The captain of the guard has a one-handed sword, and the two-handed sword on the horse is not easy to use, mainly because it is not flexible. And the cavalry had a small round shield on their backs, which was to defend against arrows when charging.

The captain's one-handed sword fell into Tyran's eyes, it was a small toy knife, and it was not as threatening as the original bone spurs of the warriors of the Wolf Forest Ash Tribe.

Tyranny's greatsword dragged behind him, and he threw a punch as he ran, hitting the captain's horse's head.

The horse's head shattered like cheese, as if it had hit an invisible copper wall.

The horse and the captain were overturned by the inertial force of the forward rush, and the captain was thrown into the air, like a scarecrow, the front half of the horse was suppressed by the force and could not move an inch, and the back half of the body suddenly flipped over, and the speed was incoherent.

Rumble!

The horse flipped and fell, its head shattered and blurred, its limbs facing the air, and Taryn had swept by.

The giant's iron glove punch power is comparable to that of a copper wall. A horse's head shatters at the touch of a button, like a water bag full of flesh and blood.

The giant sword dragged behind the giant swung suddenly, and the cavalry who came to protect the lord could not get close, the giant sword plus the giant's arm, the sense of distance exceeded the habit of a well-trained cavalry, and it was obviously still far away, but suddenly, the cold air hit the body, and the giant sword had come to the front.

The galloping horses and soldiers were still rushing forward, but their bodies had been cut in half. By the time half of the body slipped off the horse's back, the enemy was already far ahead.

With a few slashes, Tyron Ash carved an unobstructed path among the hundred guards, and Garland Tyrell with a spear in hand was not far in front of him.

More archers closed in the middle like ants, coming to stop the giants like black iron monsters. Yongwu Garan was surrounded by more than a dozen generals and quickly retreated. They turned their horses' heads, and the cavalry behind them parted on both sides, revealing a passage for escape.

In the early morning sun, ten thousand horses closed in the middle, and a giant in the middle, waving a long sword, slashed horizontally and vertically, and the iron fist in his left hand struck from time to time, punching the horses that rushed over from the oblique thorn away. In just a few heartbeats, a large area was vacated around Tyron, and the ground was all stumped and severe.

Garland Tyrell galloped wildly, passing through the phalanx of archers and spearmen, and in front of them were a phalanx of infantry, pikemen, sword and shield men, and archers. His heart was suddenly relieved, and he heard the roar behind him like thunder, the sound of horses' hooves, and the ground trembling.

"Protect General Garland!" shouted many centurions and generals.

Behind him, a huge black shadow advanced by leaps and bounds, the blockers were invincible, and the sword light was like lightning, sweeping past the cavalry who kept crashing into it. However, no amount of ants can stop the elephant's footsteps.

Garland Tyrell turned around in a hurry, and the giant was behind him, getting closer and closer, and under the mask of the black iron helmet, the narrow slit eyes glittered like a wild beast, full of murderous aura.

As soon as Garland Tyrell made eye contact with him, he knew he had only one battle.

The giant's gaze was clear, he had come to kill Garland, no matter where Garland ran, he had to kill.

It was the sound of severed limbs falling from the sky.

The horse's hooves are won! That is the sound of the soldiers of the Lord protecting the Lord in pursuit of death.

The screams came one after another! It was the voice of the soldiers who had been hit by the stumps and severed bodies.

The shouts were earth-shattering! It was the unison shouts and roars of 30,000 people in the inner and outer periphery, as if they were fighting with thousands of troops, but in fact, there was only one enemy!

A giant like never before!

A fast, fast, combative, invincible, ruthless giant.

"Fight, fight, fight!" Garland roared, and his horse circled in a small arc in front of the infantry phalanx, and he pulled his horse back, and his spear swung out a flower of spear, and came to fight Tyranny. The dozen or so generals who followed him were shocked and stepped forward to stop him.

Suddenly, a ray of light shot from the front, like a flame tail of the sun's rays, bright and incomparable, reflecting the changing light of the sun.

The light swept through several intercepting generals unhindered, with a high-pitched whistling sound and a deafening exclamation, striking Garland Tyrelll's chest.

Garland Tyrell didn't feel any pain, and the man flew upside down from his horse.

Tyron Ash threw the greatsword like a throwing spear, slashing several people in succession, and finally piercing Garland Tyrell's chest, splitting Garland in two pieces in mid-air.

The mighty warrior Garland didn't even have a chance to shoot out, and fell from the sky as two bloody stumps.

Whew——!

The greatsword continued to fly through the air, flying into the phalanx of pikemen in an uproar, which exploded like an ant's nest and the soldiers scattered like little ants.

Call!

The greatsword was exhausted and fell, and the blade sliced through several spear soldiers who had been pushed down by their comrades, and the screams were short and sharp.

Where the blade passed, the armor, the body, and the weapon were all divided in two.

Several brave pikemen centurions rushed over, and one of them reached for his greatsword, but could not hold the hilt. Together, the two of them grasped the hilt of the sword, but could not pull it out of the ground. The blade was sharp and shimmering with the sun's rays, and the blade was like a large piece of ice, emitting an unbearable chill.

Footsteps sounded, the ground shook, like a giant elephant running, several centurions turned back, and the giant rushed like a beast, followed by a spear drawn into a cone. Some archers shoot giants from a distance, and the giants are very tall and are the best targets.

However, the giant's speed was too fast, and the arrows whizzed down behind him, occasionally hitting his comrades, and the screams were almost uninterrupted.

The general's spear, who rushed to the front, raised his spear and stabbed the giant's body, and with a loud bang, the barrel of the gun broke, and the general's hands shook out blood. A flash of punch flashed next to the giant, and the war horse next to him swept right in the middle. The sound of the horse's bones breaking sounded very clearly, the war horse neighed sadly, and the general immediately flew into the air like a projectile, and the war horse's four hooves soared into the air, fell to the side, and knocked over several other war horses.

Taryn turned and stood, motionless in the face of the thousands of pursuing lancers. The rushing lancers reined in their horses and stopped a few feet in front of the giant.

The entire battlefield, suddenly, fell into an eerie dead silence.

Tyron Ash's body, armor, iron gloves, and the absence of a greatsword also made it impossible for the thousands of pursuing lancers to get close, and those who did close died at the close.

Lord Garland Tyrell was killed, all the guards who guarded him were killed, and more than a dozen generals were killed. In addition, countless archers and lancers were killed and wounded in battle.

The terrifying greatsword was stuck in the ground, but no one could pull it out.

The giant sword weighs two hundred pounds, and it is not a giant, so it cannot be wielded. is not a thousand-pound strong man in the human race, and if you want to pull out a giant sword that is a little longer than a spear, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream. Among ordinary people, there are very few people with thousands of pounds of divine power. The Magic Mountain is one, but he has been burned to death.

Dealing with a natural giant like Tyranny, a fierce and fierce god, and fighting head-on is a dead end. Compared to Tyron Ash, the Magic Mountain is like a little brother, and to kill the Magic Mountain, it is also fire, not a human battle.

Taryn Ash turned and strode towards the greatsword, the centurions and pikemen surrounding the greatsword thudding away.

Thousands of lancers looked at this ancient giant-like black iron monster, and no one dared to attack.

In the air, the smell of blood was permeated, like substance.

Woohoo!

The archers and foot archers fired arrows at the striding Tyron, which clanked and bounced off, unable to break through the armor.

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Chapter 0988-2 Bitter Bridge Surrenders

"Kill him!" ordered a bloodied lancer general.

He didn't think of using fire, he didn't think of digging a horse pit or leading giants to the sand, he was as stupid as the brave Garland.

Taryn Ash, who grew up in the Wolf Forest Mountains, can lie in the snow for a day and a night without moving, just to wait for a pack of wolves.

Endurance is something that Taryn Ash has had since he was a child, and it was innate. It's okay not to eat or drink for a few days, and it's okay to eat and drink too much.

Tyron Ash drew his greatsword and pulled out the sword flower with ease, and the archers and pikemen who were about to move stopped.

The only thing Tyron Ash fears is the shot of thousands of arrows.

Too many armor-piercing arrows attacked the armor, and he was afraid that it would eventually cause the armor to crack.

To keep the archers and foot archers from shooting, it was to rush into the pikemen.

The Lancers have the advantage of speed, but the infantry and Tyron Ash have a speed advantage, that is, a three-year-old and a sprinter are better than running.

Without saying a word, Tyron Ash charged towards the infantry phalanx.

The infantry phalanx was in an uproar, and the first infantry phalanx was like a glass that had been hit by a heavy hammer, which suddenly shattered into particles and scattered in all directions. Giant swords fly, screams rang out, flesh and blood splattered, hell on earth. In just a few heartbeats, the first pike-infantry phalanx collapsed. Then the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth......

Wherever the giants go, there is hell on earth.

The archers looked at each other, and if they attacked indiscriminately, it would be an even bloodier slaughter of the infantry.

The lancers could not go to the advance soldiers, and that was a disaster. The Lancers could not damage the giants, but they could trample and stomp countless infantry.

Woooooo

Woooooooooooooooo

Woooooooooooo

The clarion call for retreat finally sounded.

The first to retreat were light infantry and infantry archers.

They fled frantically along the Avenue of Roses.

Longbows, arrows, swords, daggers, and armor were thrown to the ground.

The clever ran to the field, to the path to the paddy field, where the giants could not pursue. The body of a giant is stuck in a paddy field, and there is a dead end.

Defeat is like a mountain!

No matter how ambitious and fearless the general is, he will not be able to stop the rout brought by the retreat horn.

Thousands of lancers followed Tyron Ash and decided to attack and surround Tyran Ash, before the army could retreat. In the melee, more people were trampled to death than killed by the enemy.

Once tens of thousands of legions are in a scuffle, as long as one side is defeated, the number of people trampled to death often exceeds the number of soldiers killed. This is true for most of the wars. The more outnumbered the battle, once defeated, the number of people who die from the stampede is a catastrophic number.

Taryn Ash hadn't had this in years, and 30,000 warriors were at his disposal. Rush anywhere, and there will be an immediate rout, and the fleeing soldiers will be like ants blowing up their nests.

It was a battle that went down in history, and it was the beginning of the deliberate introduction of the Giant Bloodline to the Terrans. However, this attempt ended in failure.

Taryn is born and can't be replicated!

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In the sky, Will said, "Let's go down!"

On the ground, dense soldiers scattered and fled, and none of the retreating queues could be seen.

In the chaos and panic, many of the soldiers did not even touch Tyron Ash, but still left anything heavy and fled quickly.

Fear is contagious, especially in the military.

Once the fighting spirit is defeated, the rout and escape cannot be stopped.

Zheng!

The griffin cried, and the sound of gold and stone filled the sky. The entire sky over the Mandeb River was filled with the sound of this slaughter, echoing from afar.

Zheng!

The second cry was superimposed on the first, and countless horses fell into panic and began to run wildly, uncontrolled by their masters.

Griffins, natural enemies of horses.

Griffin's Favorite Food: Horses!

Griffons emerged from the sky and flew down, their cries continued, countless horsemen were overturned from their horses, and thousands of archers and thousands of spearmen were thrown into chaos. All the good wishes of besieging Tyron Ashes have come to naught.

Without anyone attacking, thousands of cavalry collapsed faster than the infantry.

The out-of-control horses kicked and ran wildly, colliding with each other, and countless cavalry were thrown off their horses and trampled by the horses' hooves.

On the plain on the south bank of the bitter bridge, a tragic tragedy was staged.

It was as if the massacre of more than two hundred years ago had reappeared.

The griffons flew low in the air, and the horses scattered and galloped wildly, and even the best generals and centurions could not control their horses.

Flame raised its claws and fell, grabbed a galloping horse and threw it out.

Immediately, the knight and the horse were thrown like scarecrows and fell into the crowd.

Taryn Ash gave up chasing the infantry and instead slashed the cavalry.

The crumbling cavalry became meat on the board.

The only regret is that there are too few killing gods like Tyron, and too many enemies.

In this battle, the corpses were finally killed all over the field, and the blood flowed like a river. Thirty thousand Tyrell soldiers lost their armor, suffered countless casualties, and lost their armor, swords, and banners for dozens of miles.

Garan Tyrell garrisoned the Bitter Bridge, and 30,000 soldiers faced Tyron Ash and was defeated!

When Taryn Ash carried a greatsword and Will, Jaime, Arya, and two griffons to the castle gate on the east bank of the Bitter Bridge, the gate opened, and a thin nobleman in a wheelchair walked out of the gate under the impetus of two aristocratic maidens who were afraid to look at people.

Will notices the man's coat of arms in the wheelchair: a yellow centaur with a bow on a white background.

"Master Caswell. Will said.

The fief of the Caswell family is the Bitter Bridge - the land on both sides of the Bitter Bridge is the territory of the Gaswell family. This battle was fought in the territory of the Earl of Caswell!

"Prime Minister, please forgive me for not being able to get up and kneel. ”

"And what about your family?"

"These are my two daughters, please forgive us for our sins, and the Casway family will henceforth be loyal to the Prime Minister and His Majesty Shireen, and will never dare to betray them. Master Caswell gestured, and the two daughters, the soldiers up and down the castle, the maids, the ladies, the masters, the craftsmen, all knelt down on one knee and bowed their heads.

Will knew why Caswell was in a wheelchair.

Lorent Caswell's father had four daughters and a son, and Lorent was so pampered and proud that he could not tolerate the slightest confrontation in the castle, and the other attendants did not dare to touch a single hair of his hair. He was weak and weak since he was a child, but he became a knight in the next step of his father's doting.

The castle of the Lorente family had a weapon master who had a son named Raleigh Dakfield.

At the age of sixteen, Raleigh was given a longsword crafted by his father, but was snatched by the earl's son, Lorent, and told Raleigh that his hands were not born to carry a sword, but only a blacksmith's hammer.

These insulting words have serious consequences!

Raleigh went home and broke two of Lorent's arms, half of his ribs, and two legs with a hammer, and fled to the other side of the Narrow Sea to escape the old Baron of Caswell.

This Raleigh Dakfield joined the Golden Knights on the other side of the Narrow Sea, and was favored by Jon Clinton, who was also serving in the Golden Knights at the time, and joined the team of the fake Aegon VI Targaryen plot to restore him.

The fake Aegon Targaryen is now being held by Will and Daenerys in the underground black cell of Pantos City, while Raleigh Duckfield has turned his allegiance to Daenerys Targaryen, who is known by his nickname: Duck!

Will said, "Lord Caswell, since you are sincerely loyal to me, you can send someone to bring all the nearby nobles to surrender. Since it is a surrender, I need all your troops, grain and grass, household registration, population thin, and castle territory, all the documents, please give them to me first. “

"Yes, Lord Will!" said Lord Caswell, humbly and respectfully.