For ordinary commoners, no matter whose glory it is: whether it is the king's or the guardian of the north, as long as there is a safe environment to eat, he can be satisfied.

But such a person, in a peaceful and prosperous era, it is better to say that in a troubled era like the Lanströ continent, it is not necessary to become a robber and a thief for various reasons.

So in the eyes of these depraved ordinary people, for glory! What a loud slogan...... It's just a slogan.

Littlefinger's subordinate chewed grass roots in his mouth, and his eyes looked at the huge contingent coming from afar.

The group had beautiful leather and plate armor, which was almost impossible to shoot with ordinary bows and arrows, and not only that, but their swords and horned bows could easily tear through wild boars.

It's a coalition of nobles!

"If it was an assassination, I could kill a team of soldiers, but in a head-on confrontation, I would definitely die faster."

Just as he was secretly weighing himself, a group of soldiers stuffed with fur in their armor came not far away, they were smaller in number and older, but they overwhelmed the aristocratic coalition in momentum.

"It's them, vassals of House Stark." One of the thieves lying on the grass said, "It seems that even without the help of the gods, they will be able to withstand this attack!" ”

Emaciated camels are bigger than horses! Littlefinger's subordinate sneered.

Even so, there was no way for them to stop the Void Will! He thought wildly, then waved his hand.

In the sunken grass behind, the branches were camouflaged and the catapults were exposed. These rudimentary tools were made from logs in the woods, and because of the lack of steel, they could not withstand great impacts, which meant them to be incapable of being used as weapons of war.

However, in this battle, their role is only a surprise soldier, the opening surprise soldier!

"Ready!" Littlefinger's men smiled gloomily and waved their hands, causing the catapult to turn to Stark's side. The presence of a shot in the magazine is an absolute nightmare for the Stark Group.

Because they were the corpses of the soldiers they had sent to round up Littlefinger, which were rotting and infested with maggots, but it did not prevent people from knowing their origin from their clothing.

On the other side, both sides in the center of the battlefield stepped forward, and according to the tradition of the continent of Lanstrlo, they had to have a meeting before deciding whether to go to war or not. It's better if the two sides come to some kind of agreement and then get along.

But it was destined to be an extraordinary battle......

Before the Stark Army reached the center of the battlefield, a creaking sound was heard from the left side of the battlefield belonging to the aristocratic coalition, and several huge trebuchets rose from the ground level, causing the Stark Group to feel an inexplicable panic.

"Trebuchet! Watch out for distraction and dodge! "Someone shouted loudly, trying to minimize all the losses.

But their shouting came too late......

Then the roaring black dots fell from the sky and smashed heavily into the Stark Group's military formation, in addition to the riot scene of people turning over on their backs, it was more of an air filter for 'ammunition'!

The dead heads rolled off, and the clotted blood clots and smashed brains caused a commotion among the Stark Group soldiers. The originally organized military formation was reduced to nothing in an instant.

"Not good! Come on! A curly-bearded man beside Robb Stark pulled out the long sword at his waist and said loudly.

With his actions, the two sides of the entire battlefield moved with it, like two torrents of steel colliding together.

The position where the dead man's head was thrown was the focus of the attack, but the low recess made it impossible to get off the foot. Soldiers holding their positions only need to shoot arrows with bows and arrows to hold out for hours. But for Stark, what about a few more hours......

However, although Robb Stark is stupid, although the dead man's head has hit the morale of the Stark Group, the soldiers of the Stark Group and the vassals of the Stark family are worthy of the title of the strongest in the continent! They quickly stabilized the situation and fell into a stalemate with each other.

Swords collided with swords in the wilderness, and the flying corpses fell to the ground and were trampled into the dirt.

The crows in the sky attracted by the smell of blood circled, as if applauding the battle, and what would be followed was a feast for them.

The withered yellow weeds also suck up the blood and become bewitching. Only the corpses buried in the ground are silently indictment of this cruel world.

The shouts, cries, and tearing sounds mingled like a terrifying music, with the devil laughing and the angels crying.

The battle was fought until after the sun set, when the two sides returned home, and the grass was already full of dead bodies, many of whom could not even tell who was who......

Robb Stark, who experienced the war for the first time, looked like a terrible ghost after the war, with blood clots sticking to his hair and clothes. There was even minced flesh in the cracks in the armor.

But he survived, under the desperate protection of his subordinates. Even the palms of his hands are still trembling, and his steps are a little vague.

"War is never as beautiful and poetic as we think, he is cruel!" Robb Stark, who had drunk the water with his head up, sat on the ground, without the vigor he had ever had before.

But the soldiers below didn't want him to rest, and the battle reports of personnel damage and the loss of materials flew into his hands like bad news.

The battle loss of 1:5 was enough to make him proud, and the troops of the five noble coalition could take the life of a soldier in the North, which is the heritage of the Stark family.

However, there was still a lot of combat power left in the aristocratic coalition, especially the existence of two elite troops, which made this young man who had experienced the cruelty of war feel extremely pressured.

"Food and hot soup, my lord, we need these things to take away the tiredness of the day." One of the vassals reminded, "And strong defenses." ”

Robb Stark struggled to his feet and instructed his servants, but he needed a counsellor to tell him what to do next.

At this point, it was as if he had lost his bearings, and the chicks needed shelter.

Interestingly, all this is watched by the little finger hidden in the shadows. As the uncrowned king of the north, he clasped his hands and watched unscrupulously at the blood of this immature and rebellious teenager.

No one here can sense his presence, nor can they effectively harm him. Li Kuan meant to let this war go on and save a few key people. Therefore, he was very satisfied with the current scene, especially watching the struggle of the eldest son of the Stark family.

Frustration and failure, coupled with endless fear, is the only way for a man to grow up, either to be crowned king or to degenerate into waste. Littlefinger was looking forward to Robb Stark's change.