As the Western Army began to retreat, Jones's hundreds of men let out earth-shattering cheers.

However, the next news is unbelievable.

Amud Tully went out of the city with the army of the Riverlands, ready to fight to the death with the army of the West on the plains in front of Riverrun.

......

"What the hell is this," Jones took off his helmet and slapped his cheek hard.

"The moat with the Blue Fork River is not used, the thick walls of Rushing City are not guarded, and it is really suffocating that Aimoud chose to go out of the city. Jones muttered.

"No matter how it happens, I'm afraid we're going to get ready to fight. Sir Carter whispered.

Jones took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his thoughts.

"Your Excellency Soros, I hope you will help me keep this guy at bay," Jones said, pointing to William Lannister and the red-robed monk, "if he wants to run, just cut off his leg." ”

The red-robed monk didn't want to go to war anymore, and Jones didn't force him, anyway, the Earl of Berry and his men would still join the battle.

After the blonde boy heard Jones's words, his legs involuntarily began to tremble, although he had not been in the 'wolf pack' for a long time, the black armor commander usually spoke softly and warmly, but this group of people was also unambiguous when they killed people.

After giving the trivial, Jones buckled his helmet and shouted loudly, "Everyone is ready to fight, as long as we win this battle, the North will be victorious, and the Riverland will succeed in revenge!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

The shouts of the crowd shook the sky and soared into the sky.

......

Jones led the crowd to gallop wildly, and his heart couldn't help but get nervous.

Unlike previous battles between hundreds of people, this time he will face more than 10,000 well-armed enemies, there are too many unknowns here, maybe he will be besieged and consumed, maybe he will accidentally be pierced in the eye by a flying arrow. In the ancient Greek mythology of the previous life, the invulnerable Achilles also had a heel saying.

However, even if he has a huge risk, it is impossible to escape. Originally, he didn't have the inheritance of the Amber family, and if he didn't accumulate his exploits in one battle after another, he would definitely be eaten to death by little Jon in the future.

He also wants to build his own castle and enjoy the rotten life of the aristocratic class.

Of course, the premise of all this is that the North wins this war, otherwise everything is really over, and with the great Jon now boasting that he is the 'first person to be loyal to the Young Wolf Lord', Duke Tywin will definitely not let them go when he reckons.

......

The sound of rumbling horses' hooves shook the earth, and with the men of Count Berry, nearly eight hundred cavalry rolled up a cloud of dust, like a galloping yellow dragon.

Jones rushed to the front of the line, as usual, and as his horse galloped, he saw the gray background of the plain undulating like a wave.

And they were getting closer and closer to the Western Legion, and they could already hear the battle already on the other side.

Jones's expected enemy cavalry did not show up, and a row of high-walled shields stood in front of them.

The infantry from the west watched the torrent rushing from afar, and couldn't help but hold their weapons tighter, and they could even hear the heavy breathing of their comrades.

"Shoot the arrows!" shouted the commander.

The longbow was raised high, and the strings were played in unison, and the dense array of arrows flew towards the rushing cavalry like a black rainstorm.

Like raindrops crashing on the surface of a lake, Jones's cavalry made a few ripples, accompanied by a few screams, and some fell from their horses, then were swallowed up by the torrent and never to be seen again.

Jones quickly swung his greatsword, trying to protect the dark horse under his crotch, colliding with the flying arrows, making a clanging sound.

There were even some fish that slipped through the net and landed on his arm, and the armor of the pure tungsten steel was so thick that it could not be easily shot through.

However, the sharp impact still made Jones's movements uncontrollable.

After three rounds of arrows and the loss of many of their companions, the cavalry finally approached.

"Array!" shouted the commander of the West, and then the wall of shieldmen quickly protruded outward, turning into a wedge from the direction facing Jones.

Jones was a few horses away from the shield soldier at the front when the spear quickly emerged from the gap between the shieldmen.

Looking at the cold tip of the spear, Jones pulled the reins sharply, and the black horse under his crotch roared, dodging the attacking spear.

"Boom!"

The black horse collided with the shield and made a loud roar, and the shield was also heavily tilted.

Then more crashing and the wailing of horses sounded, and the cavalry that followed him also collided heavily with the shield soldiers, and a large number of horses were pierced, and the unlucky cavalry directly hit the tip of the spear head-on, and was pierced through.

......

Jones swung his heavy sword hard, slashing off several spears in front of him that were about to retreat.

Then the tall black horse leaped with all his might, and squeezed into it with the heavily slanted shield that had been hit.

"Hurry up on top!" the Commander of the West howled anxiously.

The black sword shadow flashed, and the head of the soldier whose spear had just been cut off by Jones flew high, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

"Bang!" "Bang!" There were a few metal clashes, and Jones missed the spear that had stabbed again, and crossed the line of spearmen to the inside.

Then he began to kill back, and the spearmen were extremely difficult to turn.

After a while, Jones's location began to pour in more cavalry.

"Make it up, make it up!" shouted the Commander of the West.

But the gap that opened was not so easy to close, and the shield soldiers desperately moved closer to the middle, but in the end the gap was made bigger and bigger by the cavalry that rushed later.

After a while, more and more cavalry was gathered behind Jones, and the counterattack from the north began.

Looking at the ordinary infantry inside, Jones felt far less dangerous than the spearmen just now.

The infantrymen, armed with light round shields and short swords, flew out like broken dolls when they encountered Jones's heavy sword, either dead or maimed.

The battlefield in the rear, centered on Jones, seemed to appear as if a whirlpool had appeared, constantly devouring the lives of the infantry in the West.

......

The battlefield ahead.

The Kingkiller personally led the remaining more than 1,000 cavalry to fight against a total of 6,000 soldiers in the Riverlands.

"Capture the kingkiller and take revenge!" Amud roared, looking at the three thousand cavalry under his command far more than in the west, and his heart was full of hope.

"Revenge!"

"Long live Tully!"

"Long live Riverrun!"

The soldiers of the Riverlands shouted loudly.

To Amud's surprise, Jaime did not intercept them with shield soldiers, but instead chose to use a smaller cavalry to confront him.

Still, it's a good thing.

"After all, the monarch killer still has no shortage of courage to fight, of course, I don't lack either, I, Amud, want to end this war once and for all!"

The sound of horses' hooves roared as if to turn the earth over.

Nearly five thousand cavalry collided here.

On the battlefield, the monarch killer almost rushed to the front, his sword as fast as a white light, constantly reaping the lives of the cavalry in the river.

However, on the whole, the cavalry of the western frontier was still at a great disadvantage.

In a short period of fighting, the cavalry in the western realm has been killed by the cavalry led by Amud, and only a few hundred remain.

"It's going to win, it's going to win. Amoud thought excitedly.

The capture of the monarch alive is within reach.

At the same time, a total of nearly 5,000 shield soldiers and spearmen in the western territory quickly turned around the battlefield in front of them when the cavalry was fighting.

And Amoud was already fascinated by the rich bait of the monarch killer.

After a while,

The battlefield ahead had turned into hell, with stumps, dead bodies, fallen horses, blood staining it black, and all kinds of weapons covering an entire layer, making it difficult to even move.

"Catch him, catch him!" shouted Amud, and there were only a hundred king-killers and guards around him.

Victory is already in sight.

There was no panic on Jaime's face, but he jerked up the spur, and the white horse under his crotch suddenly accelerated and rushed out.

"Stop him!"

Amude's face changed and he shouted anxiously.

But the hundreds of remaining cavalry from the Western Realm in front of him stood in front of him, and in anxiety and helplessness, they watched the monarch killer rush out of the gap in the shield soldiers.

The neat, heavy steps of the shield men began to sound, and when Amud cut down the last cavalry from the West, he looked up and looked around like a cave of ice.

It turned out that before they knew it, they had been surrounded by shield soldiers.

The sound of the shields' uniform steps continued to sound, and the wall of shields shrank smaller and smaller.

"Get out!" Amud shouted.

It's a pity that there are too many dead bodies on the ground, and the circle is too small, and the war horse can't sprint at all.

Screams began to sound, and the spears that came out of the gaps in the shields, stabbing and retreating, kept reaping the lives of the soldiers in the riverlands, as easily as a farmer harvesting wheat.

In a few moments, the silver spear tips were all dyed blood-red, and the wall of shields shrunk and shrunk, leaving behind the corpses of the soldiers of the Riverlands with each shrinkage.

......

Jaime was not far away, listening to the wails of the soldiers in the Riverlands, and there was no joy or sorrow on his face.

Although he lost all his cavalry, it was worth it.