Chapter 277 Help out!

The left hand really doesn't know how to hold a sword.

Robb Stark thought.

The right side of his body began to hurt again. Such a long period of activity and the wounds that could not heal at all were consuming Robb Stark's physical strength every minute and stinging his nerves.

However, he must grit his teeth and persevere, because the Western Army has already attacked the city.

To be honest, siege is to use the lives of the siege party to consume the defensive power of the defender.

For example, defensive equipment, grease, stones, etc.

Also, it’s the defender’s own life.

The defenders occupies a favorable location and have towering city walls as support. This is their advantage.

But the advantages are relative.

As defenders, they must take care of every point of the entire city wall.

Because of the line of defense, once one point is breached, other lines of defense are meaningless.

As the offensive side, they can find the weakest point while constantly testing the defensive side, and form a single point to attack the weak with more. This is the advantage of the offensive side.

What is happening now is the product of this logic.

The defenders at the east gate were mobilized by the military situation in the southeast, so this gate, which seemed to be the most difficult to capture, actually became a weak point.

The entire east gate was in chaos. At first, the soldiers knew how to protect Robb Stark, the weak King of the North, but they were too anxious to kill him and forgot about him.

Soon, the guards around Robb Stark were killed and dispersed. The King in the North had to raise his sword to block the blade that stabbed him.

Although his swordsmanship is very good, it is in his right hand.

Few people can fight each other, and with Robb Stark's current state, he can only retreat.

Fortunately, he still has combat experience, so he can basically avoid attacks on him.

"Woo..."

Another horn sounded, and Robb Stark dodged the sword slashing at his head, and sent the sword edge into the eye socket of the Lannister soldier in front of him with his backhand.

Instead of looking at the unfortunate guy who screamed and staggered back, then hit the collapsed battlements and lay there no longer twitching, Robb Stark raised his head in confusion and looked at the Lannister military camp outside the city.

They are all people on the battlefield. What does it mean to blow the trumpet at this time?

If he heard correctly, the sound of the horn meant... an enemy attack?

Enemy attack?

Where did the enemy attack come from?

Then, in his field of vision, a gray-black arrow pierced the red camp of the Western Army.

The one at the front was a sturdy knight covered in iron armor, and behind him, a huge flag was flapping in the wind.

Above it is the blue golden halberd mermaid flag!

Mandalay!

Reinforcements have arrived!

Robb Stark wanted to laugh, but the pain on the right side of his body made it impossible for him to control his facial nerves smoothly.

But the joy in his heart was indescribable.

That bastard Clay Mandler finally arrived at this moment.

…

Four hours ago.

"Target, the camp on the right side of the Westerners, cut down that ugly lion flag. Everyone, mount lances and prepare to speed up!"

Kerrison led his carefully selected 500 elite heavy cavalry and marched all the way to a position very close to the northwest of the Western Army.

They have noticed that it seems that when they came, the people of the West were busy under the city of Harrenhal.

Most of the military forces were busy chewing bricks under the towering city walls, so the camp must be empty.

What a great opportunity!

If he doesn't catch him, Master Clay will reward him with a Seal of Yakxi when he returns, and then let him dance in the camp.

Clay Mandler hasn't done this to him yet, because Kerrison has always done a good job.

But he knew very well that his master definitely had this idea, and had reminded him of it more than once.

Thinking about that shameful scene, a circle of white hair broke out on Krison's back.

So shameful.

In order to preserve his dignity, Kerrison decided that in this battle, he would find a way to capture a heavyweight from the Western Region and bring him back to let him dance for Lord Clay.

Just as he was about to move on, he saw a group of about two hundred Lannister patrol cavalry and had discovered them.

This is not surprising. Their current position is already on the edge of the Western Camp, and has entered the charging distance of the cavalry. If no one finds them again, then they are not the soldiers led by Tywin Lannister. .

However, now that they are here, there is no reason to be timid, so Kerrison immediately ordered to prepare for the attack.

This time he came out, Clay specially equipped him with a full-service lance. This thing is a sharp weapon for breaking the formation, but it is very easy to damage, and basically, when the cavalry rushes into the formation, if it does not stand out smoothly, it will definitely Throw this thing away and draw your sword to fight.

Therefore, the attrition rate of this kind of equipment is frighteningly high. Basically, if Kerrison and his five hundred men are able to leave fifty intact pieces after the battle, this guy is considered diligent and thrifty.

The Northern Territory and the Riverlands where Clay is located are not as rich as the big dogs in the Southern Reach. They are pragmatic and will never use lances if there is no need for them.

But now, it's time to use this weapon.

"Now, follow my orders and attack!"

Kerrison shouted loudly and took the lead in controlling his horse to gallop forward, kicking off the bloody battle.

Behind him, five hundred heavy cavalry were basically from the Mandalay family cavalry under Clay. Therefore, they sent out waves such as:

"For Lord Clay!"

He roared like that, and kicked the spurs of the horse under his crotch with his legs.

As a result, these five hundred people formed a gray-black attack arrow and rushed towards the Western Cavalry who had not had time to react.

On the Western side, the commander of the 200-man cavalry is also a tough guy. He knows very well that he has lost the opportunity now. He is already outnumbered by his opponents. If he is roped in to confront these northerners, he will definitely not get any advantage.

But he knew something in his heart. If he escaped and opened the way to the camp behind him, then the defenseless camp would be turned upside down by the impact of these five hundred people.

As a commander, this knight from the Sawick family in Riverspring City certainly knew that Tywin Lannister had sent out almost all the combatable soldiers in the camp this time.

A stud belongs to yes.

Under such circumstances, if you dare to let these five hundred people in, then who knows how many soldiers from the Western Region will not sleep tonight.

Because their military tents will be trampled to pieces by these iron bumps rushing over.

Once something like this happens, no matter what your last name is, even if you are a Lannister, your head will be chopped off by the furious Lord Tywin.

Both the left and right are dead, so why not take on these annoying northerners and maybe get a chance to survive!

With a sudden thought, this guy also ordered his troops to rush towards Krissen in the opposite direction.

None of them had rifles, so who would carry them on patrol?

Therefore, he could only draw out the standard long sword from his waist, wave it around, scream strangely, and try to cheer himself up.

However, on the battlefield, every inch is strong and every inch is short, and facing five hundred lances pointed at them, there may be a question mark as to whether these long swords can be delivered to their opponents.

Since both sides were cavalry and their speed was not slow, the originally quite long distance was reached almost in the blink of an eye.

Kerrison could already see the ferocious faces of the opposing soldiers under their helmets.

This is also a group here to risk their lives, Krison understands.

Then, with his left hand, he silently made a Kunen shield gesture.

The yellow light flashed away, and a magic shield that could withstand attacks covered the surface of his armor.

Damn it, you better be careful, and be careful about sailing the ship for ten thousand years.

With a cruel smile on his lips, Kristen clamped the heavy lance under his arm. The tip of the lance was already lit... No, the tip of the lance was pointed directly at the Western soldiers charging towards him.

Two seconds later, there was a crash!

…

Krissen immediately sent the news of the Lannister attack on Harrenhal back to the Clay camp behind.

The lightly dressed messenger quickly handed the message to Clay who was at the rear.

After Clay saw the news, he immediately came to the simple sand table that he had found someone to prepare.

Storming Harrenhal means that Tywin Lannister is really anxious.

"Commander!"

Clay shouted.

Outside the tent, the Mandalay family messenger wearing a golden halberd and mermaid flag robe immediately opened the tent and walked in.

Because this is wartime, two messengers will be standing outside the tent of Clay, the commander of the army, at any time.

This was to avoid the situation where Commander Clay discovered the fighter plane but his orders could not be passed on.

The messengers are all skilled archers and horses. They are equipped with the fastest horses in the army. They travel throughout the battlefield and accurately deliver the orders of the army to where they should go.

"Lord Clay!"

Clay did not raise his head to look at the messenger. His eyes were still fixed on the terrain of the Riverland on the sand table, and he ordered directly:

"Pass my order. Immediately tell Edmure Tully who is heading north, and tell him not to move closer to our troops, and immediately change direction. The army will head due east and attack Harrenhal."

"And, order, leave no one of the riverland cavalry behind, go straight to the north of God's Eye Lake, assist Cresson's troops to entangle Tywin Lannister, and force him to give up the attack on Harrenhal."

"Remember, don't be reluctant to fight. Once you find that Tywin has stopped attacking the city, all cavalry will immediately retreat to a safe position in the north and wait for the next attack order. This order will be executed immediately!"

The tone is serious and does not allow anyone to question it.

Having been in a high position for a long time, you have a certain magnanimity.

The messenger looked equally serious. He beat his breastplate and responded loudly:

"Yes, Master Clay!"

Clay nodded and signaled that the other party could leave.

Not long after the messenger left, the Earl of Crowtree City, Tytos Blackwood, who had been following Clay and now commanded the entire infantry army, hurried over.

They are all old acquaintances, and the army does not practice the empty aristocratic etiquette. Lord Tytos Blackwood always said:

"Lord Clay, I just saw the messengers coming in and out. Is there something going on at Harrenhal?"

Clay had no intention of hiding the Earl of Crowtree City, whom he had been able to use easily, and nodded directly.

"Yes, there is news from the southeast. Tywin Lannister's entire army came out and stormed the east and north gates of Harrenhal. The battle was fierce and the defense line was in danger."

Lord Tytos Blackwood was surprised:

"The whole army is dispatched? Is the old lion going to fight for his life?"

Clay smiled coldly, picked up a lion flag stuck in the sand, and threw it aside.

"Since Harrenhal is so lively, no matter who is fighting, I, Clay Manderly, must help the scene!"