Chapter 260 Poor Fighting Spirit

When Clay returned to Actors' Ford, Lord Tytos Blackwood reported to him the situation of the past few days.

Initially, the five hundred people arranged on the other side of the river to invite you to the urn played a considerable role.

Clay fought a bloody battle in the west, so it was naturally impossible to annihilate the enemy 100%.

There will always be some lucky stragglers who escape.

But the direction in which they fled, no matter in which order, was Xizitan.

Because this is the closest place to cross the Red Fork River.

Only by crossing the river can they have a chance to escape Clay Mandler's pursuit of them.

If they stayed north of the Red Fork River, they would eventually die.

But unfortunately, just when they thought they had finally crossed the Red Fork River and escaped, they ran into the military formation prepared by Tytos Blackwood.

What the outcome will be, Clay no longer cares much.

At this moment, the two thousand valley cavalry led by Leonor Corbray were completely wiped out.

The remaining 9,000 people under Clay's command headed for the Shili City camp.

When they arrived at Stonehedge, they discovered that Edmure Tully and the rest of the army were no longer here.

Only a thousand men were left here to guard the camp and Stonehedge, and the rest had followed Edmure Tully south.

As for the reason for sending troops, they are quite tough.

Drive out the valley people and recover the lost land.

Clay could not argue for this reason.

"Lord Clay, should we send someone to take a look at Lord Edmure?"

Lord Tytos Blackwood seemed a little restless in the hall of Stonehedge City.

With Robb Stark's "precious stones ahead", he now felt uncomfortable thinking about Edmure Tully leading the army south alone.

Although, judging from the current situation, there is no power around that can easily defeat Edmure Tully's ten thousand people.

But the Earl of Crowtree City is still worried. What if the old lion suddenly loses his mind, gives up competing with Robb Stark, and leads his army to attack him?

It's not impossible, right?

Even if the probability of this happening is actually very slim.

Clay concentrated on the grilled fish carefully prepared for him by Shili City in front of him. He glanced at Lord Tytos Blackwood and ignored him.

Why send someone to see Edmure Tully? This man has no one but himself and him.

What kind of capitalist is speaking?

I've been fighting for so long, why can't I still enjoy it?

Is it possible for a person to not even eat a mouthful of food in peace and contentment?

When Yon Royce chose to avoid himself and go south to pick up someone.

Clay knew that this guy was ready to run away.

He knows better than anyone what Eoin Royce will do next.

Because the move that pinched the valley man's neck was arranged by him himself.

Could he not know the power of this move?

Why would Yoon Royce fight with Edmure Tully when he was about to have nothing to eat?

Take a shower and go to bed early, and run away as soon as you feel energetic.

On our side, the army went out to fight a battle and naturally needed to rest.

Continuous attacks require the army to maintain combat effectiveness, which is simply impossible.

Even if a tank comes, you'll still have to lie down in this rotten land to travel hundreds of miles, let alone a human being.

The wounded need medical treatment, the army needs rest, and the weather is getting colder and colder. Clay also has to find ways to collect cold-proof items to change clothes with his army.

Winter is coming, and the lords of Westeros know it.

Although the seasons in Westeros are as volatile as the tempers of adolescent boys.

But as the long summer that has lasted for more than ten years has ended, everyone knows that autumn is short and winter will come soon.

Originally, if this was a time of peace, the Seven Kingdoms would have calmly prepared for winter.

It’s time to store food and keep out the cold. People on the continent of Westeros have struggled with countless winters and have already accumulated a set of mature coping methods.

But now, the whole of Westeros is in a state of chaos, and no place in the Seven Kingdoms is a pure land.

At this time, the gentlemen were all concerned about the war on the front line, and all the farmers who were supposed to be busy in the fields were sent out to fill in the lines.

Who has time to care about the approaching winter?

Hurry up and make more weapons for me, master.

But now, the cold, much more severe than Clay remembered, was engulfing all of Westeros.

With the news of the arrival of Winterfell, the Great Wall once again requested reinforcements. The snow outside the wall was so heavy that no one dared to cross the Great Wall.

The savages who once appeared here and there did not come close to the Great Wall in an attempt to escape the cold in the south under such heavy snow conditions.

Where have these people gone?

Everything looked blurry, and the visibility was less than thirty meters north of the Great Wall.

Jeor Mormont, Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, instinctively felt something was wrong.

But now the Night Watchmen have lost any means of detecting the north.

I can only huddle quietly in the cold wind and be alert to possible crises in the north.

The Great Wall can block part of the cold wind, but the remaining cold air still crosses the Great Wall and moves southward at an extremely fast speed.

The letter from Winterfell made it clear that now, Winterfell is almost buried by the blizzard.

Changhu Lake has been completely frozen.

The grain harvesting work in the north has basically stopped, because if you go out to harvest at this temperature, you may be killed by the cold wind.

This also means that it is impossible for Clay to obtain support from the North.

They are too busy taking care of themselves now and are not ready for the winter at all.

If we can ensure that fewer people die in the north, this group of nobles who are still staying in their own castles will have some conscience.

Although Long Lake has frozen over, Clay is not worried about the impact on his White Harbor.

The temperature requirements for freezing a freshwater lake and freezing an ocean surface are two different concepts.

Besides, White Harbor is further south and is relatively less cold.

But in the future, it may not be certain.

…

"Is that all?"

Standing in the armory of Stone Fence City, looking at the cotton-padded clothes that only had two warehouses, Clay frowned and asked Harry Rivers who didn't dare to express his anger.

He didn't believe that Edmure Tully could only achieve this by hollowing out the entire Tully family, plus the help from nearby families.

Every guardian duke, except for Stark, who was a poor man, was extremely rich.

Now this is by no means the foundation of the Riverlands, not even one-fifth of it.

Before Clay left, the Tully family had already begun to mobilize useful cold-proof items from the warehouses of major nobles throughout the Riverlands to supply them to the frontline army.

Clay estimated that even if supplies that could meet the needs of 20,000 people were not available for a while, they would at least be close to the same.

And what he saw before him was indeed beyond Clay's expectation.

This won't work!

In the battle that defeated the two Corbrays, Clay's army's combat effectiveness was reduced due to the cold. As a commander, he could only feel it.

When the temperature is too low, the muscles of human limbs will become stiff.

The body will need more energy to resist the cold than to fight.

Can't sleep, has no strength, these are what Clay saw in this battle.

This was a visible weakening of combat power. Clay saw it but couldn't solve it.

This time we stopped at the foot of Shili City to solve this problem while the army was undergoing repairs.

But the current situation is far from enough.

Behind Clay, Harry Rivers shrank.

He has been staying in Stonehedge City, so of course he knows how much clothing the Tully family has brought to keep out the cold.

If nothing else, at least half of the equipment of the army that brought Clay back had no problem at all.

But why there is only so little left in this warehouse is really beyond what he, a little illegitimate child from Shili City, can say.

"What? You don't dare to say it?"

Clay looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile. This illegitimate son from Shili City was not very old. When Clay took one look at him, everything he was thinking was written on his face.

"Lord Clay, this...this..."

Looking away from the dark warehouse, Clay didn't give the child any more trouble.

He already knew exactly what was going on.

If there wasn't one in the first place, then Harry Hewen must have told him directly, without any hesitation.

So, there must be some, and there must be quite a few.

But why there is only so much here, then... you have to ask Lord Edmure Tully, who is currently having a "fierce battle" with Yohn Royce who is no longer in Stonehall Town.

There is no one else but him in this matter.

"Lord Edmure took away most of the winter clothes here and told you not to tell me too much. Am I right?"

Clay suddenly stretched out his hand and squeezed Harry River's shoulder.

This sudden movement startled the illegitimate son of Shili City who was already a little guilty.

"Ah...Master Clay...what's wrong?"

Before he could realize what was going on, he suddenly recalled that Clay seemed to have said something to him just now.

In an instant, the few traces of blood on this guy's face almost disappeared.

"No...no...Master Clay...I..."

He was incoherent and wanted to deny it, but didn't know what to say.

Clay sighed inwardly.

Not because of anything else, but because he felt that Edmure Tully was really bad.

Is it interesting to compete with yourself on this kind of thing?

With the entire White Harbor at his back, plus the Twin River City, which was once a fertile land, why couldn't he solve the problem of keeping his troops warm?

It’s nothing more than spending a little more time.

Edmure Tully deliberately took away most of the cotton clothes in the warehouse. This was nothing more than a way to fight against himself.

He has been deprived of military power by himself and the big nobles of the Riverlands.

This is one of the few ways that he can show that he is still an important person in the Riverlands.

Clay understood, but had no time to play house with him.

This is the next battle. After the fight, no matter what, the old lion will have to peel off a layer of skin in his own hands, even if he does not die.

It just so happened that I was tired from playing too.

It's time to take the army and return to their own territory to recuperate.

By the way, go south to Dorne and talk to Prince Doran and Daenerys, who have been building up an army and preparing for a big move, about the next plan.

Calculating the time, I have spent a lot of time calling back and forth, almost half a year.

Wait until the next battle is over and then deal with some things.

By the year 301 of the Aegon Calendar, his Galesos will almost be able to truly become a deadly weapon on the battlefield.

When the time comes, it's time for me to show these guys what it means to be shocked by the dragon.