"My lord, can you let me charge after you?"

The squire, Noah Rowan, looked at Samwell with longing eyes.

"Yes." Samwell didn't refuse, "Follow me, don't run around." ”

"Yes, sir!"

Looking at Cleopat, who wanted to follow, Samwell shook his head and refused, motioning for the white dragon to stay where he was.

It's not big enough to help much, it can't fly high in the jungle, and if it gets wounded by a crossbow arrow, Samwell will die of distress.

At this time, the battle at the end of the army formation became more and more intense, and the people of the Stormland suddenly erupted into a terrifying shouting of killing as if they had gone crazy.

Samwell looked up and saw several banners of different styles appear behind him, apparently the nobles of the Stormlands appeared.

He recognized the banners of the Selmys, the Fel, the Ponros, and the Bukele, all of the great families of the northern part of the Stormlands.

Sure enough, as Count Landau had predicted, the enemy had already taken the bait.

Samwell hurriedly put on his helmet and rode forward, ready to meet the enemy.

At this time, under the frantic attack of the Stormlanders, the casualties of the Hewan people increased sharply, and the tail position had obviously been shaken, and the rotation of the army formation was out of control.

At this time, the military judge had to come forward to supervise the battle, and even execute some wavering people on the spot in order to rectify military discipline.

But generally when this happens, military discipline will only slide in a more chaotic direction.

This really can't be blamed on the fact that the soldiers of the river bend in the tail position are not firm enough, they have suffered too heavy losses.

What's even more aggrieved is that because of Count Landau's strict orders and the continuous advance of the large army, they can't organize an effective counterattack at all, and can only be beaten passively, and they are holding their breath at this time.

And at this moment, the banner of the Stormland nobles on the opposite side suddenly pressed over quickly, and in the dull sound of the horn, those stormland cavalry also swarmed and launched a general attack on the riverbend army formation.

Seeing this, Count Landau immediately ordered the whole army to stop advancing and sounded the horn of a counteroffensive.

At this moment, the war finally entered the stage of decisive battle.

When Samwell received the signal, he decisively led his cavalry to charge back, swarming out of the gaps in the infantry array and launching an all-out counterattack against the Stormlanders.

In the face of the counterattack of the Hewan people, the Stormlanders who had already killed the red-eyed people chose to meet it head-on.

Two torrents of steel crashed together in the forest.

On the battlefield, there are many factors that determine victory or defeat, such as the commander's strategy, the knight's command, the soldier's courage and will, and even some miraculous small probability events, such as the sudden loss of the front hooves of the war horse.

But in the end, when the two sides collide head-on, the real competition is still such as equipment, weapons, and the quality of soldiers...... These are the things that really embody hard power.

And it just so happened that the army of the river bend at this time was significantly stronger than the army of the storm land in this aspect.

So after a collision between the two sides without any fancy, it was the river bay that finally had the upper hand.

What's more, there is Samwell, the god of killing, when the giant sword [Dawn] is unsheathed and slashed out, the scorching sword light is like the dawn of dawn, dissolving and dispersing everything in front of him.

Whether it was steel armor, or bones and flesh, or tall trees, they were all cut off and burned with a single sword.

The blow of this terrifying force, which does not belong to the mortal world, is terrible for the enemy, especially psychologically.

"The legend of the Heavenly City is true......" Sir Quinta Bukele looked at the terrifying knight who looked like a demon god, and his heart was instantly filled with fear and panic.

When he heard that Caesar of Hawksbill Island had killed four white knights with a sword, he didn't believe it, he only thought it was an exaggerated rumor.

But what he saw with his own eyes at the moment made him have to believe it.

How can you fight such an enemy?

"There's no way he can swing his sword all the time!" Earl Heywood Fell spoke firmly, his eyes fixed on the Knight of the River Band who had plunged the battlefield into a sea of blood and fire.

Samwell hadn't swung the greatsword anymore.

Because it's not needed anymore.

The might of the three swords had already scared the Stormlanders out of fear, and they were hiding from Samwell like a god of death, and no one dared to test the power of the greatsword again.

Samwell looked at the no-man's-land-like passage that appeared in front of him, and no longer wielded the greatsword, the tip of the sword drooped, and the fire on the sword dimmed.

This scene gave Earl Heywood Fell courage, and he decided to fight it.

He's going to have to fight for it, too.

After all, further on, it is the Fall Wood City of the Fall family, and the others still have a way out, but he has no more.

"There's no way he can swing his sword all the time!" Earl Heywood Fell repeated, not knowing whether he was trying to convince himself or his companions.

Count Astan Selmy had actually retreated.

Judging from the reaction of the people in the river, the other party should have been prepared, and even this flaw in the tail is likely to be a trap deliberately left by Randolph Tully.

But at this time, he did not dare to give the order to withdraw the troops.

With this retreat, the people of Hewan are afraid that they will be able to leave the Royal Forest tomorrow.

Beyond the Imperial Forest, his army alone would no longer be able to hinder the enemy, and if the Rivermen intercepted the king's army before it entered the Bronze Gate, they would have no chance of winning the war.

The whole northern part of the stormlands will fall into the hands of the Rivermen.

Thinking of this, Count Astan gritted his teeth and said, "Count Heywood is right, that Viscount of Eagle's Beak Island is probably exhausted. Everyone, rush in with me! ”

With that, he rushed out first.

Earl Heywood Fell immediately followed, and the knights and soldiers behind him followed suit, rushing forward with a tragic aura.

Samwell had already broken through the enemy line at this time, and the Stormlanders' attack was about to collapse, but he heard the horn sound again, and the Stormlanders were actually pressed down, and it seemed that they were ready to give it a go.

The enemy was menacing, but Samwell was not surprised.

He turned his head to his brother, who was following behind him, and asked:

"Can you keep rushing?"

"Of course!" Deacon nodded without hesitation.

It's just that the red-gold light flashing in his eyes makes Samwell frown slightly.

But at this time, he didn't care about this, and immediately raised [Dawn] above his head, and the fire was rekindled, like a torch guiding the way, and said:

"Everyone, follow me!"

With that, he turned his horse's head and rushed towards the Crown Stag banner held aloft by the Stormlanders.

Count Astan watched the giant sword in the Viscount of Eagle's Beak Island burn again, and the luck in his heart receded like a tide.

But at this moment, it was impossible for him to retreat.

Only forward.

He is the nephew of the famous White Knight "Fearless" Barristan Selmy, how can he retreat from the battle.

Count Astan held his breath and leveled his spear, remembering in his mind what his uncle had said to him—

"There is nothing more terrible in the world than war, nothing is more glorious than war, nothing is more absurd than war, but in the same way, there is nothing more suitable for being a knight than war."

Passing through the woods, Count Astan could already see the bronze armor of the Knight of the Bend opposite, the strange runes carved on it, and the flaming greatsword.

The greatsword slashed out, and Count Astan's vision was already blood-red.

The Lord of the Harvest Hall closed his stinging eyes and wondered if his uncle had the same thought when he was on the banks of the Trident River.

War is the best destination for knights.

The flames roared out, completely engulfing the Brass Buckle Banner on a blue background of the Selmy family.

Samwell didn't stop and rode on.

All his mental attributes were converted into power, and his mind began to freeze, and his slashing movements were almost entirely instinctive.

Under his leadership, the Hewan cavalry was invincible and unstoppable.

For a time, flesh and blood flew sideways, fires were shining, and human lives were like paper.

The Stormlands army is finally starting to crumble.

The first to evacuate was Ser Quinta Bukele of the Bronze Gate, who, when he saw Count Astan Selmy slain with a sword, turned his horse's head and fled.

As soon as he left, the army of Bronze Gate City immediately lost its discipline.

What followed was an avalanche-like chain reaction.

Soon, the entire Stormlands military formation began to shake and collapse, and countless people turned around and ran into the depths of the jungle.

At this time, the army of Hewan under the command of Count Landau had begun to surround it, ready to completely eat the largest army of the Storm Land behind them.

Samwell had stopped his horse and stood on the edge of the battlefield, surrounded by a circle of bloody riverbend cavalry.

"Master Caesar, do you want to pursue?" A knight of the House of Tully asked excitedly.

"No, you don't." Samwell withdrew his greatsword back into its scabbard, his body almost out of strength.

At about the same moment, Count Landau gave the order to withdraw his troops.

Only then did the red-eyed soldiers of Hewan wake up from the bloody and senseless pursuit and began to move closer to the main army.

After a brief cleanup of the battlefield, Count Landau did not stop long and ordered to move on.

After another day of marching, this Hewan North Route Army finally walked out of the imperial forest.

A short distance south of this place is the Rockwood Castle built on the mountain, and to the north you can reach the Bronze Gate City, the pivotal fortress in the northern part of the Stormlands.

Guarding the King's Road, the castle is the northern gateway to Storm's End, and the gateway to the castles in the northeast of the Stormlands, such as the Hay Hall and the Harvest Hall.

According to the information Samwell got before, at this moment, the more than 50,000 troops led by the king are heading south towards Bronze Gate City, if this army is allowed to enter Bronze Gate City smoothly, then this fortress will probably have to pay a very heavy price if it wants to attack it smoothly.

According to the previously agreed plan, after leaving the Royal Forest, Earl Landau led the main force of infantry and heavy grain and grass to the north towards Bronze Gate City, while Samwell led the river bend cavalry with a total of more than 4,000 people to take the first step, in order to intercept the southbound royal army before it entered Bronze Gate City.

Or even crushed.

After a brief goodbye, Samwell roared north with 4,000 horsemen, all the way with smoke and dust, and horses' hooves rolling.

The white dragon Cleopatra finally broke free from the jungle and soared above the cavalry, hissing with excitement.

(End of chapter)