The sun has fully risen.

In the sunlight, the shadows cast by the cavalry on the ground swam swiftly like a long snake.

Jones and his nearly 1,000 cavalry corps turned to the right when they heard the horn, and they prepared to intercept the retreat of the Western Light Cavalry.

Of course, the premise of interception is that the Western Light Cavalry is willing to eat Robb Stark's tempting bait.

"Robb is simply gambling with his life," Jones said with some admiration, "but if Robb really wanted to, this battle might have been avoided." ”

As for the way to avoid fighting, Jaime Lannister threatens the Western Cavalry to withdraw immediately.

However, Robb did not choose to do so in the end, probably wanting to take this opportunity to eliminate a main force in the Western Frontier again, so that he would have more initiative when he sat down to negotiate.

It could also be that threats don't always work.

Like what

If Duke Tywin threatens Robb with Eddard Stark's life, will Robb really retreat to the North?

Of course not.

If the Kingkillers used Amud to threaten the North and the Tully to retreat today, would they retreat without a fight?

Still won't.

At this moment, the two cavalry armies are ready to fly, and it is impossible to stop if they want to, so they have to sit down and negotiate, and they have to fight a battle.

......

Jones had no idea that he had unconsciously been a pig teammate and cheated Robb.

Naturally, Duke Tywin would not have prophesied.

Robb's battle plan would have been no problem.

The key is that the 'intelligence' provided by Eddie Bamvert was compiled by Jones, who was going to pit the Frey family, but he didn't expect it to be self-defeating, and after Tywin found out, he had more calculations, otherwise maybe he would have entered the negotiation stage of the war now.

Jones never told Robb about Eddie, one is that Jones doesn't think it's important, and the other is that Jones has his own thoughts.

And when Robb was making the battle plan, Jones was not a core participant, and he lost the opportunity for feedback.

It can only be said that the exchange of information in this world is really very difficult, and everyone is like a blind man touching an elephant, and what he sees and hears is only a small part of the facts.

Perhaps only the legendary 'Green Prophet' can be omniscient and infallible.

......

The golden lion banner of the Lannisters no longer churned, as if dormant.

After seeing the direction of the galloping of several northern teams, the western light cavalry all stopped.

"It's Stark coming straight at us!" shouted a Westside knight pointing at Robb's team.

"Honor has taken them away. Another knight next to him said sarcastically.

"What should we do, Sir Gregor?" asked Count Charlotte, looking at the Magic Mountain, which had been pondering.

The Magic Mountain was silent like a gray boulder for a moment, and then said in a voice like a broken mountain, "Don't retreat, catch or kill Stark!"

"But we are light cavalry," cried the Count of Charlotte in astonishment, "shouldn't we attack while retreating?"

Most of the cavalry behind them only wore leather armor, or a cuirass on the upper body, and the war horses under the crotch were not armoured, and once they were close to the heavy cavalry, the danger could be imagined.

"Are you stupid to me, don't I know?" the mountain whispered to the crowd, "just kill Robb Stark and the Northern Legion will be finished." Don't you have the courage to fight against only half of our heavy cavalry?"

"I promise, if that imp dares to rush in, I can split it in half with a single sword. ”

As he spoke, the Demon Mountain swung the giant sword in his hand, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

The greatsword is wider than a palm, longer than a man, the hilt is an elegant glazed white, the blade is as dark as black smoke, and the cross gauntlet is inscribed with the Stark family's dialect, Winter Is Coming.

......

When the trumpet sounded by the Great Jon died down, the heavy panting of the horses filled the void.

When Robb could see the golden lion on the banner opposite, Lannister's bow and arrow fell on them like hailstones, hundreds, thousands, countless in an instant.

"Fight for Lord Eddard!" the cavalry of the North shouted in unison, shield-raising.

But there were still many people and horses who fell to the ground with arrows, and their shouts turned to wailing.

At this time, the second wave of arrow rain, a piece of black pressure, flew again.

"Fight for Winterfell!" the cavalry from the north continued to shout, charging forward in the rain of arrows.

Listening to the constant wailing, Robb lost the courage to look back for the first time.

Although he rushed to the front, it was not really unspecial, and the shields around him at this time minimized the possibility of him being hit by an arrow.

However, in just a moment, two guards fell beside him, one was a descendant of Walder Frey, but because there were so many people in the Frey family, Robb did not match his name with the person.

The other is Dalynn Horwood, the heir of the Horwood family, and the only descendant of Earl Horwood.

"Fight for the young wolf lord!" Amidst the shouts, the third batch of arrows arrived again.

withstood three rounds of arrow rain, and each of the surviving cavalry shields had more or less a few arrows inserted into them, which showed the danger.

By the time Robb had seen the leader of the group of cavalry from the west, the light cavalry had replaced their longbows with crossbows, and in a burst of strings and releases, the heavy cavalry in the north fell again.

Robb heard the tragic neighing of Jon's mount beside him, and when he looked around, Jon Jon Jon was desperately lifting the reins, but the horse under his crotch staggered and ran a few steps, and still couldn't control it and fell headlong.

Little Jon, who was covered in iron armor, made a violent collision sound after landing on the ground, and the person rolled like a stone many times before stopping.

......

"Prepare for battle!" shouted as if he hadn't seen his son's condition, holding his ugly greatsword aloft.

Harris spear in hand led the charge, and he was not angry that Jones had not only robbed him of the championship before, but also robbed him of the glory that should have belonged—the capture of the kingkiller.

So this time, after gritting his teeth and resisting four rounds of arrows, he raised his spear and rushed straight at the commander of the enemy's army.

The gray armored giant rushing on the opposite side was very large, much wider than the largest man he had ever seen, little Jon, and the giant sword held high by both hands made him feel as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

It didn't matter, though, as Harris banished the clutter of thoughts from his mind.

"This should be the Magic Mountain, since Jones is famous for stepping on this guy, I can too. ”

He straightened the end of his spear and stared at the head of the Demon Mountain.

As the two approached, Harris noticed that the Magic Mountain was slashing spears from above.

"Stupid," Harris thought.

But then, he felt a huge force pressing down the body of the spear, and then the opponent's giant sword actually cut off the head of the spear and continued to slash downward.

Harris's crotch didn't even make a wail, and the horse's head was split in half from the middle.

"It's ice!"

When Harris was tossed off his horse, he remembered that the greatsword used by the Magic Mountain was the ancestral sword of the Stark family, a greatsword forged from the magical Valyrian steel, the Ice Ice.