Jones advanced quickly in the Western Heavy Cavalry, but it all came at a cost.

In order to stop him, the cavalry of the Western Frontier launched a fierce charge against him in all directions.

The northern cavalry guards around him have changed batch after batch, and once someone falls, the northern cavalry that follows behind will immediately make up for it.

Such a rapid loss had never been seen in Jones's previous battles. This was very painful for him, but only in this way could he quickly approach the enemy's commander without worrying about flank and rear attacks.

Suddenly, the charging crowd heard the horn of the charge in the distance, and couldn't help shouting excitedly,

"Long live Winterfell!"

When Jones heard this, the black sword swung even harder.

"It's coming, it's coming. Jones told himself.

He could already hear Kaivon's anxious urging, and he could see him backing away.

However, the sound of horses' hooves, the footsteps of heavy infantry, and the rolling of wheels from the hills became more and more pronounced......

Boom, Duke Tywin appeared, defended by nearly three thousand shieldmen, spearmen, and archers, and nearly two thousand light cavalry.

Duke Tywin's face was completely obscured by a pure gold helmet and mask, and even the cloak was woven from thin gold threads, and in order to hang the golden silk cloak, two unique and vivid little lion hooks were placed on his shoulders.

His dark red enamel full-body armor stood out on a tall white horse, surrounded by everyone.

It's not just Duke Tywin's extravagant outfit that surprises, after all, he's rumored to be for gold.

But in front of the shield soldiers, there were rows of trebuchets, fire crossbows, car crossbows and other large weapons, more than two meters of fine iron arrows, red light flashed from time to time in the morning sun, which made people tremble to see.

These were all large weapons that had been used against Harrenhal, but now they were pushed here, and the direction was directed towards the army of Luce Bolton rushing in the distance.

"Put!"

A loud rumbling sound sounded, and the stones doused with black oil were ignited, like meteorites smashing into the army formation of new reinforcements in the north in the distance.

The wails of men, the sounds of fright, and the neighing of horses followed.

In just this round, although Luce Bolton's army could still charge forward, the formation had been disorganized.

"Put!"

Duke Tywin continued to order.

His voice did not hear any fluctuations, calmly and accurately estimating the distance between the two armies and the projection time.

The earth was hammered with a humming sound, and with each fall of flint, the Bolton army was completely divided into small pieces.

Then, the sound of strenuous and neat string pulling sounded, and the heartstrings seemed to be tightened, and the soldier operating the crossbow turned the wheel vigorously, and the thick string several meters long was pulled more than one person away.

Then there was a clang, and the spear-like arrows were placed in the ejection slot.

"Put!"

Order.

Thick arrows, with a whistling sound, shot at the front of Bolton's army.

The Northland rushed to the front of many riders, and the shouts turned into wails.

Many riders, shot by crossbows, with a 'poof' of arrows pierced through the breastplate, pierced through the chest, pierced through the dorsal armor, and in a terrible scream, were carried backwards from their horses by the arrows that came at great speed.

There are also many arrows that pierce the horses directly, nailing them directly to the ground.

The burning giant arrows also crossed the sky like red lines, constantly falling towards the crowd of reinforcements in the north.

......

Normally, these weapons are used to siege cities, but Duke Tywin brought too many from the west, and under the dense attack, the momentum of Rose Burton's army charging was directly stopped.

......

When Jones saw such a scene, he was extremely anxious and yelled, "Charge with me and capture Tywin alive!"

"Capture Tywin alive!"

"Capture Tywin alive!"

His cavalry also had the backbone of the heart, and roared loudly.

"As long as we take out Tywin, we can still win. Jones said loudly as he slashed.

Kevon Lannister was so intimidated by Jones's momentum that he turned his horse's head and ran towards his brother Duke Tywin with a few guards.

This gave Jones even more hope.

......

Suddenly, a long, low trumpet sounded like a cold wind from the north.

Bolton's army suddenly began to retreat, and not only did they retreat, but the clarion also told all the northern soldiers on the battlefield that it was time to retreat.

"How so?" the cold wind blew into Jones's heart, blowing away the fruits of his charge, and the good and comfortable life he had envisioned.

"There's definitely hope," he repeated in his heart, "just kill Tywin, and you'll be done." ”

"Keep charging," he yelled desperately, "trust in miracles!"

......

With roars and wails, Jones finally broke through the heavy cavalry line led by Kaivon.

The morning sun is no longer obscured by the red army of the West.

But the scene in front of him poured cold water on his newly ignited hope.

Jones saw Duke Tywin, dressed in a golden cloak and glazed red armor, sitting straight on horseback, facing him, and his golden helmet and visor made him even more superior.

The shieldmen and spearmen somehow reversed course, straddled between him and Duke Tywin

The shield wall stood tall, the cold spear tips protruding from the gaps, and the crossbow bolts were wound and ready to fire.

The rumbling of wheels and rolling continued, and crossbows and trebuchets were being pushed in front of the shieldmen, about to be aimed at the entire battlefield behind.

"I can't get by!" the scene in front of him told him a cold truth.

Jones gritted his teeth in hatred, finally accepted the reality, and roared hoarsely, "Retreat!"

He himself tightened the reins, turned his horse's head, turned a corner, and re-entered the heavy cavalry of the West.

That's the only way Tywin will throw a rat trap, and won't use large weapons like a crossbow or trebuchet.

......

With the fall of the war horse under her crotch, Daisy felt that she really wanted to be like the other female warriors on Bear Island, and this time she was afraid that she really wanted to stay here.

Just after Jones Amber crossed the Green Fork River, he led most of the enemy there, and he took the opportunity to rest for a while.

After that, Jones showed his might, killed the magic mountain, and planted his head on the flag, which made her excited, and her heart jumped fast.

It was as if she had seen a legendary hero, clad in black armor, trampling on the corpse of an enemy, slaying out of a book.

Later, when Jones led the cavalry to cut through the Western Army, she also took the opportunity to grab a war horse and kill it.

But after a while, the horn of retreat sounded, and even Jones herself shouted "retreat", and her horse was shot with a crossbow.

With the planting of the war horse, she also fell off a cliff in the dense enemy, completely losing hope.

"Still failed, but he should be able to escape. ”