The Lannister army stopped advancing.

Amauli dismounted from his horse, and after the march he was tired, he casually lay down on the haystack behind him to soothe himself.

He was on the march for a whole day, and he was almost always on guard.

However, what made him a little confused was.

The assailants who had appeared in the Night's Watch camp last night were never seen again, and not even the scouts released had been able to find a trace.

Maybe scared away by your own army is not necessarily.

He thought so, and then quickly self-denied.

Those people must still be there, he could almost smell the enemy nearby.

Amoriel Lodge narrowed his eyes and slowly stood up.

Looking around, he was sure that the camp he had chosen was safe.

On all sides there are bare slopes of sloping earth, which are not sheltered at all.

Encamped in a valley with such a wide view, it was impossible for those to succeed in a sneak attack on his camp.

When night falls, when it gets dark, he will set up secret posts on all sides of the valley.

If those men dare to touch the valley of the dark, and the Amorites let out a sneer, then send them to the seven gods.

Of course, this camp is not perfect, and if it is attacked by cavalry, the slopes around the valley that are not steep will be the best acceleration for cavalry.

But, is this possible?

Amoriel Lodge shook his head and smiled wryly.

It seems that he has been carrying out the task of collecting food and sweeping in the river for a long time, and he has stayed in the field for too long, and his spirit is a little abnormal, otherwise how could he have such a childish and ridiculous idea.

He kicked away a boy who was lazily lying on a haystack, panting for air.

Look at his dirty brown hair, poor fellow, does he think that the captives also deserve to rest?

"Don't be lazy, boy, and go camp with my soldiers. ”

Arya rubbed her aching buttocks, hated Amori, and added him to her list of night prayers.

That's the death list for her future revenge.

It had the names of Joffrey, Cersei, and the others, and she wasn't going to let go of any of them.

Although, she didn't know how to kill these people, but, sooner or later, she would.

Although Amoriel was reassured by his arrangement, he did not take off his armor, and his soldiers were not allowed to take off it, not even the heavy iron helmet.

The soldiers in the camp were directing the young and strong captives to set up camp, when a scout came running from a distance.

"Your Excellency!"

The scout's feet were good, and in a few moments he ran in front of the Amori, the lining of the thin leather armor already wet with sweat, and he panted and cried out, "At the mouth of the valley when we came, we found the enemy!"

Amorites' eyes froze, and then a cruel smile appeared.

Finally, you can't hold it anymore? Lao Tzu is the same.

"Say, how many people have been found?"

The scout stumbled: "I didn't see it clearly, the dust at the mouth of the valley seems to be a ranger, or it may be a cavalry regiment. ”

Amoriel pursed his lips and said coldly: "Cavalry, how can there be cavalry? ”

The scout's face turned pale, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

Amoriel waved them home.

These wastes, as scouts, didn't even find out the number of enemies, so they hurriedly came to report, all of them were eating dry food.

The Riverlands had only been combed from south to north by the army of Lord Tywin and Jaime the Kingkiller, and there could not have been a Knights.

Even the mercenary regiment is impossible, and even the fierce and vicious gangsters of the Warrior Regiment have taken refuge in Lord Tywin in Harrenhal in order to survive.

The Amorites thought they were bluffing.

They will definitely come down from the valley after nightfall, and the night attack is their only chance.

He shouted to the soldiers: "Hurry up camp, you can rest for a while before dark, and at night when I have taken care of those who do not know whether to live or die, and sleep beautifully." ”

At this time, on the south side of the valley, there was a low and majestic sound of a trumpet.

This is the Offense.

Amoriel looked back in disbelief, thinking that something was wrong with his ears.

"Damn, did anyone hear the horn?"

No one answered him at the first time.

But his Lannisters looked sideways and told their commander, Sir Amoriel Lodge, about it.

Yes, they not only heard the trumpets of the enemy, but also saw the enemy with their own eyes.

Two neatly aligned cavalry columns appeared at the mouth of the valley and slowly moved forward.

There are hundreds of riders.

In the small valley, the rumbling of the horse's hooves as they marched in a neat line attracted the attention of everyone in the valley.

On the surface of the armor of the uniform uniform, the other side is a real knightly order.

Amoriel was a little dazed, and a little angry.

Where did these cavalry come from, and someone could pull such a cavalry regiment out of the river.

The cavalry of the Vale of Arryn, or simply the golden-robed guards from King's Landing?

No, it's neither.

Damn, these cavalrymen are really coming for themselves.

Amoriel's face turned pale.

He drew the broadsword at his waist, turned over on his warhorse, and shouted at some of his six gods and no masters,

"Array, array!"

"Prepare to defend!"

The camp of the Lannister army was in disarray, and everyone left behind the work of camping and hurried to the front of the Amori, ready to line.

However, all this was in front of the eyes of the cavalry who were ready to attack. It's all too slow.

A second loud trumpet sounded in the valley.

The trumpet of the charge resounded through the wilderness.

Lovren rode at the forefront of the Knights Templar when he heard the sound of trumpets behind him and shouted, "Knights, charge!"

"Kill!"

Order.

The 150 Templars at the mouth of the valley suddenly converged into a torrent and rushed down like a god.

The sound of iron hooves, rumbling like thunder, spread from afar, and the earth began to tremble violently.

The Lannisters looked panicked, and at this time they had just established their first improvised line of defense.

Then someone shouted, "There are also cavalry rushing down from the east side of the valley." ”

"There are also in the west. ”

"We've been caught on three sides!"

"Oh my God, where did these cavalrymen come from. ”

The Lannisters' second line of defense had not yet begun to be established, but the army was already panicking.

The cavalry on the front accelerated through the slopes of the valley, and the speed of the charge reached an extremely terrifying level.

At such a speed, the cavalry's combat power was exerted to the limit, and the torrent rushing down was like a mudslide, surging in and out.

All the lines of defense that they tried to defend against would become the Templars, showing their master, Lynn, the glory of their first battle.

"Long live Lord Lynn!"

"Long live the Knights Templar!"

The Knights Templar shouted in unison, and the first crash followed.

The crash sounded.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Horses in armor fearlessly rushed into the Lannisters' defensive positions.

The next moment.

The Templars' silver-glittering carbines were raised horizontally.

The sharp tip of the carbine is like the sharp tentacles of death, with inertia, and instantly pierces the flesh of the enemy in front of it.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"

The chain mail on the Lannisters, under the huge impact of the carbine, did not show a trace of defense.

Flesh and blood flying.

The improvised patchwork line of defense collapsed at the touch of a touch without any suspense.

The neighing and wailing of the war horses suddenly rang out.

The cavalry of the first column of the Templar Cavalry Regiment, who was responsible for breaking the defense, picked up the bloody bodies of Lannisters on their carbines, and continued to run forward for dozens of meters before slowly stopping.

However, the second column charged.

There was no need for a horse pistol to inflict a kill, and the horses were mercilessly crushed past the panicked Lannisters.

The Lannisters' positions, which tried to meet the enemy head-on, were completely reduced to bloody hell.

Stumps and corpses, blood raining.

Wailing and wailing.

Let the entire valley suddenly drift with an incomparably rich bloody aura, making those who smell it nauseous.

Amori Lodge's mind was in a state of confusion, and the sound of swords and spears unsheathed and armor rubbing against each other was heard.

After two rounds of charge, the Knights Templar turned their horses around and scattered their pursuit.

With the remnants of the Lannisters who were almost scattered, the third round of melee combat began.

The sunset, hidden in the dark clouds, seemed to quietly reveal half of its face, projecting a light with a chill.

Amori Lodge's bloodshot piggy eyes were open, and his heart felt violently trembling, as if he was being pinched and rubbed in his hands, and he was tense.