Chapter 289 Who should I care about?

Kerrison's fierce attack taught the confident Joffrey Baratheon a hard lesson.

Tell him that without strength, the king is nothing and is worse than a sword.

After he took a dagger and gave it to his defenders, making a scene where the king wanted to kill himself, the 800 people who protected him were divided into 600, filling in the troops that Krissen was fighting. middle.

But the effect is not good.

Because, with the capture of Count Damon Malbrand at the front, in fact, the front without command could no longer be maintained.

Before they could fully join the battlefield, their 600-strong force was scattered by the fleeing troops in front.

How could Krissen not seize this opportunity, spot the opportunity to attack, immediately tear a hole in the chaotic Western Front, and continue to attack with his troops.

After he rushed out, he saw a large group of Western soldiers not far away from him, looking panicked but stunned in place, as well as the boy guarding the center.

At this time, Kristen heard someone shouting on the other side:

What they say is:

"Protect Your Majesty!"

His Majesty……

His Majesty?

His Majesty!

Kerrison was sure that he heard correctly. Immediately, his wolf-like gaze was firmly locked on the boy who was obviously different from the others. As for Cersei Lannister next to him, he ignored him.

It can't be...it's really Joffrey Baratheon, right?

He's actually here!

Suddenly, Krison's eyes burst out with unprecedented excitement. He seemed to see a great master waving at him. As long as he catches this kid, this damn war might be over. .

So, he looked back at the cavalry team behind him, which was scarred and out of breath. Only a hundred or so cavalry troops were left, and he raised his arms and roared:

"Ahead, the Lannister Bastard King is right there. This is our chance!"

"Brothers! Do you want to be named a knight by Lord Clay? Do you want to own your own land? Do you want to be called a lord by others?"

Kristen pointed his sword and laughed:

"Go in and capture the false king alive. These are all yours!"

"Soldiers! Charge with me!"

He squeezed out the last bit of magic power from his body and reluctantly lit up a Quen shield for himself, ignoring the huge feeling of weakness caused by the overdraft of magic power.

Chris kicked the warhorse hard in the belly.

Amidst the neighing of horses, a group of desperate soldiers with dreams launched their final charge towards the pale smiling face of Joffrey Baratheon.

The war, at this moment, has finally reached its climax!

…

Of course Clay didn't know what Kerrison was planning to do. Even if he knew, he wouldn't be able to rush in and help him now.

He had just given a heavy blow to the heads of the Riverlands. Now, he was in full control of the 20,000 troops already in place and was arranging the next battle instructions.

Because the battle unfolded in a way that no one expected, shrewd commanders must learn to adapt to changes.

"Lord Tytos Blackwood."

Clay first named an earl. It was true that this guy was from the Riverlands, but he was still able to communicate. Clay had cooperated with him all the way, so he felt more at ease.

The Earl of Crowtree City stood up from the round pillar and responded in a low voice:

"Lord Clay?"

Clay glanced at him and directly gave his order:

"Order, you select generals who can fight, give you five thousand infantry, and immediately press towards the north gate of Harrenhal. The latest news is that their northern camp has been disrupted by Krissen in advance."

"Your mission is to occupy that camp for me before the people from the Western Region return to defend."

"After occupying it, you are not allowed to fight. You only need to use the camp that the Westerners have built before to defend their counterattack."

After Clay finished speaking, Count Tytos Blackwood immediately followed:

"Your will, Lord Clay."

Nodding, Clay did not forget to remind:

"Be careful. Old Lion's golden lion flag is now near the north gate. If he knows that you want to seize the camp, he will definitely not let you do so easily."

Lord Tytos Blackwood nodded.

There was no time to say anything more to him. After missing these five thousand infantry, Clay had in his hands, except for the two thousand cavalry that Brynden Tully had brought out to fish or attack the enemy. The remaining Clay had Thirteen thousand people can use it.

The army of Earl Holloway's town will not be in place for another day, so they cannot be counted for the time being.

"Lord Jason Mallister."

Clay called another name.

The Earl of Haijiang City stood up. This guy had previously cooperated with Clay to annihilate the two thousand valley cavalry who were unlucky enough to be surrounded. He was also someone Clay knew a little about, so Clay named him.

"Lord Clay?"

Without talking nonsense to him, Clay directly ordered:

"Order, you will lead two thousand infantry and one thousand light cavalry to the east of Harrenhal to guard the east gate camp of the Westerners."

"As long as they don't join the North Gate battlefield, your mission will be completed."

"If they make any move, send a message back to the army as soon as possible, and use your troops to prevent them from approaching the North Gate battlefield. Do you understand?"

Earl Jason Mallister beat his armor with his own hands, making a banging sound, and said:

"Understood, Master Clay, I will stop them!"

He did not look at the ugly-looking Edmure Tully and the remaining group of riverland nobles.

"The remaining 10,000 people, 3,000 cavalry, and more than 6,000 infantry, immediately formed a formation and marched towards Tywin Lannister's siege troops. This order is executed immediately!"

This is a highly applicable war plan.

First of all, Earl Tytos Blackwood's 5,000 men should not be under much pressure to seize the North Camp when Cresson has basically turned the interior of the North Camp into a pot of porridge.

And as long as this camp is captured, then if the people of the Western Region want to fight a protracted war, then they must find a way to recapture this military camp that is blocked in front of them.

This is not a warm summer. Even if you lie on the ground and sleep with your clothes on, when you wake up the next morning, you will be a little tired at most.

Winter is approaching, and even though the fighting is in full swing below, the snowflakes in the sky are still falling tenaciously.

This means that once the Westerners lose their camp, they won't even send out tonight.

Unless they want to freeze to death.

But if they want to take back the camp they built, they will encounter a problem that makes them hypertensive.

That is.

Damn the fortifications they had built to prevent a breakout at Harrenhal, now they had to taste it themselves.

The towering double-layered walls, pits, etc. will make people in the West regret it when they think about it.

After completing this step, three thousand people went to block the East Gate army and prevent them from returning to support the North Gate battlefield, just to reduce some variables in this battle.

Through reconnaissance, Clay already understood that the old lion had released about 10,000 people at the east gate and the north gate respectively.

Therefore, in the local battlefield of the North Gate, Clay Mandler can ensure his numerical advantage.

These are the elite of the direct lineage of the Western Territory, and their combat effectiveness is much higher than the army of these riverlanders.

If it weren't for the numerical advantage here and the perfect opportunity to occupy the opponent's lair, Clay would almost have chosen to wait for a day until Rickard Karstark's army arrived before launching a battle.

On his side, he was busy making arrangements, while on Tywin Lannister's side, he encountered a classic multiple-choice question for adults.

There was no way, Cresson's troops advanced too fast, and Tywin's cavalry failed to catch up. When they were about to catch up, someone suddenly came and told him that his grandson, the theoretical king, was among these northerners. of the offensive line.

What to do?

Of course it’s a rescue!

Can this be saved?

Although Tywin Lannister was completely disappointed with the child Joffrey, with the crown on his head, Tywin had to save him.

Then, almost at the same time, another messenger came to report that the north gate of Harrenhal finally fell during the continuous attacks of the forwards.

The vanguard army in the west has completely controlled the city gate and wiped out more than 800 defenders.

Now the question is, do you want to go into the city?

Isn't this nonsense?

Tywin Lannister suffered a lot under the city of Harrenhal, and now he finally exhausted all the Northerners inside and built a city gate.

If he didn't enter the city at this time, Tywin Lannister himself would not be able to calm down.

However, both sides...

Which end does he care about?

Can he not have a grandson?

Or can we watch the city gate we just captured being taken back by the people from the North?

Tywin Lannister kept pumping his palms.

He understands.

Want it all for yourself!