penetrated to the south bank of the Tengshi River launched an attack at the same time with great tacit understanding.

The sudden sound of horse hooves startled the birds resting on the branches, and they all fluttered their wings and left the land that was about to become a battlefield of blood and fire.

Since the land to the south of Riverrun was a huge plain with no obstructions, the northern cavalry had already increased their horse speed to the maximum when they rushed towards the Lannister camp.

The entire army gave up the heavy lances, which were used in duels between knights. However, they were of little use in this kind of camp attack.

All members of the Northern Legion drew their swords, waved them, shouted, and shouted slogans of Clay or the North, and rushed towards the unprepared Lannister camp from all directions.

They came too fast. From the moment they entered the attack position, all the Lannister soldiers who were preparing to flee back to the barracks to report the news, no matter who you were, became the souls of the vanguard.

Therefore, when the flag of the Northern Territory appeared in front of the nobles staying in the Western Territory who had left their tents in a hurry, they didn't even know the news. It was Earl Fulei who had been in battle for a long time and sensed something was wrong from the vibration of the earth.

A shrill roar echoed through the Lannister southeast camp.

"Enemy attack!"

However, it was too late.

Since the original purpose of setting up the three Lannister camps was to besiege Riverrun, all fortifications were built towards Riverrun.

In the other three directions of the camp, there was only a thin defense against horses, and not even a trench was dug.

The Lannisters never seemed to have thought that someone would attack them from this direction, and moreover, it was a huge group of cavalry.

When the nobles of the Western Region saw clearly the overwhelming rows of Northern Cavalry, they closed their eyes in pain, because no matter how stupid they were, they all understood that the situation was over!

Before the war even started, we already knew the outcome, because it was destined.

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"Charge! After rushing into the camp, don't get entangled with the infantry and break their resistance as soon as possible. Within half an hour, I want you to use your horses' hooves to trample their central tent!"

Leading the elite cavalry to charge forward, Earl Horwood still had Clay's strict orders before the attack in his mind, and his tone was so serious that he had never seen him before.

Contrary to last time, this commander did not seek to kill first. His first goal was to use the iron hooves of the North to completely crush the Lannister camp's will to resist.

The impact of the cavalry will make these four thousand Lannister troops fall into chaos and completely lose their organization. The infantry who have lost their organization and cannot form a formation are like lambs to be slaughtered in front of the cavalry.

Of course Clay wanted to annihilate all these 10,000 infantrymen, but in his mind, the battlefield was not limited to this place. The vast territory from Riverrun to Golden Teeth was a life-or-death battlefield for the North.

He said that the elite cavalry he led, with just one charge, smashed into pieces a phalanx of dozens of hastily organized Lannister infantry.

The time they chose to attack was in the afternoon, when they were drowsy after lunch.

On the way to charge, kill the general and capture the flag. Since there is no general here, then capture the flag!

The Lannister soldiers emerged from the tent in disheveled clothes. Before they knew what had happened, their bodies had been cut open with long swords.

Splashes of blood sprayed into the sky. Before the blood hit the ground, the person had already fallen into the mud, leaving only the dull and weird sound of the sword cutting through the human body.

With the help of his horse's speed, Clay's sword tip was like a snake, and he easily cut the throat of a shivering Lannister soldier with trembling legs.

They had already rushed to the middle of the huge camp and were advancing very smoothly. No one could stop the violent attack of this cavalry.

To be precise, the Lannister camp that suffered the impact was completely in chaos. The sword of the North did not kill many people, but fear drove them to flee in all directions. More soldiers died under the feet of their own people than were killed by the North. Killed by strangers.

"Sir, these Lannisters are all in chaos. I think in ten minutes at most, we will be able to smash through this camp!"

Chris, who was following him, said excitedly that they fought all the way in. They thought it was a fierce battle. After all, the battlefield was at the Lannister home. Unexpectedly, these people clearly had a large camp to defend, but they didn't even act like that. Not as good as two thousand cavalry.

Chris did not see even a shred of courage to resist on the face of any Lannister soldier. In addition to fear, the faces of those people were still fear, fear of death.

"Don't take it lightly. Have you seen that big flag? Chrisson, the Lannister camp is there. I bet that we will encounter some resistance there. Remember, things can't be done, Kun. The seal of grace will save your life.”

Clay looked at the roaring Lannister lion flag fluttering in the wind on the flagpole not far away, and surmised in his heart that that must be the core of the Lannister southeast camp, completely crushing the resistance there, and winning in the southeast. Negative, there is no suspense.

"Charge! Whoever cuts down the Lannister banner, I will reward him with five hundred golden dragons!"

These words became the most effective catalyst in the charge. The powerful purchasing power of the golden dragon made the hearts of these ordinary soldiers in the northern border become hot. To cut down the flag and return to the north alive was a life-long waste for an ordinary farmer. I am worried about food and drink.

The large cavalry continued to charge after their commander. After passing a row of smaller tents, Clay and his cavalry saw a row of cold lights.

That's the reflection of the armor in the sun.

Two rows of Lannister troops, wearing helmets and armor, were fully armed. They clenched their weapons and aimed at the enemies who were charging towards them.

The outermost row is a row of sword and shield bearers with bright armor. At this time, they stuck their long iron shields on the ground, leaned closely together, used their bodies to hold up the shields, and held a spear for thrusting in one hand. dagger.

The people in the back row were holding sharp iron spears as long as one person. This was the most powerful weapon to stop the cavalry from advancing. Any living thing would be afraid of death and would instinctively retreat in the face of dense spear points.

"Prepare to meet the enemy, spear point pointed outward!"

The hoarse shouts made these Lannister soldiers even more nervous.

Clay could see clearly that the man giving the order was wearing luxurious armor and a cloak, and the coat of arms on his body was not a roaring lion.

Apparently, this was another noble from the Western Region. Clay didn't recognize which family he belonged to, but he didn't care. He would figure it out later.

This man had a relatively clear mind and knew that if he abandoned the army and ran away alone, the probability of being caught would be greater than if he stayed to resist. Clay's troops were all cavalry. Who could he, a pampered nobleman, outrun?

However, it is a bit too natural to rely on the defense line composed of people in front of us to stop us. How could Clay let him do so?

Well, let me show you what a real cavalry attack is!

The cavalry in Clay's hands are precious little ones, so they can naturally do less damage. Therefore, for this front-line attack task, he brought along the Mandalay family's 300 plate-armored cavalry.

The most powerful thing about these heavily armed cavalry, which were armed to the teeth, was the group charge against the infantry. Due to the rush of time and the complicated battle situation, Clay did not let his 300 heavy cavalry line up in a wall-like charge.

But even so, the rumbling heavy cavalry group was not something that Lannister's thin line of defense could resist.

In the space of two breaths, the first batch of soldiers had hit hard. Suddenly, only the people were thrown up, but no horses were turned over.

The powerful impact directly caused the Lannister sword and shield soldiers to fly up. The psychological comfort brought by the iron shield was far greater than the protective effect in actual combat.

The war horses rushed past, and the following warriors rushed in through the gap they opened, continuing to tear at the defense line, causing the Lannister's thin line to continue to lose blood.

Generally speaking, if there are no special unexpected factors for the army in this era, if the loss is close to 20%, the morale of the army will collapse. Although the Lannister army is well-equipped, it obviously has not escaped this law.

Some people began to run away, throwing down the only weapons that could protect themselves, screaming and fleeing to the rear of the front line. The vacancies caused by their escape created more gaps in the front line, accelerating the arrival of the total collapse.

After holding on for ten minutes, the Lannister army remaining in the central military tent finally met their end. They screamed and ran away, but how could two-legged infantry outrun four-legged war horses?

They were caught up one by one while escaping, and the long sword killed them from behind. The red blood flowed freely, turning the already muddy land into bloody mud.

After the last round of charge, Clay's 300 heavily armored cavalry, after sacrificing the lives of five White Harbor men, cleared all the defense lines outside the central military tent of the Lannister southeast camp.

"Lord Clay, Lord Horwood sent someone to convey a message. He has penetrated the Lannister camp from both wings, and his cavalry has regrouped on the west side of the camp, near the Red Fork River."

Krissen, who was like a bloody gourd, led a northern cavalry who was also covered in blood to Clay's horse and reported the battle situation.

"Currently, almost all the Lannister troops in the southeast camp have been driven westward by our army. Once Lord Clay captures the central military tent, we can drive all the Lannister troops toward the Red Fork River."

Clay nodded, and the plan went well. The northern cavalry came in an encirclement from the southeast, and the encirclement in the northwest relied on the two raging rivers.

Clay didn't mind these Lannister who were about to be driven to the river and went down to the river to experience the rapids of the river for himself.

If they could survive the torrent of the river, Clay wouldn't mind letting them live.

Unfortunately, Lannister soldiers are human too, and the laws of physics still stubbornly work against them.

Nodding, Clay ordered the messenger:

"Go back and tell Lord Hornwood to resolutely implement the plan and seal the hole for me. He doesn't have to worry about me. Within fifteen minutes, my flag will appear on the east bank of the Red Fork River."

"Yes, sir!"

The messenger cheered up, roared and took the order. Clay watched him leave, and then looked at the central tent in front of him:

"Let's go and see how many big fish we have caught with this net. No two counts can forgive me for this busy trip!"