Big Jon's favorite thing to say lately is 'poke Tywin's old lion in the eye,' and it's going to be his talk.

Jones had heard such foul words from Great Jon many times in meetings between Robb and the Earls.

It wasn't until today, when he saw it with his own eyes, that he knew that Big Jon wasn't joking.

Great Jon sat on the ground, his sword clenched in both hands, and stabbed into the crotch of the staggering and retreating Demon Mountain.

"Hahaha......"

In the center of the battlefield, the earth-shattering laughter of Great Jon could be heard.

"Ahh

Apparently, Big Jon didn't hit the mark.

Rather, it stabbed something more important.

"Whoa!" the mountain roared with bloodshot face, and slashed at the head of Great Jon with a wave of resentment.

There was another violent clash of metal, and Jones, who had just turned his horse's head, met it again.

Wow, the Magic Mountain was knocked back a few more steps.

Luckily, this time it was in a direction away from Big Jon.

The magic mountain was scared, and now every time he moved, he felt that the roots of men were rotten even more.

He was familiar with what it felt like to be slashed, stabbed, hammered, but he had never experienced what it was like to be hurt here, so he was afraid.

"Retreat!"

Demon Mountain screamed loudly, he didn't care if he would be hanged by Duke Tywin if he went back like this, he just wanted to escape now and take a good look at his injuries.

He didn't want to be a eunuch like Varys, who wore powder and perfume every day.

Seeing Jones's sword attacking again, the demon mountain gritted his teeth and blocked with his tree-thick left arm, while stabbing the ice at the unarmored part of Jones's horse.

Two blood rays appeared almost at the same time, the war horse let out a terrible neigh, and the demon mountain also let out a heaven-shattering roar.

The black sword slashed through the gray armor of the Demon Mountain, slicing half a finger deep into his left arm, down to the bone.

At the same time, Jones's horse was also pierced by the ice and fell headlong.

At this time, the Count of Charlotte rushed over covered in blood and shouted with the magic mountain, "Go quickly, it's completely over!"

Just now, Earl Karstark and Blackfish also led the heavy cavalry to kill them, and the westerners have completely dispersed.

The Devil Mountain did not speak coldly, and when the Count of Chariot approached, he pulled him off his horse.

Generally, the war horses of the counts are taller and better, and the magic mountain's own war horse was shot down by Theon Greyjoy, so he was ruthless and dragged the unsuspecting Count of Chariot off his horse and went up himself.

Moshan stood on the stirrup with both feet, supported the horse's back with one hand, lifted his buttocks, and drove the horse away with great difficulty.

"Retreat, retreat!" Demon Mountain shouted loudly as he single-handedly slashed a blocking cavalryman.

Gradually, the remaining cavalry from the west gathered to break through, and the magic mountain stood on the stirrup and desperately waved the ice, cooperating with the strong crossbows of the light cavalry, and carved out a passage alive.

When Jones felt the horse under his crotch falling, he quickly shook off the stirrup and broke free from the frantic black horse.

As soon as he got up, he heard Robb shouting loudly, "Don't let the magic mountain escape, the ice is still in his hands"

"Hurry up and protect the young wolf master. Great Jon, who was sitting on the ground, shouted at him as well.

Jones had no choice but to immediately find a suitable war horse to replace his dark horse.

Although there are many horses in the middle of the battlefield that have died of their masters, most of them are the horses of the knights who rushed to the front. Jones glanced at it for a few moments before picking out a barely usable one.

......

When the light cavalry from the west came, there were more than 4,000 people, and when they fled, only about 500 were gathered.

The northern frontier only lost about 600 heavy cavalry, and most of them were lost when Robb charged and the western cavalry shot arrows towards the center of the battlefield, and there were almost no deaths when they actually fought.

You can imagine how terrifying the combat power of this group of heavy cavalry in the north is.

The banner of the golden lion was long gone, trampled by the horse's hooves I don't know how many times, and it was completely mixed with the earth and blood.

Not only were the banners lost, but many of the cavalry in the west even threw away their weapons and the only cuirass on their bodies, leaving only a round shield to block a small number of arrows flying in.

This really worked, and the distance between the remnants of the western army and the pursuers in the north gradually widened.

It's noon, the sun is hanging overhead, and although summer is over, winter is still not coming.

The wheezing of more than 5,000 northern war horses became thicker and thicker, and the sound of horses' hooves became heavier and heavier, and even the formation was already chaotic.

They had already marched in a hurry when they chased the monarch before, and after two major battles in a row, these heavily armed horses were already exhausted.

......

The banner of the Icewolf on a white background continued to flutter in the wind in front of the army.

"Robb, you can't chase anymore. Blackfish Brynden Tully drove his horse to the front and said.

Seeing Robb's hesitation, Blackfish continued, "The warriors in the north are indeed brave, but the war horses can't hold it anymore, and we have to hurry up to rescue your uncle, if you are really sent to the west, it will be troublesome." ”

After hearing this, Robb replied with some resentment, "Ice is our Stark's clan sword, and we can't just let the enemy take it away. ”

Blackfish was silent for a while and said, "An army of more than 5,000 can't chase after a few hundred people, we have more important things to do, let's divide the troops." ”

"Who to send?"

"Clegane nemesis, of course. Blackfish replied with a serious face, Jones's various titles had spread among the rivers, and he couldn't even do if he didn't want to know.

Robb thought about it and really had to go to Jones, even at this moment he still had lingering fears about the ferocity of the Magic Mountain, and it was unbelievable that Jones had forced him back several times.

"So be it," Robb nodded in agreement.

The quick, short sound of the horn sounded again, but this time it was the horn blown by the Blackfish, and the Great Jon and the wounded should still be in place to treat their wounds.

As soon as the trumpet sounded, the commanders of Jones and Earl Karstark immediately drove forward.

"Jones, I want you to chase down the Magic Mountain, and you must bring the ice back. Robb said with a grim face.

"No problem, Clegane is badly wounded, the Westside cavalry are out of arrows, they're just a fast elk now. Jones immediately replied, he was also very unhappy about the magic mountain escaping again, this guy's vitality is too tenacious,

And he was also very interested in the cold ice, just after a short confrontation, the blade of the tungsten steel heavy sword was cut out of two deep serrations, which was really terrifying.

If he didn't take advantage of Klegane's serious injuries this time, he wouldn't be sure that he would be able to win the icy Magic Mountain next time.

......

"Hmph, let him pick up a bargain again. Looking at the distant backs of Jones's team, Theon Greyjoy said sarcastically.

However, Stevren Frey just fell a little badly and didn't catch up, so no one took his words.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Theon continued in a flirtatious tone, "I just shot the Demon Mountain off the horse with one arrow, and next time I will definitely shoot it in Tywin's face." ”

There is no doubt that it can be known from his frivolous tone that it is the meaning of the man's action.

Unfortunately, Big Jon wasn't around, and no one followed him up and said, 'Don't forget to poke your eyes.'"

Suddenly, Theon Greyjoy's heart felt empty again, "I'm a proton after all." ”

......

The northern army forked like a river, and a small part of it pursued in the direction of the Trident River, while most of the cavalry led by Robb turned around and drove southwest.

......

The morning sun rises over the horizon again, and pale red fingers reach out from afar, smearing one side of the sky into a beautiful red.

Trident River, tributary of the Green Fork River.

More than 30,000 people fought here, completely staining the river with blood red, and the howls resounded in the sky, even compared with those famous battles in history, it is still extremely rare to see such a large number of people participating in a battle.

Luce Bolton, Lord of the Dreadbook, takes Stark's Icewolf banner and his Skinner's banner south along the Green Fork.

The Frey family contributed more than 3,000 archers and all the food needed for the march, as well as more than a dozen descendants of Wade Frey.

Combined with the summons along the Green Fork River south, the total number of troops under Luce Bolton now stands at 16,000.

The patrol knights under Tywin's command detected the northern army preparing for a sneak attack in advance, and when Duke Tywin knew about it, he hurriedly gathered the remaining more than 6,000 cavalry and more than 10,000 infantry under his command. The armies of both sides were almost identical in number.

The battle that could decide the future of Westeros began in a hurry.