Chapter 110 Cliff City
The sea level appeared in Greatjon's sight, and the Northern Cavalry behind him shouted excitedly.
"The brave northerners!" Greatjon Umber raised his sword above his head. "The Lannister bastards are ahead, plundering their gold! plundering their winter food! plundering their women!"
"Kill!" The Great Jon pointed his sword, and the cavalry behind him, like a pack of wolves running in the wilderness, increased the intensity of their whips, and their horses galloped quickly on the flat ground by the sea.
In the camp by the sea, the red-robed Lannister looked nervously at the charging Northern cavalry in front of him.
"Put up your spear!" the red-robed guard officer roared.
Several rows of spears were embedded deep in the soil, facing the invading northern cavalry diagonally.
"Protect the flanks!" the Lannister officer shouted again.
The shield soldiers moved forward quickly, and the archers gathered behind the shield soldiers, drawing their bows and arrows, and nervously looking at the detouring northern cavalry.
The archer's eyes never left the northern cavalry, which was accelerating closer to their flank.
"Pull the bow!" the officer ordered.
Northern cavalry wielding swords and spears.
"Fire the arrow!" The officer waved the flag and lowered it.
"Kill!" The Northerners roared and rushed towards the Lannister camp. The Lannister shield soldiers stood close together and pressed hard against the shields.
Arrows fell like raindrops on the phalanx of charging cavalry, and a series of miserable howls came from the cavalry phalanx, giving the Lannister shield soldiers a little confidence and confidence.
"They can't get through." The Lannister shieldsmen prayed silently.
The war horses plunged into the shield formation like a ramming vehicle hitting the city gate, like a swift dagger piercing the flesh and blood. The Lannister shield soldiers were like dripping blood, and the soldiers knocked away by the charge were like blood spattering.
"Slow down!" The Great Jon slashed the spears in front with his long sword and turned around quickly. Another group of cavalry behind him also slowed down and thrust out their spears. There was a commotion in the Western formation, but it was quickly stopped by experience. The rich officer stopped.
The flanks were defeated and the main support could not bear the weight of the cavalry attack.
The body of the red lion became thinner and thinner, and the silver-white whirlwind enveloped the lion, leaving behind pools of blood.
The Great Jon swung his sword, and the head of the red-robed officer of this team was cut in half in an instant.
"Although Cliff City is almost in ruins, the defenders are quite tenacious." Rickard Karstark looked worriedly at the northern soldiers advancing against the arrows,
Robb Stark surrounded the guards around him and looked solemnly at the struggling Northern soldiers who fell under the wall of Cliff City.
Theon Greyjoy narrowed his eyes slightly and pointed at the city wall, "The number of defenders on this wall is unreasonable, for this castle that is bound to be lost."
"You mean?" Daisy Mormont looked at the city head suspiciously.
"There won't be too many defenders at the city gate, if there are siege cones." Theon looked at Robb.
Robb nodded. The attack on the siege ladder was more to cover the attack of larger siege equipment, focusing the defenders' attention on the city wall instead of the city gate. "Use the captured siege ram. Guards, follow me and break down this city gate!”
Daisy Mormont looked at the back of the Young Wolf Lord as he turned around decisively. She didn't know whether it was the heroic spirit of a teenager and a half-year-old boy or the destined hero of the Wolf family in history.
"Siege the city!"
The flag soldiers of the North held the direwolf flag tightly, and he shouted excitedly. In his sight, the Young Wolf Lord Robb Stark and his personal guards pushed up the battering ram together with the ordinary soldiers of the North. Charge towards the castle together.
"Raise your shield! Don't put it down!" The Young Wolf Lord's voice was too high, even breaking his throat.
"Hold on!" Daisy Mormont encouraged the soldiers around her.
"One! Two! Crash!" Robb grabbed one side of the battering ram tightly, spread his legs, pressed hard against the ground, and the battering ram crashed against the city gate.
Crag City seemed to be shaking. Robb's vision was shaky. In his ears was Theon's shout, "Again! Crash!"
"Boom!" The city gate sank partially again, and signs of collapse have appeared.
The enemy quickly noticed the movements of the northern soldiers. They did not expect that the northern army, which was all cavalry, had such siege equipment.
"Raise your shield!" Robb shouted.
"Ah!" The northern soldier beside him shouted tremblingly, and the arrow pierced his neck.
"One! Two! Hit!"
The battering ram crashed into the city gate again. The collapsed and shattered city gate could not withstand repeated heavy blows and was in danger.
"Crash!" Theon shouted again, his face red.
The battering ram kept hitting the gate, many times in succession.
"Crash!" Robb's cry almost coincided with the moment the city gate collapsed. The cliff city gate suddenly collapsed, and the cave inside was completely exposed to Robb.
"Kill!" Robb raised his sword and shouted.
"Whoosh!" The arrow flew from nowhere and pierced into Robb's arm. The gravel hit his half-helmet. The Young Wolf Lord fell to the ground softly, his vision dimmed.
"It's only a matter of time before Robb Stark takes Crag City," Davon Lannister pointed at the map and said to his father, Stafford, "but I took the castles around Crag City and cut him off. The connection with Heiyu, father, is surrounded by mountains. The advantage of the cavalry in the north cannot be used, and their number is not large.”
Stafford looked at the slovenly appearance of his eldest son. He felt that among the Lannister family, the one who looked closest to a lion was his son Davon. He had long yellow hair and a thick and unkempt beard, and was slightly smaller than ordinary people. With his long body hair, Da Fengchu looks like a living lion here.
"I received a letter from Lord Tywin, telling us to be on guard and he would lead an army to help in time," said Stafford.
"Rescue in time?" Davon frowned, "Does Lord Tywin plan to retreat to the West and abandon King's Landing?"
Stafford frowned slightly, "Where did it say that? Lord Tywin did not give such instructions."
"It's obvious, father." Da Feng put two fingers against King's Landing and Casterly Rock respectively. "With such a long distance and such a long depth, King's Landing has long been out of food. During the war, this city was As a burden, it is better to return to the west and gather strength to annihilate the northerners in one fell swoop.”
"King's Landing is the residence of the king, how can we just give up?" Stafford shook his head, "Duke Tywin returns to the West. What will happen to King Joffrey, and what will happen to all the royal nobles?"
"Can't we just bring the king here?" Da Feng said slightly impatiently.
Stafford Lannister was silent for a moment, his frown did not relax, and he did not seem to agree with this strategy.
"Alas," Da'von leaned back on the chair, "Father, give me the ten thousand recruits you trained, and I will arrange the defense line to lock Robb Stark."
Stafford nodded. He did not object to his son's arrangement. Although his ability was not outstanding, he knew that the art had its specialties.
Robb raised his eyes slightly, and there was a beautiful figure dangling in front of him in the blur.
"Duke, you, you are awake." The man approached Robb and said happily.
"Who are you?" Robb asked, standing up.
"Jeanne, Jeyne Westerling." The girl replied softly. Her voice seemed to Robb like a sweet summer fruit, intoxicating.
(End of chapter)