Chapter 394 Bridge

To a certain extent, war is a process in which the commanders of both sides bet on their IQs.

The White Walkers thought their maneuvers in the dark could conceal their presence, and launched an unsuspecting surprise attack on Earl Holloway's town.

However, this plan failed.

After the elites huddled in Yanchang Town discovered that there were only remnants of soldiers outside, they used the power of a great victory to wipe out 20,000 opponents during the day, lit all the torches, and launched attacks from the east, west, north, and west of Yanchang Town at the same time.

Although the lights were in vain, the fireballs thrown by the slings and the torches in the hands of the tribesmen provided enough lighting.

The cavalry didn't waste much effort and completely rushed away from the dead troops in front of them.

The ghouls never have a formation to speak of, so apart from dragon crystals, the best way to deal with them happens to be the cavalry's group charge tactics.

With the kinetic energy of the cavalry, the bones of these dead men were directly broken and crushed by the hooves of the horses behind. The problem was solved without having to kill them one by one with swords.

However, the previous human soldiers did not have the courage to confront the army of the dead head-on.

Now, I was able to kill 20,000 of you easily before. Can I still kill the 10,000 people you have left outside the city?

So, after the cavalry attacked, dragon crystal arrows washed their hair, and wildfire bombs poured on the ground, the remaining dead people were divided and surrounded.

The two White Walkers who were in charge of commanding this army wanted to run away when something bad happened, but they were entangled by the cavalry who regarded them as ordinary corpses.

Although the White Walkers' ice swords and armor are absolutely suppressive to ordinary steel weapons, after all, there are still some cavalry equipped with dragon crystal weapons.

After seeing that their side had lost seven or eight elite knights in a row, everyone realized that these two pale guys were difficult to deal with.

As a result, the human spirit of not practicing martial ethics immediately came into play.

If we can't kill you with a steel sword, then we'll use dragon crystal weapons with damage bonus.

Several huge lances directly collided with the White Walker Ice Sword, smashing the latter to pieces.

Then, under the gaze of the White Walkers' ice-blue pupils and their shrill screams, the tip of the dragon crystal spear directly penetrated their bodies made of cold magic.

The next moment, there was only a bang, and the two White Walkers exploded into ice shards all over the sky.

This is probably another advanced example of humans killing White Walkers in the past few thousand years.

Unfortunately, it was not during the day, and no one knew what these two things were.

Everyone was just sorry that those unlucky guys actually encountered such a deadly person who could beat them.

Although the death methods of these two guys are quite unique, everyone has accepted such an outrageous thing as the arrival of the White Walkers, and the unique method of death does not seem so strange at all.

After all, no one gave them any science knowledge about what a White Walker was, what a wight was, what the differences and weaknesses between the two were.

This is not academic research.

Anyway, just get rid of it.

"Count Karstark, the remaining mission is not ours. The top priority is to catch up and entangle the main force of the dead marching towards Lord Holloway's town."

Garland Tyrell found the stained Earl of Cahor City in the darkness.

This guy was in the mood to kill, and originally wanted to organize the cavalry around him to charge towards the small group of ghouls still gathered.

However, Garlan Tyrell stopped him from doing so.

However, before he finished speaking, he keenly noticed that the dead people nearby who were still alive suddenly seemed to have lost their power, and almost all of them fell to their knees at once.

The two of them didn't know that their men had just killed the central node that controlled these corpses, that is, the two White Walkers.

Most of what is left here is controlled by these two White Walkers, and only a small part is left by other White Walkers.

But this does not affect their command.

However, neither of them expected that human beings would be so decisive and directly leave the city with their entire army to launch an attack.

The troops of Garlan Tyrell and Rickard Karstark rushed towards them.

"what 's wrong?"

Rickard Karstark and Garlan Tyrell looked at each other.

The two of them were very puzzled by the scene before them.

However, as long as the enemies are down, that's a good thing.

"In this way, the boy from the river bend will take the others and clean up those who can still move first. I think they seem to have lost their organization and can only bite randomly. They should be easier to deal with."

The Earl of Kahuo City pulled his horse forward and continued:

"I will take the main force and continue to chase the main force of the dead people. After you have finished dealing with them, bring the infantry and the rest of your cavalry to join us."

"Remember to bring dragon crystal arrows and shields. For wildfire, bring them if you can, but don't slow down the march. That guy Tytos should understand what I mean."

At this time, Garland Tyrell had no intention of competing with the man in front of him.

Obviously, it is one thing to lead the cavalry to attack these remaining soldiers, but it is another thing to directly attack the 100,000 main force.

If not, it's very likely that the dead people would swallow him up.

So, it was a gamble, Rickard Karstark took the risk, and Garlan Tyrell knew it.

"Okay, then, Your Majesty Earl, you... or we should do our best."

The heir to Highgarden raised his head, looked at the falling snow that was still falling, and whispered:

"Such a perfect battlefield, but we only have this one chance."

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Earl of Holloway's town.

"Hold on, and then send people across the river. The bridgehead must not be lost, otherwise more than 40,000 of us will be trapped on the south bank."

Brynden Rivers was a little anxious.

After the dead people realized that their actions had been discovered, they did not retreat. Instead, they launched an all-out attack regardless of the cost.

Suddenly, the small bridgehead on the north bank was in a state of emergency.

For a bridgehead that can only house more than 400 people, facing an offensive of 100,000 dead people, even with the support of some weapons, it is still difficult to withstand.

Those White Walkers probably realized that if they didn't make any progress, they would wait until the humans who had eradicated their troops in Salt Farm Town would come after them and bite their tails.

Then, they will be completely surrounded by humans.

The White Walkers regretted it very much. They longed for more flesh and blood, so they did not choose the vast and sparsely populated North.

But to avoid death, they chose a valley with extremely unfriendly terrain.

If this were in the great plains of the Riverlands, they wouldn't have only this small number of troops now.

If there are still millions of troops in hand, then the resistance in front of us will not look back at all.

Unfortunately, there is no place to buy regret medicine in this world.

Now, they can only bite the bullet and continue to fight, if they have such a structure.

Therefore, the defensive pressure on the bridgehead is very high.

However, the human side does not want to lose this prominent position.

After all, if this were to disappear, it would mean that the more than 40,000 people on the south bank would not be able to join the battlefield at all.

The northern war situation will inevitably become tight with only 50,000 people from Yanchang Town and 20,000 from Xuemen.

This pontoon can be burned at any time, but it is best not to destroy it unless absolutely necessary.

"Your Excellency, the five hundred people we just sent up are basically finished!"

A minor noble from the north rode back and reported the battle ahead to Brynden Rivers.

The Duke of Winterfell gritted his teeth, his face as cold as iron.

How come He is so unlucky and loses battles everywhere?

If this continues, his position will be shaken.

But for now, he could only keep fighting.

"If we send more people, no matter how many people die, we must hold the bridgehead and not let the dead rush onto the pontoon!"

The little noble could only agree and turned around to deliver the order.

Now this is the fueling tactic, bloody physical consumption.

There is no way, the width of the battlefield is too low and there is no way to accommodate more troops.

There were floating corpses everywhere on the river, and some had their heads sunk in the water, but their backs were still on fire.

Some of the corpses that were pushed into the river struggled in the water and soon sank.

It's not that it was drowned, but it was just a skeleton. It really couldn't learn the skill of swimming. After all, the White Walkers who commanded them couldn't do it themselves.

The shouts of killing, the screams, the hoarse horns of the corpses, and the snapping sounds of broken bones all seemed strange and grotesque on this ordinary morning in the valley.

From time to time, there was a roaring sound, which was the sound of wildfire bombs brought from behind, being thrown into the zombie formation, lit and then exploded.

I don’t know how long this brutal fighting lasted.

Groups of soldiers came across the pontoon bridge to the raging battlefield, and were quickly consumed.

Their corpses were pushed under the city wall by their compatriots and burned into ashes by the continuous throwing of burning objects.

Don't blame the soldiers for being cruel, because only in this way can they ensure that their comrades will not open their blue eyes and bite their ankles.

The White Walkers at the rear are getting more and more anxious.

They had waited for so long, originally thinking that a small bridgehead and a zombie wave composed of 100,000 dead people on their side should be captured within an hour.

As a result, after fighting for almost half a day, there was no movement at all. The tide of corpses was still under the city wall, and they were still unable to completely attack the city wall.

However, according to the two of them, the damage done to humans this time is probably close to the one in Candle Cave City.

The blue eyes looked at each other, and three of the arms raised the huge ice spear inserted into the ground.

The White Walkers made a spear-throwing motion, obviously performing a traditional performance.

Three "missiles" were shot out like lightning, and three explosions were heard almost in succession. Three huge gaps suddenly appeared on the bridgehead wall.

One shot hit a tower, causing the tower that had killed countless zombies to completely collapse from top to bottom, and the dust raised completely covered the nearby battlefield.

The second shot hit the upper part of the city wall. It did not penetrate, but it still "washed" the nearby soldiers clean.

The third shot hit the bottom of the thick city wall, causing large areas of cracks on the wall and the ice gun shattering, but fortunately it did not knock down the wall.

However, it is deadly enough.

Because in this way, it is equivalent to pointing out the direction for the zombies' attack.

And just as it happened, the defensive strength of those three positions was weakened again.

Soon, the black wave rolled up to the city.

The nobleman in charge had his eyes red, and he desperately rushed toward the opening with his elite troops.

However, just like a spark floating into the sea, it was swallowed up by a rolling wave in just an instant.

"Your Majesty the Duke, we, we may not be able to hold on anymore, Earl Severn has also died in the battle!"

Bad news ahead came one after another. Standing on the south bank, Brynden Rivers looked at the smoky north bank and his heart sank.

He was weighing in his mind whether to issue the order to burn the bridge.

In this battle, He had already filled in 10,000 soldiers from the Northern Territory, and there were still more than 2,000 people still on the other side of the river.

I don’t know whether I am dead or alive, but once I give the order to burn the bridge, I will definitely not run away.

There are only so many people in the north suitable to serve as soldiers, and years of war have long exhausted them.

This is the last strength.

If this continues, the Northern Territory will become extremely weak, which is not conducive to him, the agent of the old gods who uses the Northern Territory as his territory.

His face remained uncertain for a long time. Finally, Brynden Rivers gritted his teeth and gave a decisive order:

"Take my guards and all the remaining strength to the north bank. We must keep the bridgehead!"

Everyone looked at the Duke of the North with red eyes and sighed inwardly but said nothing.

This order cannot be refuted. Everyone knows that this is a life and death battle.

The last of the northern elites set off, and the only ones left on the south bank were the troops from the Riverlands.

But their fighting power is not strong, and rushing up rashly will only cause chaos.

So I left it until the end.

Brynden Rivers himself crossed the pontoon bridge, and the gray Wolf banner came to the north shore.

This means that the Duke of the North is here.

However, it was a little late.

As soon as he arrived at the north bank and saw the situation in front of him, he knew that this place really couldn't be defended.

A section of the city wall has completely collapsed, and a steady stream of dead people are pouring in through this gap.

The soldiers were fighting hard, trying to push the dead back.

But it’s no longer useful.

"Your Majesty Duke, this... I'm afraid it's going to be bad. You'd better go to the south of the bridge immediately."

Sir Roderick looked at the chaos in front of him with a worried expression.

Brynden Rivers prepared to withdraw.

He couldn't throw himself into it if he didn't keep it.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a slight noise.

It was as if a background sound was suddenly discernible in the midst of all the noise.

"What is this sound?"

Brynden Rivers raised his hand and stopped Ser Roderick's attempt to pull him away.

The latter also heard it, and after distinguishing it for a while, he immediately said:

"War horses! A large group of cavalry!"

Brynden Rivers was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed wildly:

"Haha! Don't leave. Go and order those river people who are afraid of death to come over. This is the main force of Yanchang Town. They have defeated the dead people below!"

"It's time for us to counterattack!"

Sure enough, as His words fell, the dead people who had clearly entered the city began to retreat.

Because Rickard Karstark's cavalry had already reached their flanks.

If you continue to attack the city at this time, you are courting death!