Before King Robert died, Lady Caitlyn captured the unsuspecting Tywin's son, Tyrion the Imp, and imprisoned her sister, Arryn Valley, where she planned to execute the Lannister who wanted to kill her son Bran.

However, due to the stupidity and arrogance of Lady Caitlin's sister, the execution turned into a joust, and the imp successfully turned the tables with the help of the mercenary Bron, won the contest, and left the Arryn Valley.

However, the route he was arranged to leave was through the Bright Moon Mountain Range, which was originally a mortal situation, because the people of the Gaoshan clan would not let go of the 'fat sheep', but the little devil's 'mouth cannon' was far stronger than Jones Amber, who had the same experience, and he persuaded nearly three hundred people from the Stone Crow Division, the Black Ear Division, and the Moon People Department to escort him without showing any force.

Originally, the Scorching Ministry would have been among them, but their war leader, Tiem the Red Hand, had already followed Jones Amber, so they were absent from the hire.

Regardless, the little devil eventually led a new army towards the Trident River. The warriors of the Gaoshan clan totaled nearly three thousand, and Gunthor, the son of Gunn of the Stone Crow Clan, was also gathering more tribal warriors to participate at this moment.

Lady Caitling, who was supposed to take the Arryn Vale army to support Riverrun, did not borrow a single soldier, so she had to take her uncle 'Blackfish' Brindon Tully to Carlin Bay alone.

The six-on-one Jones thought was impossible, and the knights of Arryn Valley would obviously not join Robb's army.

And Jones also met his staunchest 'followers' at this time.

......

Blue Fork River.

The sunset is like a red satin scattered in the sky, rendering the river surface vividly.

Jones was blowing the breeze, looking at the pristine countryside, eating jerky, and feeding his beloved horses, which should have been a quiet and happy moment, but all the excitement was broken by the cavalry on the other side.

"This group of cavalry is not as numerous as us, how dare they be so arrogant. Rona Stwe asked, puzzled, "We were slow along the way, they were slow, we were fast, they were fast, and now we stopped, and they stopped." ”

"It's just that I'm almost angry, but across the Blue Fork River, I can't hit them. Percy grumbled as he bit down his jerky.

"The people on the other side of the river are suspicious," said Sir Clive with a laugh, "and indeed the further they go, the closer and more dangerous they are to Riverrun. Unless they're crazy, they'll keep following. Maybe after a while, when they find that they still can't find the bridge, they will retreat. ”

"Damn, who does he think he is, chase him if he wants, retreat if he wants to?" Percy continued to complain, "If they retreat, we'll chase after us as soon as we get around the river." ”

After hearing Percy's thoughts, Ser Carter shook his head, "Our purpose is to go to Riverrun as soon as possible, not to hunt down this cavalry that doesn't even have a banner. ”

"Sir Carter is right," Jones nodded, "we have very few in number, and only in the defense of the city can we maximize the strength of the northern cavalry, and when the time comes, we can take one as ten, or even more." ”

However, the 'firmness' of the cavalry on the other side exceeded everyone's expectations, and they accompanied Jones to watch the sunset and usher in the night together.

Luckily, they shouldn't have to watch the sunrise together.

......

The moonlight was bright, and the solemn intent on both sides of the strait was getting stronger and stronger, and even the horses felt this atmosphere, and the sound of horses' hooves was a little dull.

The battle intent in the eyes of the cavalry in the north seems to have turned into reality, and they want to make these guys on the other side of the river realize the horror of the wolves tonight.

And the anger of the 'Magic Mountain' has also accumulated to the highest point, tearing apart the prey that he has been chasing for a day, and he can't wait.

"Long live Winterfell!"

"Long live Stark!"

"Long live Kaiyan City!"

"Long live the Lannister!"

Before the end of the Blue Fork River, the battle had already broken out, and the water level here was shallow just above the horse's knee, and Jones and the 'Magic Mountain' began to turn with their cavalry almost at the same time, charging at each other.

The shouts of the cavalry pierced the quiet night, and the fierce horses, which had been suppressed, trampled heavily on the water, as if they were also released at this moment.

Jones rushed to the front, as always, and he saw the behemoth in the lead, holding a huge shield in one hand, a long two-handed sword in the other, and a huge gray flat-topped helmet on his head.

Close, close.

"Fury" was already on, and Jones swung his heavy sword and whistled in a ferocious arc.

There was a "ding" sound, and sparks flew up.

The huge force of the rebound pushed both of their swords back.

"Come again!"

The heavy sword slashed through the air, and the slash came again without any fancy slash.

The sound of "ding", "ding" and "ding" metal collision sounded briefly and rapidly, like a gorgeous music.

At this moment of the charge, the two had already slashed seven or eight swords, and at the last time, Jones tightly clamped the stepping horse, and for the first time slashed at each other fiercely with both heavy swords.

With a thud, sawdust flew everywhere, and Jones's heavy sword slashed deep into the tight oak shield.

With a flash of silver light, Jones struggled to draw his sword from his shield, but was still a step too late.

The other's sword slashed fiercely across his breastplate, and a spark lit up, accompanied by a piercing metal screech.

However, Jones's tungsten armor was thick and hard, and with the addition of a swarthy color, no trace of the long sword could be found.

The two men tightened their reins at the same time and turned their horses' heads around for another confrontation.

At this time, the cavalry behind him had arrived, and the position of the two seemed to have become a dividing line, and the two cavalry units collided fiercely.

Crashes, screams, roars, and the music of death begins to compose.

Ti Mei's sharp knife, glowing in the moonlight, quickly and delicately slashed through the cavalryman's neck armor, blood splattered his face, and he licked it excitedly, it was really delicious.

"Ahh

Percy excitedly smashed the enemy off his horse with his hammer, and didn't care if he was killed or not, because his next enemy had already arrived.

......

Without the slightest hesitation, Jones and 'Magic Mountain' pounced on their opponents again.

The sound of clanging collisions sounded again.

Jones's tireless onslaught, his opponent's longsword had been cut deep by him, and cracks had appeared in the thick oak shield.

However, the opponent is also superb in swordsmanship, with the cooperation of a sword and a shield, he can always find the opportunity to counterattack, at the beginning of the attack was the breastplate, and then he has touched Jones's elbow, he can only fight a little more safely, so as not to be pierced through the neck by the long sword.

Next, the two inevitably fell into a fierce battle.

The fighting of the surrounding cavalry had reached its peak, and the fallen men and horses had dyed the nearby waters red. Gradually, the shouts of the Northern cavalry overshadowed the Lannisters, and the strong combat power of the Northern cavalry was also reflected at this moment.