The army stationed at the crossroads was still the same, the morning fog was shrouded, and the moist breath was cool after being inhaled into the nose and mouth, which also made the haze in the hearts of many soldiers dissipate.

The "treatment" incident seems to be a small episode, and since it appeared last night, everyone has tacitly agreed not to mention it. The lords even forbade the soldiers of the barracks to mention it, and the violators were punished severely.

And so the endless meetings began again.

"What the hell is going on with Lady Ryza in Eagle's Nest? That's her own sister, she plans to see death or not save her? ”

"It's okay to see death and not save it, even refusing to let us take a boat to borrow this kind of thing, are she sure she hasn't been co-opted by old Tywin to the Lannister!?"

"My sister is more important than my own life." Someone said in a weird way: "That group of valley people followed the ass of a lady with no eggs, and they also became a group of eggless people, even Jon. Arryn, the old duke, doesn't even plan to avenge his revenge, now I think they will be able to claim honor in the future? ”

"The Knights of the Valley can't be counted on, who can we count on? If you think about it with your ass, you know what the Riverlands have become now! ”

"Try to contact Lan Li. Baratheon? ”

"Lan Li. Baratheon wished we were losing both of the Lannisters, so he wouldn't have made a move. Besides, Master Eddard has sworn allegiance to his brother Stannis, and we are already enemies to Lanli. ”

“……”

"Or, make peace?"

"Peace?" An old nobleman with a white beard, who was sitting quietly in the corner of the conference table, immediately exploded when he heard this.

"The Tully family and Lady Caitlyn are now half of Tywin's hands, what do you think he will offer? Also, my two sons died in the Whispering Forest, and one became a prisoner of war, and now I don't know where they are being held, and after the Lannister family almost killed me, I will not retreat until I take revenge! ”

When his roar fell, the tent was in chaos.

"No one is intact in this war, Lord Karstark!"

"We deeply regret the deaths of your two sons, but you always have to focus on the big picture, right?"

"The Kingkiller is locked up in Riverrun, and if you want to take revenge, you must break through the blockade of the Lannisters, so what can you do?"

“……”

"Speaking of which, we still have to break through the blockade laid by the old lion."

"How to break through? It's not like we haven't tried. ”

"I think if you want to enter the riverland, you still have to build a bridge, although the time is slow, but there is no other way."

"If you want to build a bridge, you have to send a large army to defend it strictly, otherwise the enemy will run to attack at any time, and you have to spread your forces to guard against that damned dwarf...... It's fucking annoying, why didn't that shit widower of the Frey family poison himself! ”

"We don't have a city stronghold, so we're too passive......"

"If the valley people were willing to borrow the way, it wouldn't have to be so troublesome."

"Fuck Lady Lyza!"

“……”

After a strong man who was missing several fingers broke his scolding, there was silence in the tent for a long time, and someone suddenly said, "Where is our majesty?" ”

"Aside from the hatred of Karstark and all the adults here, our purpose of sending troops to rescue Lord Eddard has basically been achieved, and now the army is still here, not for ourselves."

"So, where is His Majesty Stannis?"

Everyone looked at each other and couldn't help but look at Ed.

In this regard, Ed was silent for a moment, and then said, "His Majesty Stannis will soon send an envoy to discuss countermeasures. ”

His voice was very low, and with that expressionless horse face, it looked particularly gloomy.

Since he returned from the valley, he has not been in a good mood, and the events of last night have made him in a dull state, and he has not even bothered to manage the chaotic meeting just now.

“……”

"There are no soldiers in the poor countryside of Dragonstone Island, and there are not many powerful people, what can he do?" Someone muttered quietly, but they didn't dare to say it out loud.

Since Ed, who is the "master". Stark has already sworn allegiance, what else can they do as vassals?

As a guardian of the North for many years, Eddard's popularity among the entire nobility of the North is enough for him to suppress any opposition.

The meeting seemed to be deadlocked.

One solution after another or proposal is proposed, reasonable and unreasonable, and finally thrown into the "trash".

The Valley can't be counted on, and Stannis can't be counted on, but the Greyjoy family of Ironmin Island can count on it, but it's a pity that Theon, the adopted son of Duke Eddard. Greyjoy has been home for a long time and there is no news, or even if there is news, it is far from quenching his thirst.

The lords were worried about finding a way, and the noise and scolding never stopped, knocking on the table, arguing, and yelling; From time to time, someone broke out of the door irritably, and after calming down, he quietly returned.

The current Lannister is headed by Tywin. Lannister's move to "lock the river" can be said to be a real headache.

Blocking half of the northern army and many lords from the battlefield, and then relying on the geographical convenience of Luanhe City and Harrenhal, another military stronghold in the Sancha River Valley, he took turns to send small groups of cavalry to harass the river bank continuously, so as to prevent the northern army from building bridges to force the river to cross the river, and strictly blocking other ferries, so as not to give the northern army the slightest room to exploit loopholes.

So much so that they now seem to have only three options – build bridges, storm them, or retreat.

Under all these contradictions, it is absolutely impossible to retreat, and the bridge is being repaired, but it will take time not to mention, and you must always be prepared for harassing attacks by enemies with strong mobility and supply points.

It was not uncommon for them to storm them during this time, but unfortunately, although Luanhe City was not a military fortress, its towering walls and deep moat were still daunting, and the losses would be unbearable if they were to be forced—the enemy might be more happy to see such a scene happen.

So halfway through the implementation of that battle plan, they rationally withdrew their troops.

As a result, the process of the meeting has stalled.

……

The lords have different personalities and fundamentally different ways of thinking, and disputes and objections are inevitable. It's just that whoever it is, in the middle of the conversation, can't help but glance at a female guard standing in the corner of the tent.

The figure is slender and slender, the facial features are upright and heroic, and the ruddy face exudes a healthy luster.

At this time, the name of Daisy. The female warrior of Mormont was rubbing her collarbone and shoulder from time to time, looking dazed

In fact, it's not just her, everyone can't help but sigh when they rest.

The person who has already stepped into the threshold of death with half a foot is now acting as a guard, who can believe it if he doesn't see it with his own eyes?

It's a miracle!

It's just that the means are too scary......

……

After glancing at the corner, the Earl of Streamland, who had "tempted" the Charles, spoke: "I can't attack and attack, and I can't find backup, so I think we're still reconciled." ”

The voice fell, and someone nodded in agreement.

"That's right, the enemy is now occupying and blockading the rich Riverlands, and we have no supplies, so we can't afford to stay here anymore."

"No one has harvested any grain at home, so it's hard to imagine how we will spend the winter in the near future......

As the meeting lasted for a long time, the wind seemed to gradually change, which made some of the main battle factions very anxious but helpless. Stark kept staring at the map on the table, thinking about something, without saying a word.

The main battle faction felt that the Duke supported them, but the war could not be won without support, and the consequences had to be considered. In any case, the situation is a huge problem.

"I have a solution."

A flat voice rang out, attracting everyone's attention.

If someone else said this, I don't think anyone would care much, because everyone in the meeting had proposed more than one solution, but the person in front of him, even if Ed. Stark also had to pay attention.

Luce. Bolton, Count of the Northern Fortress of Terror, as the most important right-hand man of the Northern army, Bolton has led the army in previous battles and has never disappointed.

"What can you do?" Someone couldn't help but ask.

After glancing at him, Bolton said calmly: "As far as I know, Tywin didn't allocate many regular troops to the gnomes, and the gnomes only relied on a group of savages he had brought over from the Bright Moon Mountains, which I think Lord Amber knows best, you fought against them in previous battles. ”

"Those fucking savages, stupid in brains, but with a lot of strength." Jon. Amber muttered in response.

During the charge, he was pulled off his horse by a barbarian and almost died on the spot.

"Judging from the performance of the night attack the day before yesterday, they are indeed not smart and do not obey discipline, otherwise they would not be so greedy and risky." The others nodded.

"If they were in the wild, we would have eaten them all, a bunch of stupid things with birds' heads."

“……”

"But it's a force to be reckoned with." Luce. Bolton interrupted the sneers of the many lords and said with a blank face: "Especially after the gnomes have pulled out a large group of people from the mountains by some means, these barbarians are already the main level of our current problem. ”

"So Lord Bolton has a way to deal with them?" The Earl of Streamland asked busily.

"Maybe it's a solution."

Bolton said, glancing at the female warrior in the corner, and said: "As far as I know, the Gaoshan clan generally worships witches and the like, and is very afraid and blindly obedient to the words of wizards, everyone has seen what happened last night, there is no scene more black witchcraft characteristics than then, we can set up that battle outside Luanhe City, the clan tribe is already poor in military discipline and disobeys discipline, when we see that kind of scene, the enemy soldiers defending the city will be scattered, and then we will ......"

"This ...... It's a bit inappropriate, right? Someone hesitated. Although last night's scene was terrifying and unforgettable, but that alone wants to scare thousands of soldiers defending the city?

Someone beside him pondered: "The clan people are indeed simple-minded, but the dwarfs of the Lannister family are not so easy to fool. ”

"I think you can try, you can't control so many barbarians with dwarf alone." There was a view of concurrence.

"This is quite in line with your family's style." A certain lord who usually doesn't deal with it laughs.

The Bolton family of the North's Horror Fort has always been feared for their ruthless and cruel methods, and their clan language is "My Blade is still the edge", which is nothing to look at alone, but it is complemented by another phrase that is more widely spread in the North - "The naked have few secrets, but the skinned have no secrets." ”

Just by looking at these words, you can already understand what this family has done for generations, relying on this reputation, the scarlet naked banner of the Bolton family has not known how many ill-intentioned enemies have been scared off for more than a thousand years.

Bolton glanced at him expressionlessly, then ignored him. His eyes were on Ed, who was the leader.

"What do you think, Lord Duke?"

Everyone's eyes converged on the old wolf led by him again, but before Ed could answer, another voice suddenly sounded in the tent.

"As a guest, Sir Branston has come to the North as a guest, not at the behest of others!"

A shrill hoarse voice retorted loudly, and everyone looked helplessly, and as expected, it was some old-looking countess of the Mormont family.

Ever since beating the one who saved her daughter, this stubborn old woman has not seen anyone say anything bad about the wizard, and she has defended her very much in words and deeds.

"Although Sir Cranston is a guest, the master is in trouble, and he can't die without help, right? We are facing this dilemma today......"

"I wish your words would reach Sir Cranston's ears, Lord Leswell!" Lady Maggie interrupted him in a strange way.

The Earl of Streamlands choked up, and was so stupid that he didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Why don't we ask Sir Branston his opinion?" Seeing that the scene was embarrassing, someone was busy proposing.