A large man in heavy armor jumped off the pontoon bridge with great agility.

The trout coat of arms on his chest indicates that he is from Riverrun, Riverlands.

Although Samwell had promised that the Riverlanders would not be required to participate in the battle, many Riverlands knights volunteered to fight.

Of course, Samwell will not refuse.

No sooner had the Knight of the Riverlands disembarked than an arrow grazed his face, sending out a bloody wound.

He just tilted his head, muttered, obediently closed the visor of his helmet, and then let out a beastly howl, and charged towards the enemy.

At this time, the Western Army was in an extremely bad situation.

Although they were outnumbered on the riverbank, Caesar's ride of the dragon into battle, and their haste as the vanguard and the lack of heavy equipment to threaten the dragon, allowed the white dragon to swoop down with impunity, using dragon fire to plow through the scorched death passages of the western army.

With the assistance of the dragon, although the southern army that crossed the river was not many, only a few hundred, it burst out with the momentum of thousands of troops and horses, desperately killing the enemy.

The two sides engaged in the most dangerous hand-to-hand combat on the river beach, poof, poof, full of swords and guns, enough to make people feel creepy.

Seeing this, Duke Tywin knew that he could not stop the southern army from crossing the river, so he immediately gave the order to withdraw his army, determined to wait for the arrival of the main army before fighting.

This decision cannot be said to be decisive, but sometimes, the withdrawal of troops is not something that can be withdrawn if you want to.

Samwell, in particular, rode the White Dragon to the rear of the Western Army, constantly spewing flames and blocking their way back.

Under the flanking attack, they heard the order to withdraw again, and the people of the Westland had no intention of fighting again, and they wanted to leave but were blocked by the dragon flame, and the army immediately fell into chaos.

At the same time, there were constantly soldiers of the southern army who came to the river beach on the north bank through the pontoon bridge, and after gaining a firm foothold, they held strong shields and spears and struggled forward, but the people of the west continued to retreat.

There were more and more southern troops crossing the river, hundreds, thousands, increasing every moment, and most of them were the most elite Innocents.

These warriors, who were born to kill, became especially terrifying when equipped with armor.

The twelve of them were a small team, like sharp knives inserted into the Western Frontier Army formation, constantly advancing forward, setting off bursts of bloody storms.

And the people of the Westlands are all they want to escape from this terrible place.

Cleopatra fell to the ground with a bang, and several Western cavalry couldn't dodge, and were crushed under the huge body of the white dragon, and in an instant, even the men and horses were crushed into pulp.

Huge wings flapped in the air, blowing up a scorching wind that kicked up endless clouds of smoke and ashes, forcing the surrounding Western cavalry to retreat.

Many horses were so frightened by the dragon's might that they stood up and knocked the cavalry behind them to the ground.

But there are still warriors among the people of the West who dare to stand up at critical moments.

While everyone was stunned by the dragon, a knight with a golden lion tattoo on his chest actually rode his horse and rushed towards the dragon.

The sound of horses' hooves was also clearly heard on the noisy battlefield, and the knight of the Western Realm was holding a riding spear, and the crimson cloak behind him was raised flatly, and the whole person was like a red lightning bolt, bursting out with an indomitable momentum.

Driven by this personal leader, dozens of cavalry from the Western Frontier also turned their horses' heads, shouted loudly, and began to charge towards the white dragon.

They are not as big as the white dragon when they are combined with men and horses, and the whole picture is like a group of rats rushing towards a giant elephant without knowing whether they are alive or dead.

Or like moths blindly swooping down on the flames.

But at least, they have the courage to charge at the dragon and challenge death.

Even as an enemy, Samwell was slightly moved when he saw such a picture.

Of course, this did not affect his order to issue a lethal attack on the white dragon in the slightest.

Cleopatra opened its mouth and let out a roar, followed by a magma-like spear of fire.

In an instant, more than a dozen cavalrymen were engulfed in flames, and screams and wails resounded across the riverbank.

However, there were still a few fish that slipped through the net and rushed out of the sea of fire, and their bodies were more or less ablaze, but they still held their spears and continued to charge at the white dragon.

One of the Western cavalrymen stepped through the blood and flames, and saw that he was getting closer and closer to the white dragon's belly, and it only took a few more breaths for him to plunge his spear into the milky white scale armor.

I believe that with the powerful inertia brought by the high-speed charge, the spear will definitely be able to pierce the belly of the white dragon!

Although his hair was already burning, and his armor was already clinging to his flesh under the scorching flames, he forcibly suppressed all the pain at this moment, leaving only one thought in his heart—

He's going to slay the dragon!

But at this moment, the white dragon's neck shook over like a giant python.

The jaws of blood grew clearer and clearer in the horseman's eyes, and he could even smell the sulfur-filled breath and see the minced flesh between the dragon's teeth.

The next moment, the world swirled, and severe pain and darkness swept in.

The soldiers of the Western Realm looked at their companions who were swallowed by the white dragon in one bite, and their faces all showed horror, and the cavalry who was originally preparing to charge the dragon also slowed down their horses and hesitated.

Samwell also frowned when he saw this, he didn't want the white dragon to develop the habit of eating human flesh, even if it was an enemy, so he patted the dragon on the back.

Cleopatra was very human, and immediately understood what his master meant, and spat out the corpse that had not yet been swallowed.

It's just that it inevitably has a little dissatisfaction in its heart, and it opens its huge mouth and continues to spew flames, pouring out its anger on the enemy in front of it.

Now the people of the Western Realm have suffered, and under the ravages of dragon flames, the river beach is like a sea of fire.

The surging orange-red flames spread out, enveloping hundreds of Western cavalry, screaming and wailing endlessly, and the rich smell of burnt scorching filled the air, making people panic and sick.

The hellish scene made these Western cavalry understand the dragon's dragon, and the ridiculousness of their own delusional desire to slay the dragon, and they scattered one after another, unable to organize a decent counterattack.

A golden lion flag with a red background fell crookedly in the sea of fire, burning into flying ashes.

At this point, there was no suspense in the first battle of the southern army crossing the river.

At this time, the soldiers of the western frontier on the river beach have completely become a rout, and fortunately, they are all cavalry, and if they really want to run, the southern army can't stop them.

Samwell rode the white dragon after him for a while, and burned many of the western cavalry, but of course he stopped the white dragon when he saw a thin black line appear on the eastern horizon.

Gradually, thin black lines spread slowly across the plain, like a dark cloud moving forward, with a palpitating coercion.

Samwell knew that it was the main force of the Northern Coalition formed by Duke Tywin.

(End of chapter)