Blackwater River, Ram Ferry.

The Southern Coalition across the river is in a fierce battle with the Northern Coalition formed by the Lannisters.

A week had passed since the Confederates began to cross the river, and the number of Confederate soldiers coming to the north bank was rapidly increasing, but at the same time, they clearly felt that the offensive of the Confederate army had become more and more fierce as time passed.

Seeing that it was getting late at this time, the Northern Army had already retreated after a wave of attacks, and I thought that today's offensive would end here, but who would have thought that the enemy would suddenly rush up like crazy again.

A platoon of men was killed, and those behind scrambled to make up for it, and the fierce offensive continued like a huge wave, surging forward.

The southern army slackened slightly, and was made to retreat again and again by this sudden outbreak of crazy offensives, and the military formation, which had never wavered, was actually broken into by the northern army in some places.

Although the Northern army that broke through the formation was quickly killed, it greatly boosted the morale of those who came after them, and let them see the dawn of victory over the Southern army.

But the southern army quickly reacted, accompanied by the sudden rapid sound of war drums, the soldiers responded with a crazy counterattack that was not lost to the enemy, and even many noble knights personally stepped forward to fight to boost morale.

By the last light before the sun set, the two sides fought together with life and death, the spears were surging like a forest, the sword light was like a wave churning, and there was no other sound between heaven and earth, only the sound of the fierce battle between the two armies.

The battle entered the most white-hot stage, the fire-like fighting spirit dispelled everything, and the soldiers on both sides were red-eyed, and no one was to be outdone.

Duke Tywin apparently no longer has any intention of preserving his strength, and has sent the last of the elite of the West to the front.

He knew very well that the Braavos might not be able to count on it, and if they could not take the ferry in front of them and continue to drag on, the strength of the two sides on the north shore would gradually reverse.

The numerical superiority of the Northern Coalition would be wiped out as the Southern Army continued to cross the river.

When the knights of the Lannister family personally led the troops to the front line and fought to the death, it also completely stimulated the blood and courage hidden in the hearts of the rest of the northern soldiers.

Under such a frantic offensive, the casualties of the Southern army also surged.

But the resilience of the soldiers from the Stormlands and Riverlands was also inspired at this moment, whether it was out of the desire for military merit or the pursuit of glory, they did not flinch at such a narrow meeting moment, but moved forward bravely.

Under the frantic onslaught of the Northern Army, the formation of the Southern Army was slightly scattered, but it was quickly integrated again, and it was not long before it was broken away by the Northern Army, but it was bridged again.

This is a real battle to the death, more and more people are dying, and the blood that flows does not calm people down, but stimulates the ferocity in their hearts.

The soldiers on both sides seemed to have gone crazy, as if no one wanted to see the rising sun tomorrow, and they all rushed to hell.

Until the last rays of the setting sun fell below the western horizon, the Northern Army had to gradually disengage from the enemy, even if it was unwilling.

After a day of fierce fighting, the officers and men of the North and South Army finally retreated separately and returned to the camp to lick their wounds.

Looking at the enemy receding like a tide, the soldiers of the Southern Army fell to the ground one after another, gulping in a big gulp of fresh air, and their brains gradually cooled down from the frenzy, and they began to congratulate themselves that they were still alive, and at the same time pray and mourn for their dead comrades.

Roughly tidy up the battlefield, tidy up your corpses a little, then collect the arrows that stick to the ground like artemisia, and finally count the casualties.

Sir Brienne Tass gulped down the water, which ran down the corners of her mouth and turned bright red when it reached the ground.

The squire anxiously examined the long arrow stuck in her shoulder:

"Sir, this arrow is deep...... I'm afraid I'll have to ask the bachelor to deal with it. ”

With an impatient wave of her hand, Brienne pushed the squire away, then grabbed the shaft of the arrow and pulled it off with a little force.

This move stunned the surrounding soldiers of the Southern Army.

In the past few days of fighting, the prestige of this female knight of the Stormland has spread among the Southern Army.

Even the most arrogant man could not help but have respect for the only female knight at this time.

The previous insulting title of "beauty" no one dared to mention it again.

The southern nobles knew very well that this female knight from Tass Island had already been valued by the Storm King, and now she fought bravely and made many achievements, and her future prospects were limitless.

Many unmarried young knights even quietly came over to get close, and it was naturally not difficult to guess what idea they had in their hearts.

However, Brienne is very wary of these dedicated men, and they all face them coldly.

It made many people retreat in embarrassment.

It wasn't until she saw the Storm King surrounded by soldiers on the front line to offer condolences that Brienne's face softened and she hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

Samwell talked to the front-line soldiers one by one, with a gentle smile on his face, but his heart was quite heavy.

He had just received a casualty report, and at the end of the day, nearly 3,000 people had been killed in battle, and countless others had been wounded.

No one can afford to ignore such tragic casualties.

So for some ambiguous episodes surrounding Brienne, although he saw it in his eyes, he didn't bother to ask.

Instead, he was thinking about whether he would change his strategy if the Northern Army's offensive had been so crazy.

But what he didn't know was that the Duke of Tywin on the other side was even more uncomfortable than him.

The Southern Army suffered heavy casualties, and the Northern Army suffered even worse casualties.

Moreover, since Duke Tywin had sent the elite of the Western Realm to the front line, listening to the casualty list of those Western Knights one by one at this moment, even if he was as calm as him, his hands began to tremble irrepressibly.

After such a battle, the Western Army can be described as broken, but the terrible thing is that they did not achieve the desired results.

The position of the Confederate army on the north bank still stood and seemed to be able to be destroyed forever.

It is an indisputable fact that the situation on our side is becoming more and more dangerous.

To make matters worse, the army has begun to run out of food and grass.

He sent someone to King's Landing to collect it, but Tyrion's rebel sent only enough food for the army for two days.

When he sent someone to urge him again, he only got a pile of bags with sand.

The messenger trembled and relayed Tyrion's words:

Mistress Tyrion said, ...... He's learning your strategy......"

When Duke Tywin heard this, he immediately returned to King's Landing and slashed off the rebel's head with a sword.

The night was as cold as water, and Duke Tywin's heart was cold.

The northern nobles rushed to his tent and shouted noisily, telling of the heavy casualties of their men, that they did not have enough food, and that they wanted to withdraw their troops......

In the end, almost everyone thought of withdrawing.

They were already frightened by the Southern army, and if they continued to attack, the casualties would only get worse, so they thought of retreating to King's Landing and fighting the enemy against the tall walls.

But Lord Tywin was keen to tell them that the walls of King's Landing did not provide any protection.

Once the southern army is allowed to cross the river, the side will completely lose the space to move around, and if it cannot block the enemy by the river, it will fall into a situation of defeat both strategically and tactically.

King's Landing simply can't hold on.

With a lack of food, the so-called largest city in the Seven Kingdoms has become a volcano about to erupt.

Now they go back and sit on the crater.

But this kind of thing, Duke Tywin didn't dare to say at all.

These northern nobles already had their own intentions, and if they lost faith in the Lannisters, I am afraid that most of them would sneak out and surrender to Caesar in one night.

Duke Tywin is naturally very aware of the ugliness of the human heart.

But at this time, he couldn't come up with a better way.

Looking at the people who were still arguing fiercely, a cold light flashed in Duke Tywin's eyes.

"Since everyone wants to withdraw to King's Landing, let's go back." Duke Tywin said in a flat tone, as if everything was still under control.

The nobles accepted the order with little hesitation.

So, taking advantage of the darkness of the night, the armies marched out one after another, heading for King's Landing.

(End of chapter)