Chapter 47: The City is Broken

Cole stood on a high hill, watching the cavalry of Riverrun being surrounded. Sir Kevan was coming with soldiers from the South Camp and the Central Camp.

Suddenly, a group of cavalry with silver trout flags came running towards them from below. It looked like there were more than a dozen of them.

At this time, there were only five cavalrymen on the hill, including Cole, which was only a small half of the number of the people coming.

"Prepare for battle." Cole ordered his subordinates.

Edmure ran to the hill excitedly. He originally thought that he would encounter the wolf flags and the cavalry. When he came up, he found that they were a few people of big cats and small cats. The leader was indeed very young, with no beard on his face. There was no need to guess that he must be his nephew Robb Stark.

He was about to greet them, but the five people held lances and swords and charged towards them fearlessly.

"Robb, it's me, it's me, I'm your uncle Edmure." He quickly stated his identity.

Who knew that Robb seemed to be deaf, as if he couldn't hear what he said.

It was not until their murderous intent was fully revealed and the blades of their own cavalry were intersecting that Edmure realized that this TN was not Robb at all.

The young knight was wielding a big sword in one hand, cutting down Edmure's guards and approaching him.

He quickly pulled the reins and prepared to retreat. At this time, the knight beside him quickly grabbed his horse rope and said in his ear, "Edmure, the enemy is only five people."

Only then did he react, yes, there were only five of them.

So the brave Edmure raised his sword.

After a fight, four people fell on their side, and one of the enemies also fell. Of course, this was just a sneak attack.

Now with nine against four, the Tully family has the upper hand.

Edmure Tully led his guards to fight with the enemy leader. There was no one around this young boy, and his hand holding the horse rope was still shaking. He wanted to take off this man's head himself.

The knight beside him took the lead, but was killed by the enemy's sword.

Edmure and another knight swung their swords together. He didn't believe that this kid could beat the two of them.

Until Edmure was knocked unconscious by the sword, he couldn't figure out how this kid, who looked not as strong as him, could have so much strength.

After Edmure fell, other river knights were ready to come to rescue him, and at this time the remaining two Lannister knights also approached him.

With three against six, the enemy surrounded Cole and his three men from both sides.

Cole's right arm was completely powerless, and it was extremely difficult to pull the reins, so he couldn't use both hands to hold the sword to defend against the enemy.

Weapons were used from all directions, and Cole's armor was attacked in several places. At this time, the advantage of heavy armor came out.

A Lannister knight was stabbed off the horse by a spear, and another was stabbed to death on the horse.

The enemy was not hurt at all, and the situation suddenly changed. Cole seemed to be trapped in a dead end.

At this time, swords and spears attacked from all sides. In an instant, the sky and the earth stopped. The slowly falling drizzle was like water drops dotting the transparent canvas of space.

Those who killed the enemy with sharp weapons, those who fled, those who wailed, and those who were angry, all had different expressions. At this moment, all the expressions were like paintings on their faces.

Cole had no time to care about anything else. He did his best to observe every sword and knife that came to kill.

There were two spears and a long sword in front of him, and a mace as far as his eyes could see.

The blade of the spear pointed at himself and the warhorse, while the sword and mace were all attacking him. Cole knew that there was another sharp sword behind him, but it was completely out of his sight.

Now he had to be prepared for the horse to be stabbed or injured and startled. It was best to avoid the straight trajectory of the spear, but the wide range of the waving mace and long sword almost blocked Cole's life.

But he had time, he could carefully look for loopholes.

The river knights saw him ducking to one side and dodging all their attacks. The warhorse was stabbed by a spear, and it cried out directly, and ran wildly in one direction. Two swords were drawn from the horse's back, facing the necks of the two knights, and the sound of cutting through the wind whizzed, and the two knights fell down.

Cole only felt that the scapula connecting his right back to his arm was almost broken, and the heat flowing between his clothes and armor, he didn't know whether it was blood or hot sweat.

The horse ran uncontrollably into the woods, and suddenly a branch came across in front of him, and Cole's head, which had just been raised, bowed down again.

The only four remaining river knights were shocked by this scene for a moment, and then three of them rode their horses to chase, and one went down to inspect the young master Edmure.

When the enemy arrived, Cole was much more calm in dealing with the three people. As his blood boiled, Cole was like a person with red eyes in a fight, not afraid of pain at all.

He used his double swords and opened the Eye of Time. These three people were no match for him at all, and one of them was knocked off his horse by him.

Another person was stabbed in the eye socket by him. The winter night was like a hot knife entering a frozen oil block. The armor face protection could not stop the stabbing sword at all. The knight screamed and fell down with his face covered.

The last person saw that the situation was not right, turned his horse's head and ran away.

At this time, the horse that Cole was sitting on was suddenly tripped by vines, and he also fell off the horse. He rolled on the slope for several rounds before he stood up in a dusty face. He didn't know where his body was injured, but at least he could still stand up.

There was a hot stream between his forehead, and blood was caused by the collision of his head through the armor when he fell.

It happened that the horse of a river knight stopped not far from him. Cole went up to comfort the horse. The horse sniffed him and smelled that it was not its owner, and then started to make trouble. Cole clamped the horse's head with both hands, and the horse could not move at all.

He got on the horse and kicked the horse's belly with his leg. It obediently followed the instructions and moved forward.

The fleeing knight soon saw Cole chasing behind him. He whipped the horse under him in panic, urging it to run faster.

Panic leads to mistakes. He whipped the horse so hard that it also lost its pace. He was soon caught up by Cole. He begged for mercy in a pleading tone. The sword had long been lost, but Cole struck it lightly.

Cole's whole body was covered in sticky blood, and he could no longer tell whether it was the enemy's or his own.

When Cole returned to the battlefield, the roaring lion of Lannister had risen in Riverrun. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and showed a bloody smile. It seemed that they had won.

At this time, he felt like he had drank a big bowl of white wine. He didn't feel much when he drank it, but the stamina was not small at all.

Suddenly he relaxed, and he only felt a big mountain pressing on his shoulders, and the mountains and river valleys in front of him were jumping up and down, left and right.

Someone said something in his ear, and it felt like a cry from outside his soul, far and near, long and far away.

He could no longer see clearly who the person in front of him was, one or two.

Bang, he finally heard the armor hitting the ground, and in front of him was the endless night, far, far, far away.