Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 440 Fierce Battle

When Samwell saw that the army on the opposite side started to mobilize, 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.

People like Tywin couldn’t be so stupid as to pin all their hopes on the Braavosi, let alone stick to the original plan and refuse to make changes when the fleet arrived late.

Of course, Lannister is starting to attack now, and the timing is a bit late.

The Southern Army has gathered enough soldiers and horses on the north bank. Although the number cannot be compared with the Northern Alliance Army, it already has the strength to fight against it.

So, seeing that the enemy army was preparing to attack, Samwell immediately ordered the whole army to prepare for battle.

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 time constraints and the enemy army on the opposite side was always watching, Samwell did not dare to make the soldiers overworked, so the camp It was very rough and crude.

No wall was built, just a few trenches were dug, and a few rows of repelling horses were placed in front. They did not seek to cause much damage to the enemy, but only to delay the attack of the northern coalition forces.

In this river beach battle, Samwell naturally made up his mind to stick to it.

After all, our own forces are inferior, and our defense is more secure. As long as we can withstand the attack of the Northern Army, our own forces will only become stronger and stronger as time goes by.

The sun is warm today, but the warmth still does not get rid of the bleakness of late autumn.

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

The air north of the ferry became more and more solemn, and the strong murderous aura permeated, making it almost impossible to breathe.

This confrontation did not last long. Duke Tywin was an extremely decisive person. Since he decided to launch an attack, he would not hesitate any longer.

With an order, the low-pitched sound of the horn echoed between the sky and the earth, kicking off the curtain of this river beach battle.

The Northern Allied Forces took the lead in attacking. Hundreds of soldiers, carrying wooden rafts and carrying bags of soil, swarmed up to prepare to fill the trench.

Before they got close to the trench, a cloud of black arrows rose into the sky, and fell down with a creepy swishing sound.

Unlucky people kept falling to the ground with arrows, and there were screams one after another.

But it obviously couldn't stop the soldiers of the Northern Army from advancing. They went on and on, and it took almost an hour to fill up several trenches with difficulty.

The formation of the southern army began to be adjusted accordingly. The archers retreated, and the sword and shield soldiers and spearmen moved forward, preparing for the next hand-to-hand combat.

Relying on the strength of its troops, the Northern Army marched forward aggressively.

The long horn sounded again, followed by the rumble of war drums, indicating that the prelude to the battle just now was over, and now the real battle began.

The soldiers of the Northern Army, armed with swords and round shields, marched along with the beat of drums.

The drum beats became more and more rapid, and every beat was shaking people's hearts, and it also urged the soldiers of the Northern Army to speed up.

As the distance between the two armies got closer and closer, each could clearly see each other's face, and see the bloodshot eyes slowly rising.

The killing intent gathered in the air, making the soldiers in the front row short of breath, and their faces were even more ferocious like devils.

"Kill!!"

There was a sudden roar.

At the same time as it sounded, there was also the hum of the bowstring trembling.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the arrows had already fallen into the northern army's formation like raindrops.

Accompanied by the sound of puffing into the flesh, countless people fell down screaming.

Within a few breaths, the soldiers of the northern army in the front row had rushed to the front of the southern army, and what greeted them were spears and swords like a forest of steel.

At the moment of the battle, blood gushed out like a spring.

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

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

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

Today's Storm King and Bailong have become almost totem-like existences in the southern army. As long as they appear on the battlefield, they can greatly improve the morale of the army.

As for the enemy, seeing that particularly conspicuous, huge and terrifying white dragon standing in front of him, even if he didn't directly participate in the battle, even if he knew that there was a dragon hunting crossbow specially designed to deal with giant dragons in the rear, the courage of the enemy soldiers would drop. scored three points.

And Samwell noticed that although the Northern Army was aggressive and stronger, but in terms of the quality and combat effectiveness of the soldiers, the Southern Army still had the upper hand.

After all, the Reach and Stormlands in the south, including Dorne, which did not directly send troops, have been completely controlled by Samwell. After receiving Caesar's call-up order, the lords will send their own elite troops to fight.

In comparison, although the Lannister family controls the four northern regions, the degree of control is obviously not enough. That is to say, the lord of the western region is willing to send his elite to work for Duke Tywin, and the nobles of the other three regions have their own ideas.

The first large-scale battle between the two sides was inherently tentative, so Duke Tywin dispatched troops from the northern border, the riverlands, and the valley, which were basically cannon fodder troops who came up to fill trenches and fight consumption.

Therefore, the first wave of the Northern Army's impact did not even shake the Southern Army's formation.

Seeing that his own offensive was gradually weakening, Duke Tywin ordered to stop drumming and let the surviving first wave of soldiers withdraw.

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

Ever since the death of Robert Baratheon, the situation in the Seven Kingdoms has changed dramatically. There have been many wars and small battles. Over the years, many people have died, and everyone has become numb. No matter how red the blood is, it is difficult to hurt people's hearts. .

The cold-blooded Duke Tywin naturally didn't care about the casualties. After a short rest, he immediately ordered the second wave of attack.

The sound of shouting and killing sounded again, and the soldiers of the northern army quickly entered the state, rushing towards the southern army's position with red eyes.

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

However, even though the northern army launched wave after wave of desperate charges, the formation of the southern army was not shaken at all, but became more and more stable.

The strong and proud Soldiers of Stormland and Reach, as well as the Unsullied from Slaver's Bay, in the brutal fight, showed their respect for the soldiers of the North in terms of morale, physique, discipline and cooperation. Overwhelming advantage.