Chapter 395 Your Majesty, what a great victory!
After Rickard Karstark got rid of the entanglement of the salt flats in the middle of the night, he immediately led the cavalry toward the west.
There is no fear of getting lost at all, because on the white field, the traces of the dead army's passage are a large black area, which can be seen without looking at it at all.
As long as you follow these complicated lands, you can catch up with the army of the dead.
However, they underestimated the physical exertion of marching on a snowy night.
No matter how fast he was, he only arrived at the battlefield on the second day.
Seeing the bridgehead that was about to be breached, Rickard Karstark made a prompt decision and immediately ordered the cavalry to attack the dead man's flank.
This is very similar to the human army, which is difficult to turn due to its huge size.
Therefore, when the horn sounded and the iron hooves were approaching, the dead people were still unable to respond effectively.
The initial impact was still like a hot knife cutting through butter, and it penetrated the dead man's formation very smoothly.
However, after all, these are not the tens of thousands of people under Yanchang Town.
Although a lot of the 100,000 people were consumed by the bridgehead, there are still tens of thousands here.
Cavalry are humans too, and their physical strength has limits.
The further you fight inside, the blunter the attack will be.
Later, it almost came to a standstill and turned into a brutal positional battle.
This is very dangerous. Rickard Karstark's troops do not have an advantage. If he rushes in like this, he will easily be besieged from all sides.
With a sword, he chopped down the dead man who rushed up to bite the horse's leg. Rickard Karstark looked at the somewhat chaotic battlefield, his heart was crossed, and he was ready to lead the recovered cavalry brigade to continue the attack to the west. .
Only by rushing out can they have a way to survive.
"Lord Earl, look!"
The guard next to him suddenly pointed in the direction of the city wall.
Rickard Karstark followed the sound and found that the bridgehead that had just been violently attacked had now begun a counterattack.
A huge gray-white running wolf flag that could be seen clearly from such a distance was planted directly on the top of the city.
"Is that... your lord's flag?"
The adult in Rickard Karstark's mouth actually does not refer to Bran Stark, but to his old boss Ned Stark.
After all, it is too difficult to expect a teenage boy to have much prestige.
Once, they followed this banner of Running Wolf southward and overthrew the Targaryen dynasty.
Now, this big flag has appeared again, which means that the master of the Stark family is on the front line.
"Little Wolf finally got tough."
Rickard Karstark muttered, and then he urged his horse to continue charging.
It seems that the people in the city are not fools and know that this is the best opportunity to counterattack.
As long as they disrupt the formation of the White Walkers, they can completely break the siege of these 100,000 dead people.
Of course, Brynden Rivers didn't know what his great nobleman was thinking, and he didn't care if he knew.
Now, the most important thing is to deal with the army of the dead.
"Warriors of the North, charge with me!"
Brynden Rivers drew his sword and pointed in the direction outside the city.
It seemed that this guy was full of pride, and the soldiers who saw him cheered with their weapons raised.
In fact, if you observe carefully, you will find that this guy has always had his back against the city wall, giving no chance to the White Walkers outside the city to snipe at him.
He didn't have the means to fight back from a distance, so it would be a loss if he was beaten in vain.
Encouraged by the young Stark family head, the northern soldiers immediately launched a counterattack regardless of casualties.
The ghouls were originally retreating under the control of the White Walkers, but now they were attacked in reverse, and they suddenly became chaotic.
The more chaotic it is, the greater the consumption of the White Walkers.
Although cold magic allows them to control each ghoul in multiple ways, there is no need to think about which one is easier to control if they are arranged together or out of formation.
Therefore, Brynden Rivers' counterattack directly and greatly increased the difficulty of controlling the White Walkers.
It was even weaker against Rickard Karstark.
At this time, only a small part of the Hejian troops behind them hurriedly crossed the bridge.
Looking at the chaotic battlefield, I was a little dumbfounded for a moment.
They simply no longer know what to do.
At this time, they heard the roar of the dragon.
Apparently, their King's Majesty is here.
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Clay didn't want his life.
He couldn't figure out the damage of the White Walker's ice spear before. After all, that thing definitely couldn't be equated with the dragon-shooting crossbow.
After all, a single shot of the dragon crossbow wouldn't penetrate the city wall.
When three ice spears hit the bridgehead this time, Clay finally felt relieved.
Dangerous, but not fatal.
He knew very well how hard this castle was.
To sum it up, there is danger, but as long as you are not blindly flying at low altitude and slow speed as a target, and refer to the operation of Daenerys in your memory, it will be fine.
Moreover, my Galesos is much stronger than those three little guys!
This time, Clay would not let go of this man's opportunity to appear as a saint.
The giant dragon appeared overhead, immediately giving a huge morale boost to the human soldiers below.
Many people on horseback and on the city walls roared loudly, then waved their weapons and continued to fight.
There is no need to go down and breathe fire now, first find out the location of the White Walkers.
The three shots fired just now meant that there were at least three White Walkers commanding the army of 100,000 corpses.
Therefore, there is no need to actively attract firepower now, just give them a sense of oppression.
The giant dragon flew very high, almost spinning over the battlefield.
But even then, the White Walkers had no intention of letting him go.
I don't know what's going on with their body structure, and cold magic is not a propellant, so such a heavy ice gun still roared towards Galesos in the sky.
However, the dragon's position was too high. When these ice guns reached the height of Galesos, their kinetic energy had almost decayed to zero.
There are six rounds in total, and I don’t know if this is the maximum number.
This time, the hit rate returned to the normal level. Only one of the six shots barely missed the target and hit Galesos' tail.
But immediately, it became weak and was directly hit by the high-speed moving dragon.
Looking at the gradually falling ice spear, Clay felt relieved.
It seems that this is the limit of the javelin team.
It is indeed much stronger than the Dragon Shooting Crossbow, but it is still within the scope of my understanding.
No wonder Viserion looked so miserable in his memory. He was small, and even when he was close to the ground, it was understandable that he would crash.
"Let's go Galesos, lower down a little, and let's tease these guys below."
Clay conveyed his meaning to the fully grown dragon.
The big blue-gold guy sprayed a small puff of dragon flame forward, then folded its wings and flew downwards.
On the ground, the White Walkers looked at the giant dragon that had deliberately lowered its height, clearly showing it was a provocation, and the ice on their heads cracked with anger.
They have to command the increasingly chaotic army of zombies and try hard not to be driven away by the human offensive.
There is also the giant dragon staring at the sky. What if a puff of dragon flame comes down directly?
They have ice armor made of cold magic, which protects them from dragon flames.
But to a wight, it's like wiping a table with a rag.
They had to be on guard at both ends and couldn't care less.
Moreover, each of them only has three to four ice spears in their hands. Making such things is very time-consuming and labor-intensive because they contain their own power.
I just wanted to shoot down this annoying big guy with the volley I fired just now.
However, they overestimated their own strength, and the cold magic was unable to overcome gravity, and ultimately failed.
After that, as they watched the infuriating dragon lower its height and pass overhead, three more White Walkers picked up the ice spears in their hands.
We have to find a way, even if this ridiculously big guy is injured and retreats.
They now particularly regretted why they had left the salt farm alone and plunged directly into the human ambush.
Actually, this was an injustice to Clay. This ambush was purely natural, just because Earl Holloway's town happened to be south of Blood Gate and west of Salt Farm Town.
You're here, who can I hit if I don't hit you?
After flying back and forth quite a few times, Clay finally captured the six white guys standing on a small hill, almost blending into the ground.
Good guys, how many brothers are squatting here?
Calculating the distance to the battlefield, Clay knew that the area under the city was not within the range of the javelin team at all.
This is a battlefield of 100,000 people, almost 20 kilometers wide.
If this can still affect him, Clay can only lower his head and say that you are really awesome.
"Let's go to Galesos, let's go to the southernmost location and spray them!"
This living clay is familiar.
To deal with the Army of the Dead, which has no anti-air capabilities except for the White Walkers, where can such an easy battle be found?
As a result, the huge shadow of Galesos enveloped the battlefield near the bridgehead.
Clay ordered Galesos to spray scorching dragon flames at the large group of dead people trying to turn.
The bright light of the flames was like a completely red pillar stretching across the entire battlefield.
The dead people had no time to react before they were ignited by the scorching dragon flames, and then burned directly to ashes by the high temperature.
After spitting out a mouthful of dragon flame, it left a rather long dark mark directly on the ground.
The corpse ghost next to him who was not in pieces was also forcibly ignited by the high temperature of the dragon flame. The remaining tattered clothes on his body were forcibly ignited, and the fire began to spread.
The cold magic was expelled, but they still fell.
Rickard Karstark, who was struggling hard, saw this scene and his heart was filled with excitement.
This is the power of the dragon, the envy of every noble in Westeros.
In the future, we must find a way to marry a princess from the new dynasty to Kahuo City.
Rickard Karstark thought.
The temptation of dragon blood is simply an irresistible fatal temptation for nobles who value their own blood.
Why did Robert Baratheon become king?
After all, he didn't conquer King's Landing.
That's because the Baratheon family has the blood of the Dragon King.
Everyone knows this fact, and only the Baratheon family can sit on the throne of king.
Now that a new dynasty has been established, Clay Manderly's prestige will probably be even stronger than that of Aegon Targaryen once he has defeated all the dead.
If the Karstark family can add a trace of dragon blood to their bloodline inheritance in the future, their status will definitely rise.
When he thought of this, his men slashed with even greater force.
…
The war is over.
Clay stood on the city wall that was gradually getting quieter, looking at the battlefield with hundreds of thousands of corpses in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.
Not far away, Galesos was lying on the ground, concentrating on replenishing the energy consumed after a lot of exercise.
In the end, it still received an ice spear shot, but it was not a big problem. Although it did have a damage bonus, it only penetrated a little bit.
All six White Walkers were caught up, and the wolf-like cavalry used dragon crystal weapons to chop them into ice slag.
With their death, all the corpses on the battlefield, whether they were still showing their teeth or claws, or still crawling on the ground with broken arms and legs, fell to the ground in an instant.
This feeling was very strange. The soldiers who were still fighting desperately with their swords suddenly saw nothing in front of them. The corpses that had just opened their skull mouths and opened their blue eyes, as if they wanted to choose people to devour, all knelt down.
Everyone was stunned on the spot, even the cavalry of Rickard Karstark, who had experienced it once.
In Yanchang Town at that time, they were living in the dark and had no intuitive feelings about this.
But now this look made them all stop what they were doing.
It wasn't until Galesos' slightly cheerful roar came that everyone reacted, and then...
It was deafening cheers!
They defeated the seemingly invincible legions of the dead.
A death wave of one hundred thousand people was completely crushed by them on the north shore of Earl Holloway's town.
This also means that the two main forces of the White Walkers have been lost.
Everyone who has a little bit of overall perspective knows that the time for mankind to counterattack is coming!
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Earl of Holloway's town.
The Chinese military tent.
The spirits were brought out and barrels were laid out.
It was really worth celebrating, so we made an exception and allowed everyone to have a drink.
"Your Majesty, nothing is wrong with the Blood Gate. I have sent support troops to the north. Even the dead can't defeat us here, let alone the natural dangers of the Blood Gate."
Lord Tytos Blackwood said.
This man ran for a whole day and finally arrived at the battlefield with the infantry. He became the straw that tipped the scales.
Only then was the cavalry able to directly attack the White Walkers' position and completely destroy all the zombies on the battlefield.
"Your Majesty, preliminary statistics are out. Counting the total casualties in Candle Cave City, Yanchang Town, and here, we have lost a total of more than 45,000 people."
Brynden Rivers said.
However, no one accused Him of ruining the atmosphere.
Because among the more than 40,000 people, except for the River Bend, which has a large population base and its own combat effectiveness is also a problem, 10,000 are all young soldiers from the northern border.
Basically everything was lost in the battle in Earl Holloway's town.
The small bridgehead became a meat grinder.
In the subsequent major counterattack, the North also suffered heavy casualties.
Clay knew it, everyone knew it.
After a long time, Brynden Rivers said again:
"But no matter what, Your Majesty, this is a great victory, we win!"
