Chapter 393 The hub cannot be lost
Clay returned to Saltworks.
Very good, not a big problem.
An attack was encountered on the north side of the city wall, but it was quickly resolved by the defenders.
The damage on his side was not great, and only one-fifth or less of the trench was lost.
It’s just that the dragon crystal arrows consume a bit too much.
After all, a salvo is thousands of shots, which consumes too much.
It has to be used, because with this thing, one arrow is more powerful than six arrows against corpses.
During the attack on the north side, a lot of it was used to support the ghouls who invaded the trench.
This batch of supplies brought over by Clay can be regarded as a blood replenishment for the inventory.
"Our enemies seem to have stopped attacking."
At night, in the command center of Salt Farm Town, Clay and a large group of nobles gathered together and held a short meeting.
"It seems so, Your Majesty. Originally, we thought they would take advantage of our blocked vision at night to attack at night. As a result, the attacks of the dead gradually stopped starting in the evening."
Lord Tytos Blackwood replied.
"They were probably frightened by the wildfires during the day. Let alone the iron-clad army, they should have fled in the face of such an army."
Rickard Karstark was more optimistic.
But immediately, he was questioned by Duke Mace Tyrell:
"My Lord Earl, I must remind you that dead people are not afraid. They are completely indifferent to the casualties of their companions."
Everyone admits that the "inflatable fish" Prime Minister is right, but what's with your righteous tone?
Sure enough, Count Rickard Karstark immediately retorted:
"Okay, then, my dear Prime Minister, please explain why those dead people didn't attack? Even a fool can see that this is the best opportunity to attack."
The Earl of Kaho City sounded mocking.
The Prime Minister's face suddenly turned red. It was obvious that he could not answer this question.
Because no one could understand that the dead men who had been rushing all the way before lost the little strength they had during the day and did not dare to continue the attack?
Are the White Walkers really that cowardly?
Isn't it?
The contrast between before and after is too great for people to understand.
Clay also couldn't figure it out. When fighting a White Walker, he estimated that the opponent's IQ was quite Schrödinger's.
To put it simply, after a wildfire killed 20,000 people, another one was sent to the north of the city.
To call him inferior, the valley was lost and no one was given time to react. The coordination of multiple arms to capture Candle Cave City must have been commanded by these guys.
It's just puzzling.
Why don't you come here at night? My pants are all... ah no, the traps are all prepared. It would be very embarrassing if I can't come.
etc……
Clay was stunned. He might know what these White Walkers wanted to do.
"Quick! Order the catapult, mark the farthest distance for me, and throw something that can illuminate towards the dead man's position."
Everyone was stunned by the king's meaningless words.
Seeing that no one in the group responded, Clay slammed the table, pointed at the confused Rickard Karstark and shouted:
"Go quickly!"
Only then did the latter realize that this was an order from the king, and he could only carry out the order in confusion.
After he left, everyone looked at the king who suddenly gave the order.
Lord Tytos Blackwood asked cautiously:
"Your Majesty, what are you doing?"
Clay told him his thoughts directly:
"I suspect that these white ghosts may have used the cover of night and blizzard to sneak attack our logistics center!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately realized the meaning of the king's order just now.
This is to illuminate the rear position of the wights and see how many are still there.
"No way, they are so... um, smart?"
Duke Mace Tyrell murmured to himself, but his voice was not quiet, which attracted many people's eyes.
The king's order was quickly carried out.
Ten ignited fireballs were thrown to the farthest distance of the trebuchet, which was the rear area where it had previously come into contact with the ghoul army.
However, this situation was exactly as Clay expected.
The dark wave that was originally there has completely disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.
Damn, these bitches actually acted like they did.
Although there are still 40,000 to 50,000 troops in Earl Holloway's town, they are not elites like them who have encountered the dead.
This is a fool's errand. Once the dead man succeeds in a sneak attack and causes a huge rout, it will be troublesome.
To be honest, it wouldn't hurt if 40,000 to 50,000 people lost 20,000 to 30,000 Cray, but all the weapons and supplies for the Blood Gate army's front line were stored there, including all the food and weapons.
It would be completely bad if this was lost.
"Your Majesty, we have to find a way to warn the troops there to be careful. Duke Stark remains there, but he doesn't know that the dead are heading towards him."
Duke Tytos Blackwood was a little anxious, and of course he knew the importance of it.
Clay ignored their opinions. He came to the map and took a look at the distance between the two places.
The distance is very close, but there is a problem. Earl Holloway's town is in the south, and the White Walkers are in the north. Between them, they are separated by the big river that joins the Trident River.
There is a pontoon bridge above and some garrison troops are stationed there.
It's too late.
At the death-defying marching speed of a dead man, one night would definitely be enough, and the attack would basically be launched at dawn.
That's when you're most relaxed!
After thinking for a while, he made a decision in his heart, and Clay said solemnly:
"Command, Lord Rickard Karstark, Ser Garlan Tyrell."
The two people he named excitedly came out to salute.
"You two, immediately gather all the cavalry power, leave the city, ignore the miscellaneous soldiers outside, knock them away, and then go after the main force of the dead."
"Remember, just entangle them and slow down their march. Don't be surrounded by them."
Two nobles who could command cavalry took orders at the same time.
"Duke Tytos Blackwood, I want you to launch an attack on the dead people outside the city immediately after Rickard and the others leave the city, but you must wait until dawn and use your dragon crystal arrows and wildfire jars to attack them. They cause the greatest damage."
"They must not be allowed to retreat smoothly to support Earl Holloway's small town battlefield."
"From now on, you will be in charge of everything here, and the logistics will be left to my Prime Minister."
Everyone recognized the king's voiceover.
"Your Majesty, where are you going?"
They know that the king will definitely not escape, right?
"I have to go ahead and be ready to burn the pontoon bridge at any time. If the war goes wrong, I will make it impossible for them to cross the river."
"Galesos is on the south bank, and the dragon must be faster than them."
No one doubts that Clay's prestige is so high.
The king is going to the battlefield and the dragon is fighting for his life, what can they say?
…
The town of Earl Holloway was silent at midnight.
Except for the lit torch, the entire town was quiet inside and outside.
Forty-eight thousand troops were stationed here, but they did not feel like they were facing a war.
There is blood gate fighting in the north, and Yanchang Town is facing the enemy in the east.
Brynden Rivers had just arrived. Although he repeatedly urged the army to strengthen their alert, the effect was not good.
He couldn't sleep at night.
The defeat in Candle Cave City was so fast that he had no time to react.
The old gods are not like the priests of R'hllor, who can intuitively create amazing fire magic.
As for those with green vision, those with magical power from the old gods rarely appear in the army.
Therefore, he originally thought that when the blizzard receded, he would control the crowd of crows and show off himself on the battlefield of Candle Cave City.
As a result, they didn't even get a chance to take the turn, and they just ran away.
Clay Mandler left Him in Earl Holloway's town to defend. It seemed that he controlled more than 40,000 people by one person, but the actual meaning was very obvious. If you lose, you will have to pay the price.
"Oh, what a bad luck."
Turning over again, Brynden Rivers planned to use the power of the old gods to force himself into sleep.
But as soon as He closed his eyes, His peripheral eyes conveyed a message to Him:
"Why is Clay Mandler here?"
The three-eyed crow instantly became energetic.
In this world, apart from the White Walkers, he was the only one who feared him.
He was looking for him, well, or maybe he was not looking for him. As the supreme commander of the town, Earl Holloway, he had to get up and greet him.
Sure enough, five minutes later, he felt the huge heat source slowly falling to the ground in the night sky through the wind and snow.
It took Clay two hours to get to his destination from Saltworks Town.
"Hurry up, don't talk nonsense to me. The White Walkers are coming to you. Mobilize all the soldiers and prepare to fight."
Clay got off the dragon's back and said immediately.
Brynden Rivers was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned ugly for a moment.
"Your Majesty... where is Yanchang Town?"
He thought the town of Yanchang was lost and that the entire 50,000-strong army was wiped out.
Knowing what he was thinking, Clay waved his hand and interrupted:
"What's going on over there? You still don't allow them to come around and attack you? Don't worry, hold on here. I've ordered the Yanchang Town garrison to use all their strength to annihilate the remaining dead men who are still pretending to besiege me."
"If you dare to play like this, I will make a big dumpling for them."
That is to say, the White Walkers are not familiar with the terrain here and lack the means to cross the river. Once they are killed on the north bank of the river, it is equivalent to a last-ditch fight.
None of them have the surname Han, and this situation is a desperate situation.
"I'll go now."
Brynden Rivers immediately mounted his horse and headed for his command center.
The news of the arrival of the dead brought the entire camp to life in an instant.
In fact, the safest solution is to directly burn the pontoon bridge across the river.
This can protect Earl Holloway's town, but the dead can't get through, and they can't get through either. They can only sit in the south bank camp, eat melon and watch the show.
Therefore, Clay still planned to fight.
If you really want to defeat them, just burn these wooden pontoons with fire.
No matter how chaotic it is, it can be done, as long as you are ruthless enough.
"Quick, the shield is stuck at the bridge entrance."
While still fighting against the Valley People, Earl Holloway's town began to be consciously expanded.
A bridgehead was specially built on the north and south banks, a bit like a beggar's version of the Twin River City.
But the smaller it means, the smaller the defensive area.
No matter how many opponents there are, the only ones that are really in contact with the enemy are those under the city wall.
That's good news.
However, I don’t know if the Javelin team will do it again.
It's okay, as long as I can last for one day, I will basically assign myself the main force in Yanchang Town to eat the remaining soldiers outside the city.
At that time, it will be the army of the dead, diving into their own pockets.
"You continue to make arrangements, exclude sentries, and always pay attention to the movements of the Army of the Dead in the northeast. I am going to the Blood Gate now to remind them to pay attention to the enemies in the south. You are too slow."
After Clay finished explaining what happened here, he returned to Galesos.
He couldn't guess the brain circuit of the White Walkers. What if things didn't go well here and they turned around and went north to find trouble with the Blood Gate?
So, it’s better to say hello in advance.
After the guard of the Blood Gate received Clay's order, he immediately mobilized the 20,000 people here, 10,000 to continue guarding the Blood Gate, and the other 10,000 to mobilize to the south for defense.
The mountains near the Blood Gate are narrow, and as long as the front is blocked, there is almost no possibility of being copied from behind.
Therefore, the defensive pressure is not too great.
After a busy night, I was ready.
In Earl Holloway's small town, Brynden Rivers' sentry sent out finally brought back the news of the discovery of the army of the dead.
A wave of corpses composed of one hundred thousand dead people rolled forward on the black and white plain at dawn.
Their goal is the human stronghold ahead.
"Finally here, ready to fight!"
As the material logistics center of the army, the most indispensable thing here is weapons and equipment.
Except for the supply of dragon crystal arrows to the front lines of Blood Gate and Salt Farm Town, the rest of the supplies are sufficient here.
Even so, here, especially on the north bank of the river, there is a lack of defensive depth.
The battle started around that bridgehead from the beginning.
…
Blood gate.
The battlefield that had been peaceful for a long time suddenly became lively.
"Damn it, why is it this time!"
Brynden Tully, who returned to the Blood Gate as its guard, gritted his teeth and looked at the army of dead people rushing towards them in the morning light, feeling quite bad.
In just half a month, it seems that the war has suddenly entered a fierce stage.
The entire southeastern part of the valley was already in a mess.
As if to coordinate the ghouls in the south, the Blood Gate ghoul army, which had always been "honest and honest", actually began to attack with all their strength.
The Blood Gate defenders who had just arranged to deploy defenses in the south were naturally in a hurry.
The zombie army came up to attack regardless of losses, and the suppression force caused was very powerful.
According to Brynden Tully's estimation, it would be time to enter hand-to-hand combat in about two days.
There are 20,000 people, actually 10,000 people, and the pressure is too much.
"Send a letter to Earl Holloway's town and tell them that we have also been attacked here and ask them to find a way to spare manpower for reinforcements."
At this time, Brynden Tully knew that the south was now in a fight, but as the guardian of the Blood Gate, it was his duty to ask for reinforcements.
Everyone knows that if the Blood Gate is lost, the two armies of the dead will join forces.
By that time, the entire defense line will be destroyed.
As for who to send and how much to send, that is Clay Mandler's problem.
He is the only one who is responsible for the overall situation.
