Before, when Jones rushed into the battlefield, he only had the monarch killer in his eyes.

He was looking for a mount and preparing for battle when he learned that Toren and Eddard Karstark had died in battle, and that the first brothers to invite him to drink and like to talk to each other had died together.

Harrion Karstark searched for a long time to find Toruń's severed hand, and he trembled as he placed his arm beside his brother's pale corpse and sobbed under his breath.

Although the three brothers usually quarrel and quarrel, but when the two brothers couldn't open their mouths anymore, his heart was instantly filled with pain, suppressed crying, and his body couldn't stop trembling.

Harrion glanced at a huge black figure and said in a low voice, "Do you know? When Toren heard this, he giggled and walked away, as if he had defeated the Kingkiller. ”

Harion was silent for a moment, then continued, "I'd rather they hadn't stopped the kingkillers, I'd rather they weren't that brave, but it's a pity ......"

Jones remained silent and finally relieved in a somewhat hoarse voice, "It's their choice, and the people of the North will remember ......"

As he spoke, Jones stopped, for he didn't believe that the Toruń Brothers would be remembered by the Northerners. It may not take a single time for the sun to set and rise, and they will be forgotten by the vast majority.

"They still have Harrion and Earl Karstark to cry for, and I, if I die one day, there is no one in this world to cry for me," Jones thought suddenly.

......

"Go ahead," said Harion, gesturing to the assembled cavalry, "and there is still waiting for you over there." ”

Jones nodded, and walked away with some heaviness.

As he walked, he looked at the rising red sun, and suddenly grinned, "So I want to live well, and it's a big deal to have more babies in the future, and be a daddy with peace of mind." ”

......

"Well done, sir. As soon as the bald Percy saw Jones, he shouted loudly, so loudly that it was evident that he had deliberately made several other cavalry units listen to him.

Jones didn't take his words, the bald acting skills were too exaggerated.

"Everyone, get on the horse!" Jones yelled as he adjusted his thoughts.

Nearly a thousand warriors mounted their horses in unison, and the sound of armor rang out one after another.

Gradually, the horse's hooves roared, accompanied by a heartbeat, like the beating of a war drum.

Nearly 6,000 cavalry, like five black rivers, rushed together, led by Robb and his Icewolf, and his many guards.

The flags of the various families fluttered again, carrying their ancient glory to meet the next enemy.

......

At this time, Robb, who was at the forefront, was in doubt, he didn't understand what was wrong with his strategy. He discussed the whole plan with the counts over and over again.

The Frey family had been in a wait-and-see mode, and the Northern Realm and the Frey family were suddenly united. So by the time Tywin's side learned that he had been to Twin Rivers to Riverrun, the battle on his side should have been over long ago.

But now a cavalry corps suddenly appeared in the north, and it was apparently possible only to come from the Trident River.

Could it be that the Duke of Tywin could not have predicted?

Robb's heart grew heavier the more he thought about it.

......

As the horses galloped, Jones had time to observe how the people he knew were doing.

His cavalry team suffered few casualties, the shield wall was smashed open by him alone, and after he broke into it alone, the commander was handed over to the calm Sir Carter, and the rich war experience of the veterans who had been following Jones, in the end, the whole team lost less than a hundred.

Robb's side also suffered a lot of damage, probably because Big Jon crashed through the shield wall.

But when Jones saw that there were no 'weasels' with funny pointed helmets, he was upset.

Of course, he knew that he could only be unhappy in his heart, and he couldn't actually do anything. The Freys were now Robb's most important allies, and they had a large number of infantry to the North, so Jones had to restrain himself despite his previous conflicts with them.

However, Stevren Frey did not come to trouble him again, and after a few strange taunts from Stevren Frey in Riverrun, Tiem said in public, "If he hears the weasel's disturbing cry again, he will cut the weasel's neck at the first opportunity, and as for himself, it is a big deal to flee back to the Bright Moon Mountains." ’

From then on, the Freys family hid far away when they saw Jones and his gang, and the two sides were unharmed.

In fact, not only did Jones have to restrain himself, but even the Stark family bowed their heads in front of these 'weasels' and agreed to three of their terms: Arya Stark would marry Walder Frey's youngest son, one of the Frey's daughters would marry Robb and become the Stark family's wife, and Lady Catelyn would take two grandsons of the Marquis of Wader Frey as adopted sons.

No one can truly do what they want, not even the Starks have learned to compromise.

......

The Northern Army, the flag is fluttering.

The black dot on the opposite side became wider and wider, and the sound of horses' hooves became more and more distinct.

The Great Jon, who had been replaced with a warhorse, continued to gallop at the front of the line, and suddenly he turned to Robb and said, "It's the light cavalry of the West, at least four thousand. ”

"As long as their commanders are not dumber than horses, they will not collide with us, but will constantly harass and attack from a distance. These light cavalry from the west basically carried round shields, bows and arrows or crossbows, long swords or spears, and if we could not keep the handovers in hand, the heavy horses would be consumed alive by them. ”

Big Jon said with a rare seriousness.

Robb had also learned these theories, and after thinking for a while, he asked, "Are we going to divide our troops?"

"Yes, it is necessary to divide the troops, and the wolves will hunt, but the first wolf will be very dangerous, and it will be the young wolf master. Big Jon said with some concern.

"It's my honor to be a Commander," Robb said firmly.

Big Jon nodded and pulled out his horn.

The trumpet sounded, different from the wild and rapid last time, this time it was low and distant.

Gradually, the heavy cavalry in the north divided into five distinct teams, which scattered more and more, shooting in different directions.

......

The light cavalry of the West, a golden lion on a red background, roared in the wind.

The Earl and the Sir drove their horses to lead the troops, and the Earl of Charlotte glanced at the magic mountain next to him with some aw, no matter how you looked at it, it looked like a mountain. Although when it comes to territory, Gregor Clegane can't compare to himself, and when it comes to family, the other party is only a few generations. But when it comes to the battlefield, the status of the Magic Mountain is much higher than him.

The Mountain is the commander of Tywin's designated cavalry.

Clegan couldn't guess what the people around him were thinking, and now his heart was extremely anxious.

Based on Eddie Bamford's 'intelligence', Duke Tywin learns that the Frey family has secretly taken refuge in the North early. And Jaime suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Riverrun, so Tywin naturally won't let it go.

So he asked him to bring the most mobile light cavalry to support, and by the way, he brought back the head of the black knight who had ruined the great plan of the West, and Duke Tywin said that he would hang it on the robbery, so that everyone would know the fate of his hostility.

However, what Moshan didn't expect was that the northern army would come so quickly, and when he followed up with the traces of the northern heavy cavalry, the battle between Jaime and the northern people was over.

"Nothing will happen to Jaime," a chill rose in the heart of the mountain, Jaime Lannister was Tywin's sole heir.

"Whoever does it, must die!"

Otherwise, Duke Tywin will hang him.

Lions don't keep useless dogs.