Chapter 287 Stable performance
As soon as Clay's banner appeared on the battlefield of Harrenhal, it immediately had a very obvious effect.
Brynden Tully's army immediately launched a tentative attack on the Western Army in front of them.
It seems that no one dares to openly show a passive and avoidant attitude in front of Clay.
After all, Clay Mandler got to where he is today by stepping on the blood of his enemies. They didn't have the guts to provoke him head-on and disobey his orders.
When they received the message from Clay that they all go to Clay's Central Army Camp, they had no choice but to go there.
They already had a premonition that this time Clay Mandler would not be as easy to talk to as before.
This time is no different than before. In the past, the army in Clay Mandler's hands basically belonged to them from the Riverlands. In other words, this group of Riverland nobles still retained the power of final rejection.
But now, Clay Manderly himself, the thousands of Mandalay family elites under his control, plus the 10,000 people from the north, Earl Holloway's town, have all tipped the scales.
This is a serious direct lineage of Clay, and it is not something that the river nobles can have a say in.
These more than 10,000 people had no objections to fighting the Battle of Harrenhal. Therefore, when it came to carrying out this matter, Clay Manderly had almost reached the pinnacle of his authority.
In the past, before Clay Manderly came to the front of the battlefield, the nobles of the Riverlands could use temporary arbitrariness on the battlefield to frustrate him.
But now, no one dares to commit suicide under his eyes.
The leaders of the Riverlands, led by Edmure Tully, rushed to Clay Manderly as quickly as possible.
As soon as they entered Clay's central army tent, they saw that the young man who now commanded an army of 30,000 people seemed to have a very calm face.
An unexpected, unsettling calm.
But they had no reason to ask, so they could only sit on the wooden piers prepared for them.
It would be nice if you could sit down. Although the gentlemen were used to the delicate buttocks touching soft cushions, and some could not accept the hard style of the army, no one dared to say anything.
Only a few people have a place here, and the rest can only choose to stand behind other great nobles in the riverlands.
Seeing that everyone was almost here, Clay didn't talk nonsense to them and directly started his last military meeting before the war.
"My lords, I would like to ask first, have you received the order conveyed by the messenger I sent?"
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the scene, which had been a bit noisy just now due to the large number of people, suddenly fell into an ice cellar.
The whole place was silent. Everyone knew the answer, but no one dared to answer this fatal question.
Clay had known this for a long time, and he had no intention of letting go of these riverlanders who had not done much work.
"On my side, come back and give me the order clearly and clearly, saying that he has sent my order to Edmure Tully, and Ser Brynden Tully who suddenly seized the opportunity to fight. Oh, there is also There were quite a few people present.”
"Everyone, you have to give me an accurate answer."
Clay's tone was not harsh, and he continued:
"If my messenger deceived me and he did not convey my order to you, then he must be punished and use his blood to wash away the reputation of your lords."
"However, if my messenger did not lie to me, then..."
Clay looked around with a smile, but his face suddenly darkened, and he said with a sneer:
"Everyone, you have to give me an explanation for the current battle situation!"
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Kristen was a little tired.
What made him realize this was that he had just stabbed a fleeing Lannister infantryman to death with a sword. The sword got stuck in the bones of the unlucky guy, but he didn't pull it out immediately.
When the war first started, it was not like this.
Feeling the magic power in his body that could not make ends meet, Kerrison looked at the panic-stricken Western Army, which was still crowded with people, and felt a sense of exhaustion.
There are too many people and we can’t kill them all.
The position he is currently in is already in the middle of the siege army at Harrenhal's North Gate of the Western Army.
They defeated four unsuspecting Western infantry formations along the way, but their good luck stopped there.
After all, the Western Army is, theoretically speaking, the army with the highest overall quality in all of Westeros.
Their reaction speed is not slow at all.
After all, the essence of the entire Western Army is here.
Soon, under the adjustments of some middle and lower-level officers, other nearby infantry formations began to gradually complete their turns. Although they could not completely direct their attacks towards the extremely fast Krissen's command, at least, Don't leave your own backyard to them.
And with just such a small adjustment, in Kerrison's case, he suddenly felt that it was much more difficult to charge and break the formation.
Looking at the north gate of Harrenhal in front of him, Krissen didn't need to look back. He knew that there would definitely be fewer and fewer comrades who could follow him forward.
To put it bluntly, they are using 500 people to challenge the nearly 10,000 troops in the Western Region. Now, it is the best result. After that, every step forward is earned with their lives.
He tilted his head to avoid a javelin that was thrown at him. Kristen didn't even look at where the javelin came from.
He doesn't have this time.
The long sword in the hand has already become pitted, full of cracks and gaps from the collision with countless weapons, countless pairs of armors, and countless bones.
With a slight movement of the sword, relying on the speed of the war horse, he successfully opened the aorta of a Western soldier who was trying to attack him.
Killed another one.
Collison knows.
But this idea only existed in his mind for less than half a second, because he found that the Western Army on the right front seemed to be a little confused.
He was sure that he had never launched an attack in that direction.
There is no reason why the people of the Western Region would cause chaos on their own.
Little did he know that the people in the Western Region there were ten times more panicked than he, who was trapped in a tight siege.
Because, for some reason, the king's mother and son, who had been staying inside the North Camp and were strictly banned by Tywin Lannister, managed to get out of the camp for some reason.
Still under the protection of Sandor Clegane, the "loyal dog", he arrived at the front of the North Camp.
Count Damon Malbrand, who was responsible for commanding the soldiers to attack the city, didn't know what was going on. After all, his son, who led the troops out of the camp without permission, had been killed by the careless Krissen not long ago. Killed with one sword.
Therefore, the earl who was on the first front line of the siege really didn't know that the entire Beida Battalion and his rear were now in complete chaos.
Seeing Joffrey Baratheon and Cersei Lannister who always wears her crown, Damon Malbrand can't say anything. He can only follow the king's standards first. He performed a vassal ceremony honestly.
Without even saying a word, he was confused by Joffrey Baratheon's inexplicable series of attack orders.
The king actually ordered him to put all his troops into the siege of Harrenhal. He must take Harrenhal within an hour. If he failed, the king would behead him.
Seeing that Joffrey Baratheon's "performance" was still so stable, Sir Sandor Clegane, the hound, who originally wanted to be a silent mascot, could only act with a dark face, not knowing what was going on. Earl Damon Malbrand walked aside and quietly explained to him what had just happened.
According to Sandor Clegane, this bastard kid Joffrey Baratheon, well... let’s just call him “hunting south” for the time being.
Lord Damon Malbrand doesn't care too much about this. Anyway, it won't make him sick in the end. This is Tywin Lannister's housework. The old lion must come over to Joffrey Baratheon later. Well wipe your ass.
Just as he was thinking about how to deal with these two hot-touch people, Count Damon Malbrand heard a huge noise erupting outside.
He hurried out to check, and without much effort, he understood what was going on.
It turned out that Brynden Tully, the "black fish" who had been fishing in the forest on his flank a few hours ago, suddenly attacked him at this moment.
He had just ordered his reserve team to stop this old guy with no martial ethics from sneaking up on him.
However, immediately after, he discovered that from behind him, the neighing of war horses and the cry of killing came again.
Looking back, Count Damon Malbrand's mind was completely empty.
He saw a golden halberd mermaid flag fluttering in the wind...
