The sun is like fire, just like Samwell's heart at this time.

He had already put on a full set of armor, held a riding spear, carried a giant sword [Broken Heart], and rode a white horse at the front of the queue, and behind him were more than 700 heavily armed cavalrymen.

They stood on the ridge like steel sculptures, waiting for the order to attack.

The dry hot wind could not shake them in the slightest, and could only blow the flags to the hunt.

Under the scorching sun of Dorne, the steel armor quickly became hot.

But the group of riverbend knights still did not have the slightest impatience or impatience.

Samwell couldn't help but reach out and touch the giant sword [Broken Heart] behind him.

The Valyrian steel sword, which had been passed down by the Tully family for five hundred years, was exuding an icy chill that slightly relieved the heat at the moment.

About half a year ago, Margaery "The Rose of the High Court" used this greatsword to canonize him as a knight.

The scene at that time is still vivid.

Earl Landau had also said that he was not even qualified to touch the hilt of the [Broken Heart] sword, but now, he handed the sword to Samwell himself, and let him wield it to lead the family knights into battle.

It's a wonderful thing to predict.

Woo –

A low horn interrupted Samwell's thoughts.

He followed the prestige, and saw that the army led by the Count of Landau had been slaughtered from the rear of the Dorn.

At the same time, the defenders of the dock, who had received the signal, also began a counteroffensive.

Samwell's breathing quickened.

But he forced his impulse to resist and told himself—

The time has not yet come.

……

"What's going on?"

"How did the Riverbends come from behind us?"

"I should have landed from the upper reaches of the Turbulent River and killed it!"

"What about the Sentinels? The bastards of the Ellenwood family didn't even notice at all? ”

……

There was a lot of confusion and commotion in the Dorne army.

And among them, the most ugly faces are the knights of Gao Yin City.

Of course, they knew that there were not many shoals in the upper reaches of the Turbulent River that could be landed, and the only place that could transport such an army of several thousand people in a short period of time was the dock of Gaoyin City.

But if the people of Hewan really landed from the dock of Gaoyin City, then Gaoyin City ......

"Dark Star" Geralt Dane was bruised at this time, and he couldn't wait to fly back to his hometown immediately.

"It's all quiet!"

Princess Aliane loudly stopped the commotion of her subordinates, her gaze quickly swept over the faces of the knights, and she said in a deep voice, "What are you afraid of! Since the people of Hewan dare to come out from behind the fence, then we will teach them a good lesson! ”

"Not bad! We still have an advantage in troops! The people of Hewan do not have the protection of the fence, how can they beat us! ”

"Yes, go head-to-head with them!"

"We're not going to lose!"

Seeing that everyone's fighting spirit was aroused again, Princess Aliane secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Due to the suddenness of the Riverbend, it was too late for Dorne's side to calmly change formations, but she still assigned the combat mission as quickly as possible, and then said:

"Warriors of Dorne, today is the time for us to show our valor to the Seven Gods! I will beat the drum for you myself until triumph! ”

With that, the princess of Dorne turned her head and ran towards the high slope behind her.

There, the Dorne snare drum is located.

"For Her Royal Highness!"

"For Dorne!"

"For glory!"

……

The drums of war rumbled, and it seemed to slam into everyone's hearts all at once.

Samwell looked at the official handover of the two armies, like two distinct rivers suddenly colliding, rolling up blood-red waves.

The time has come!

He took a deep breath and gently pinched the horse's belly.

The horse slowly moved forward and began to trot.

Seven hundred cavalry followed closely.

Crossing the ridge, the bend cavalry descended the gentle slope, but not very fast.

Because the distance is still too far at this time, speeding up too early will only drain the physical strength of the war horse.

Entering the relatively gentle wasteland, the Dorn's military formation was clearly visible.

The cold murderous aura was like substance, permeating and converging in the sky above this riverbend cavalry.

Samwell lowered his helmet visor and leveled his rifle, leaning forward slightly.

The battle-hardened war horse under him immediately understood his master's intentions and began to speed up slowly.

The seven hundred cavalry behind him also made the same move in unison.

The sound of horses' hooves grew louder and louder, until it exploded in the wasteland like thunder on the ground!

The earth also began to tremble, like a small earthquake.

The sand and gravel were pounding, the weeds were trembling and clinging to each other, and even the sun in the sky seemed to be frightened and hid behind the clouds.

Such a terrifying momentum has finally caught the attention of the Dorn.

But at this moment, it is too late.

The riverbend cavalry had accelerated to the limit, and the distance of a few hundred yards was instantaneous.

They are like a sharp arrow off the string, and they are heading for the right flank of the Dorne army, straight through!

Forward.

Sam Will silently recited his father's teachings, banishing all distractions from his mind.

Dorne's cavalry finally reacted, and with the help of several knights, they tried to protect the right flank of the army.

But they have lost the opportunity, not only did they not gather enough numbers, they did not have a formation to speak of, and more importantly, they did not have the time and space to accelerate.

And speed is everything to cavalry.

Rumble!

The first wave of collisions finally happened.

It was a hastily assembled group of Dorne cavalry.

Heroic and fearless, they tried to hold back the Bend Cavalry, which had completed their acceleration, in order to give the infantry in the rear more time to line up.

However, their end was destined to be tragic.

Samwell slammed into the Dorne Knight in front of him, hot blood spilling onto his armor, as if draped him in a bright gauze.

His speed did not diminish in the slightest.

Forward.

Like a group of fast-moving steel monsters, the Seven Hundred Riverbend Cavalry unleashed a whirlwind of death across the wasteland and swept towards the right flank of the Dorne Army.

Under the hoarse orders of the officers of Dorne, a hastily assembled group of infantry battled majestically, holding oak shields and spears, trying to hold off the dreaded riverbend cavalry.

But their faces all showed despair and fear.

In the face of the charge of the ironclad cavalry, no one could remain calm and firm.

Thundered!

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves has become the only sound in this world.

The thud slammed into the hearts of every Dorne soldier, terrifying them, making them tremble, making them want to turn around and run away desperately.

However, can you escape?

Samwell could clearly see the panic on his enemy's face, and he took a deep breath, then held his breath, ready for the clash of iron and blood.

Forward.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

With a loud bang, the Bend Knights in the front row had already slammed into the hastily erected shield wall of the Dorn.

In an instant, under this terrifying impact, countless Dorne soldiers seemed to become light puppet dolls, spurting blood and flying out.

The defense line on the right flank of the Dorne army was as thin as a layer of paper in the face of the onslaught of the riverbend cavalry, and a hideous crack was torn open in an instant, and countless terrifying and ferocious steel monsters rushed in with impunity.

Forward.

Samwell's eyes were already blood-red, and his nose was full of rust, and even the riding gun had been broken.

But he won't stop.

Throwing away the broken riding gun, Samwell pulled out the [Broken Heart] behind him and swung it vigorously.

This greatsword made of Valyrian steel is unmatchedly sharp, and combined with the high-speed impact of the warhorse and the terrifying force of Samwell himself, it can easily tear apart any sword, armor, or shield.

And, of course, flesh and bones.

Forward.

After breaking through the defensive line, the Bend Cavalry, under the leadership of Samwell, pierced into the butter like a red-hot blade, piercing deep into the heart of the Dorne army without hindrance, and continued to rush deeper!

Anything that stands in the way of the iron hoof will be completely crushed!

Forward!

Everywhere he went, there was a bloody storm, leaving wreckage all over the ground.

Samwell's arms were numb, and his helmet visor was stained with too much blood to blur his vision.

But he still kept his mission in mind -

Forward!!!

(End of chapter)