Chapter 330 Hit by an Arrow
Of course, Lord Gilbert Glover's letter arrived at the Twins.
However, the old man couldn't understand what he was talking about.
Caho City under attack?
Unidentified enemy?
The old man was confused.
Stannis's royal fleet did not move, and the pirates in this area of the Narrow Sea were almost wiped out by their own fleet.
That's strange. Who has the courage to organize such a powerful force to directly attack the Karstark family's strong city?
It doesn't make sense.
What can you do if you beat it down?
The old man couldn't figure it out himself, and he couldn't contact Clay and Daenerys.
These two people were basically flying in the sky now. If he didn't go back to Twin River City by himself, he wouldn't be able to find them at all.
The old man knew that now was a critical period for attacking the valley.
In his opinion, this letter was probably an exaggeration.
Let’s wait and see for ourselves when Clay comes back.
Anyway, no matter how powerful it is, can it swallow up the Northern Territory in one go?
Definitely not possible.
Therefore, everything is centered on the current war in the valley.
As long as the conquest of the valley is completed, then when the army moves south, its flanks will no longer be threatened.
Only by marching into King's Landing and truly entering the capital of the Seven Kingdoms would we have a solid rear protection.
This is the most important thing, anything else should be put aside.
Therefore, regarding this letter, the old man still adopted the previous strategy.
The reply was that His Majesty had already set out to attack the valley, and a conservative course of action was required there.
He was not worried at all that the Stark family would be unwilling to cause any unpleasant things again.
Even if Earl Glover turns around, there will only be 5,000 people.
On his side, the Mandalay family alone has more than 10,000 direct descendants.
In addition, the northern nobles are now in Twins City, or have gone on an expedition with Clay.
Therefore, there is no fear at all that the Stark family will try to restore anything.
If they really have such thoughts.
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Vale, Eyrie.
Lord Petyr Baelish was suffering from insomnia again.
Lying on the bed where Lysa Tully had rested before, he could not fall asleep as soundly as before.
The Eyrie was extremely quiet.
It was empty, it seemed like there was no one except him.
One day ago, he, a little-recognized Guardian of the Eastern Territory, voluntarily stayed in the Eagle's Nest City to deliver food and fodder to the army that had already set off for the expedition.
Although, he was despised by almost all the nobles in the valley.
Clay Manderly after landing at Longbow Hall.
Petyr Baelish immediately issued a levy order, asking all the nobles of the Vale to rush to the aid of the Eyrie.
Hongge City, which is closest to the Eyrie City, has been destroyed and no longer dares to send troops to fight against Clay Manderly.
Xinsu City and Iron Oak City did send troops, but they were the only ones.
Together with the main force of the Blood Sect's Eagle Nest City, they managed to gather 8,000 people.
Logically speaking, they should adopt a defensive strategy at this time.
Hold back Clay Manderly's main force, then wait for reinforcements from other families to arrive, and annihilate them in the Arryn Valley in one fell swoop.
However, when facing Clay Manderly who has a giant dragon, if he gathers together to defend, he will be a perfect target.
In the previous war, at least one thing was proved.
The so-called dragon-shooting crossbow's restrictive effect on the dragon is much worse than imagined before the war started.
So, follow this logic.
If the Eagle's Nest City, which has sixteen dragon-shooting crossbows, cannot restrain the dragon, then wouldn't everyone hiding in the city be huddled in the furnace?
Therefore, Petyr Baelish was forced to decide to dismantle part of the dragon-shooting crossbow and join the army in a decisive battle with Clay Manderly.
If he wins, the world will be brighter. If he loses, he will be at the rear. If he knows the news, he can escape in time.
Anyway, he believed that he was not on anyone's must-kill list.
No one would go out of their way to cause trouble for him.
Finding a way out for yourself in everything is Petyr Baelish's style.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to transform from an unknown wild boy to the powerful prince he is now.
Even so, now, on the eve of the decisive battle, Littlefinger is still feeling anxious.
No matter how you calculate it, the decisive battle will break out in these two days.
Whether he himself still has a chance to realize his ultimate dream, the battle before him is the most difficult hurdle.
So, he couldn't sleep at all.
Also unable to sleep was the former enemy commander Sir Morton Waywood, who had marched to the east of Erin Valley and was about to engage in battle.
Although he has been in the army for a long time, Morton Waywood still feels that he is not ready for the fact that he is about to face off against a dragon king.
In the entire Westeros, no one can guarantee that he will definitely defeat a dragon king.
Morton Waywood knew very well that the nobles of the valley had now been blacklisted by the Dragon King for being unruly and ignorant of current affairs.
After all, others have risen and fallen quickly, and their knees are very smooth.
They are the only ones here who are still trying their best to resist, unable to get out, and loaded with dragon-shooting crossbows.
It's strange that Clay Mandler let them go so easily.
No matter how difficult it is, the boring morning, with the occasional bits of sunshine peeking out from the thick clouds, still announces the arrival of the next day.
Ser Morton Waywood climbed out of bed, opened the tent and walked out.
This is not a good weather day.
Clouds that are too thick will block ground realization.
The dragon looms in the shadows and attacks them suddenly from anywhere.
After all, the raid last night had frightened him.
If eight dragon-shooting crossbows hadn't been deployed in advance, they would have luckily shot an arrow in the dark.
The Dragon King was temporarily forced back.
There is no need to fight this battle at all.
The dragon-shooting crossbow is very cumbersome, and Sir Morton Waywood doesn't have enough confidence in these things.
All I can say is that it's better than nothing, that's all, it all depends on luck.
The camp was noisy, and they didn't know the movements of Clay Manderly's army.
The scouts sent out all disappeared without exception.
This means that Clay Mandler's army has arrived nearby. They are pulling out their own eyes and do not want their position to be exposed.
Earl Morton Waywood would do the same, so he knew very well that today was the time for the decisive battle.
The army moved out of the crude war camp, and they had to move some distance further.
When setting up camp, it is a good choice to choose a streamside, but if you want to fight, not everyone can defeat the opponent in a last-ditch battle.
Most of those who choose this way have completely failed, and their bones have been used to beat drums.
Therefore, Morton Waywood, who knew this truth, led his army of 8,000 people and headed up a small hill further east.
The terrain there is high and the view is wide.
It is easier to spot the enemy immediately, and it is easier to adjust on your own side.
That's what he thought anyway.
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Clay Mandler didn't keep him waiting long.
He knew that Littlefinger was gathering troops in the Eagle's Nest City, but this played into his own hands.
Don't you want to fight?
That's good.
You all come here, I'll knock you out of the valley in one fight, these guys are pretty decent.
All the spines were smashed, and the rest didn't need to be chewed up one castle after another.
Therefore, he stationed himself at Longbow Hall and was not in a hurry to attack the Eagle's Nest City.
Since it is going to be served in one pot, it is best to start when the pot is full.
Coincidentally, during this period, the White Harbor Fleet also brought over 3,000 newly reinforced troops by sea.
In this way, Clay's troops do not count the more than a thousand miscellaneous people in the Longbow Hall.
The serious "Central Army" has six thousand.
For him, even if there is no dragon, he still dares to touch the main force in the direction of Eagle Nest City.
After all, from the beginning of the war until now, when has he ever seen his side have a numerical advantage?
there has never been.
The day before yesterday evening, Clay's sentry had already discovered the sentry that the other party had approached in advance.
When this news came, Clay knew that the main force of the Eagle's Nest City had already pressed forward.
This is good, it saves him from running over again.
So, he immediately ordered that all the sentinels and cavalry troops be released, and all these scouts must be kept.
Soon, the news came back.
Well done to the lads.
Originally, in such a contact battle, if the opponent was not stupid, the probability of escaping was very high.
But obviously, the scouts on his side have long been trained in the war, their execution efficiency is quite high, and they are also quite ruthless in dealing with their colleagues.
A dozen heads and eight prisoners declared that the Eagle's Nest City was completely blind.
In this case, it's your turn.
At night, Clay gave himself a dose of the "cat's eye" potion he had brewed before, and gained temporary night vision.
Then, he drove Galesos and quietly flew into the sky.
He decided to act as a scout himself and closely investigate the movements on the other side.
Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you put yourself in an invincible position.
Galesos is in the air, and as long as it doesn't flap its wings too violently, it actually makes very little sound.
Moreover, there was almost no moonlight tonight, which was the best cover for himself and Galesos.
The dragon flew very fast, and it didn't take long for Clay to find the location of the Eagle's Nest City army through the dots of firelight on the ground.
It's not that this place is no man's land, there is nothing but the army.
But, except for the army, no one would light so many torches at night.
In ordinary villages, oil is also a very scarce resource.
The continuous burning of the night is an unimaginable luxury for them.
After finding the opponent's camp, Clay drove Galesos and circled twice in the air.
They are all people who have led troops for a long time. Just by looking at them, you can have an idea of how many people there are in this camp.
There were no more than ten thousand men, and Clay saw no large numbers of horses.
In other words, this is an infantry-based force.
It is not the pure cavalry style of the Valley people as I thought before.
The army camp was very quiet, and they seemed completely unprepared for the enemy in the sky.
If that's the case...then give it a try?
What a great opportunity!
Clay thought.
So, he conveyed his meaning to Galesos.
The dragon naturally had no objection.
For it, the food it ate recently was a bit greasy, so it just sprayed it with a few puffs to quell the fire. What a big deal.
So, Clay chose a large area of stables surrounded by simple wooden fences and launched a raid.
The dragon descended suddenly from the sky, but it didn't cause any exclamations at all.
After all, no one saw them at all.
When the dragon approached the ground, the war horse suddenly woke up due to biological instinct, and then made a sharp neighing sound. At this time, some valley soldiers responsible for guarding the war horse raised their heads stupidly.
Then, a stream of flames that looked bright in the dark night roared directly and hit their faces.
In an instant, these valley warriors who were wearing iron armor and were still drowsy just now were ignited by the hot dragon flames.
After only screaming for a few seconds, he was completely robbed of life by the high temperature, fell to the ground, and turned into a burning fire ball.
The massacre of Galesos has begun.
The giant dragon spit out dragon flames one after another towards the group of war horses.
The war horses, panicked and incontinent with fright, trampled the thin wooden fence and ran desperately towards the dark wilderness.
The whole camp was awakened.
After all, such a loud movement and the fire that could not be ignored were too obvious signals.
Ser Morton Waynwood himself could not sleep.
Almost immediately, he rushed out of the tent.
Seeing the huge dark figure outlined in the air by the firelight, the commander from the Waywood family suddenly took a breath of cold air.
The dragon is really coming.
Without saying a word, he pushed away the guard who wanted to pull him away, and immediately ordered:
"Quick! Tell those guys who control the dragon-shooting crossbow to fire it for me!"
The soldier was still a little hesitant. After all, when seeing such a scene, his first reaction was to run away quickly.
However, seeing the ferocious expression on his commander's face, the soldier still agreed and headed towards the dragon-shooting crossbow position placed in a corner of the camp.
It's up to them.
Clay didn't know this, and he actually didn't want to burn all these people to death. As long as he defeated them, the battle in the valley would be won.
But the fire should still be set.
As a result, Galesos's dragon flame poured on the heads of these ordinary soldiers in the valley without reservation.
Under the cover of night, every time the dragon flames spit out, it will leave a long, bright burning trace.
Panic, thick smoke.
Clay knew what was going on.
But at this moment, something suddenly passed through his ears, bringing with it the sound of howling wind.
Just as he was alert, Galesos's body shook slightly, and a huge and shrill roar resounded through the sky.
Clay and his dragon have a telepathic connection.
He immediately realized that Galesos had been hit by a crossbow arrow.
The image of the former javelin champions shooting down the dragon popped into his mind, and Clay thought to himself, this is not going to work.
So, he immediately felt the situation in Galesos.
Fortunately, he didn't feel any obvious crisis situation.
Although it was all in vain, he didn't know where Galesos was hit by the arrow, but the still powerful wings proved that the dragon's injury should not be fatal, otherwise, they should have "crashed" by now.
But in this case, Clay could not ask Galesos to continue fighting.
Let's withdraw first and check the situation before talking.
So, one person and one dragon immediately turned around and tried to increase their height at the same time to avoid the attack range of the dragon-shooting slaves.
Several more crossbow arrows flew in, but this time the accuracy was off by a million miles.
Obviously, the arrow that hit Galesos was blind.
But no matter what, the most important thing is to go back quickly.
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Ser Morton Waynwood was confused as he saw the dragon retreat.
The light was so dark that he had no idea whether the dragon was shot or something else happened.
In fact, his men, the group of soldiers responsible for controlling the Dragon Shooter, didn't know that they had been shot.
Originally, he was almost desperate when he saw the dragon ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the soldiers in the valley.
However, the dragon turned around and left for some unknown reason.
He left a mess of chicken feathers and a chaotic and broken camp for him, the commander of the army.
It took him a whole day to barely clean up the mess.
Some people want to withdraw to Eagle's Nest City, but they all know that the city wall is useless in front of the dragon flames.
Moreover, if we retreat now, we might be chased by the dragon again.
If something like this happens again, this army will really be doomed.
Suddenly, this coalition of valley nobles quarreled with the generals from the Eagle's Nest City.
That's right now, it's not about retreating, it's not about continuing to advance.
In this stalemate, Clay Mandler's army has already surpassed them and rumbled over them.
It only took one day to open it before their eyes.
Now, no one has to make a choice.
There will be a battle tomorrow. If you lose, kneel down and surrender as soon as possible.
As for winning...they don't think they're going to win.
