When Samwell saw that the opposing army began to move, he was only slightly startled, and then calmed down again.

In fact, he didn't expect the enemy to just watch his army cross the river and do nothing.

Someone like Tywin couldn't be so stupid as to pin all his hopes on the Braavos, let alone stick to his original plan and refuse to change it even when the fleet was delayed.

Of course, the Lannisters are now on the offensive and the timing is a little late.

The Southern Army has gathered enough troops and horses on the northern bank, although it is not comparable in number to the Northern Coalition Army, but it already has the strength to fight against it.

Therefore, seeing that the enemy army began to prepare for an attack, Samwell immediately ordered the whole army to fight.

At this time, the southern army on the north bank was backed by the Blackwater River, and set up a small camp on the river beach, due to the limited time, and the enemy army on the opposite side has been eyeing the tiger, Samwell did not dare to let the soldiers be overworked, so the camp was very rough and simple.

There was no wall, just a few trenches, a few rows of repulsive horses in front, and no pursuit of how much damage could be inflicted on the enemy, just to delay the attack of the northern coalition army.

In this battle of the river beach, Samwell naturally made up his mind and stuck to it.

After all, your own forces are inferior, and your defense is more secure, and as long as you can withstand the attack of the Northern Army, your own forces will only get stronger and stronger over time.

Today's sunshine is warm, but the warmth still does not get rid of the gloom of late autumn.

The flags of the two armies were hunting and flying in the wind, and the soldiers were making the final preparations before the war, moving their bodies, and adapting to the atmosphere before the war.

The air north of the ferry port became more and more solemn, and the fierce murderous aura spread so thick that it was almost impossible to breathe.

This confrontation did not last long, and Duke Tywin was an extremely decisive man, and since he decided to attack, he would not hesitate any longer.

At the sound of an order, the low sound of the horn echoed between heaven and earth, opening the curtain of this river beach battle.

The Northern Coalition took the lead in attacking, and hundreds of soldiers swarmed up with wooden platoons and bags of earth on their backs, ready to fill the trenches.

Before they could get close to the trench, a blackened arrow rose into the air and fell with a creepy whoosh.

There are constantly unlucky eggs who fall to the ground with arrows, and screams come and go.

But this obviously could not stop the advance of the Northern soldiers, who went forward one after another, and it took them almost an hour to fill in a few trenches with great difficulty.

The formation of the Southern Army began to adjust accordingly, with the archers retreating and the sword and shield soldiers and pikemen moving forward in preparation for the next hand-to-hand combat.

Relying on the strength of the troops, the northern army army pressed forward in a big way.

The long horn sounded again, followed by the rumbling of war drums, indicating that the prelude to the battle had ended, and now the real battle began.

The black-pressed Northern Sergeant held a sword in his hand, a round shield on his head, and marched to the beat of the drum.

The drumbeat became more and more urgent, and every stroke was shaking people's hearts, and it also urged the soldiers of the Northern Army to speed forward.

As the distance between the two armies became closer and closer, they could clearly see each other's faces and see the bloodshot eyes that slowly floated to each other.

The killing intent gathered in the air, making the soldiers in the front row breathe rapidly, and their faces were even more hideous like devils.

"Kill, !!"

There was a sudden roar.

At the same time, there was the hum of the bowstring vibrating.

The sky darkened suddenly, and the arrows had rained down into the Northern Army's formation.

With the sound of popping into the flesh, countless people fell down screaming.

In a few breaths, the northern sergeants in the front row had already rushed to the front of the southern army, and they were greeted by spears and swords like a forest of steel.

The moment the battle was engaged, blood gushed out like a spring.

Countless people were cut to the ground, but those in front fell, and those behind immediately reinforced.

The corpses gradually piled up, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, but the soldiers on both sides didn't care about this, they just wanted to have a life-and-death contest.

Samwell did not ride a dragon to participate in the battle, but stayed in the middle army, sitting high on top of the white dragon's head, overlooking the battlefield in front of him.

Today's Storm King and White Dragon have become an almost totemic existence in the Southern Army, and as long as they appear on the battlefield, they can greatly boost the morale of the army.

And for the enemy, looking at the terrifying white dragon that is particularly conspicuous and huge in size standing in front, even if he does not directly participate in the battle, even if he knows that there is a dragon hunting crossbow in the rear that specializes in dealing with giant dragons, it will make the enemy soldiers' courage drop by three points.

Moreover, Samwell noticed that although the Northern Army was menacing and its strength was stronger, in fact, when it came to the quality and combat effectiveness of the soldiers, it was the Southern Army that had the upper hand.

After all, the Riverlands and Stormlands on the southern side, including the Dorne Lords, who did not directly send troops, have been completely controlled by Samwell, and the lords will send their elite troops to fight after receiving Caesar's call-up order.

In comparison, although the Lannister family controls the four northern realms, the degree of control is obviously not enough, and the lords of the western realm are willing to send their own elites to work for Duke Tywin, and the nobles of the other three realms have their own ideas.

The first large-scale battle between the two sides was already a bit tentative, so the troops sent by Duke Tywin were all troops from the north, the riverlands, and the valleys, which were basically cannon fodder troops who came up to fill the trenches and fight attrition.

Therefore, the first wave of the northern army could not shake even the formation of the southern army.

Seeing that his offensive was becoming weaker, Lord Tywin ordered the drumming to be halted and the surviving first wave of soldiers to be withdrawn.

The two sides exchanged an extremely fierce greeting, although the blood almost stained the river beach red, but they both knew that this was just a test with countless lives.

Since the death of Robert Baratheon, the situation in the Seven Kingdoms has changed, and the big wars and small wars have basically not stopped, and more people have died over the years, and everyone has become numb, and no matter how red the blood is, it is difficult to sting people's hearts.

The cold-blooded Duke Tywin naturally didn't care about this casualty, and after a short rest, he immediately ordered a second wave of attacks.

The shouts of killing sounded again, and the officers and men of the Northern Army quickly entered the state and rushed towards the position of the Southern Army with red eyes.

Blood gradually moistened the soil, the already soft river beach ground became more and more muddy, the corpses piled higher and higher in front of the battle, and the casualties on both sides became heavier and heavier.

However, despite the wave after wave of desperate charges launched by the northern army, the formation of the southern army was not shaken in the slightest, but became more and more stable.

The sturdy and proud soldiers of the Stormlands and Riverlands, as well as the Unsullied from Slave Bay, showed an overwhelming superiority over the northern soldiers in the brutal battle, whether in morale or physique, in terms of discipline or cooperation.

(End of chapter)