The thick wooden door of the city gate tower was cut with a giant ax and a gap nearly one meter long was cut.
Trogg passed through this gap and saw at a glance the burly ironman wearing heavy armor and a sea monster helmet.
A pikeman who happened to be next to the gap pointed his gun directly at Victarion, who was about to break through the door, and struck a sharp thrust.
Snapped!
Victarion's thick left hand avoided the sharp tip of the gun, grabbed the barrel of the gun, and then suddenly pulled it hard in front of him.
The spearman's strength was unable to compete with him at all, and he was dragged directly to the gap.
Click!
While pulling his opponent over, Victarion raised his giant ax in his right hand and struck hard at the large gap in the door, slashing it hard.
The already shaky wooden door of the tower was instantly split from it and collapsed to the ground.
The giant ax in Victarion's hand continued to strike hard on the spearman's forehead.
The panicked expression on the spearman's face froze, the giant ax was deeply embedded in his forehead, and blood flowed down his cheek.
"Archers, come and take cover, others are ready to retreat!"
Trogg was not a general with outstanding military strength. He was clearly aware of the gap between himself and the ironman wearing a sea monster helmet.
Therefore, he immediately turned around and went upstairs, calling the archers on the top of the tower and asking them to come down for cover shooting.
From the outside, Victarion looks like a rough man who can only use brute force, but in fact he is not like this.
After splitting open the wooden door of the tower, he did not directly rush in alone, but very bloody, forcibly pulled the giant ax from the head of the spearman,
Then he turned the red and white giant ax forward, pointed forward, and encouraged the other ironmen with a huge reward: "Brothers, rush for me! The first one to reach the top of the building, the slave worker, and the salt concubine are yours to choose!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Inspired by Victarion, these ironmen, who seemed to have been beaten to death, rushed towards the tower with the door wide open, shouting strangely.
Behind them, the Ironborn archers raised their hands and fired a wave of shots to help them suppress the pikemen in the tower.
Ah! Ah!
Without the obstruction of the tower's wooden door, several spearmen fell to the ground instantly after being hit by arrows, screaming in pain.
However, other spearmen could not help them. They were stabbing the ironmen who entered the tower with their spears.
"Whoaaah!"
An ironman holding a one-handed ax stepped on the collapsed wooden door and corpses on the ground, jumped up high, and jumped directly towards the pikemen like a boarding battle at sea.
Although his appearance was majestic, the spearmen in the area where he jumped just raised their spears at him, and the ironman was like a candied haws, hanging on the spears with blood holes all over his body.
However, the morale of the ironmen was indeed boosted to its peak, and the pikemen at the base of the tower suffered a large number of casualties.
Although pikemen continued to fill their positions, they were still suppressed by the Ironborn and fought and retreated, getting closer and closer to the tower stairs.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The support of the archers on the roof finally came, and they fired at close range in the tower, killing several ironmen in an instant.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the ironmen behind him bent down and lifted up the broken wooden door on the ground to resist the deadly arrows.
The pikemen took this opportunity to turn around and retreat towards the tower in an orderly manner.
Duh duh duh!
Arrows kept hitting the wooden door, making a muffled sound. The ironmen carried the thick wooden door block and approached the stairs.
"Let's go!"
Trogg took out the bottle of wildfire left by Robb from the tower, shouted at the archers at the stairs, and threw the bottle directly at the ironmen who were holding up the wooden door.
Bang!
The wildfire bottle hit the wooden door and shattered instantly. The green liquid inside stained the wooden door.
After throwing out four wildfire bottles quickly, Trogg threw out a few flints with sparks burning at the front.
Oops!
A piece of flint ignited the green liquid on the wooden door, and the terrifying green flame rose again in the north.
ah!!!
The thick wooden block was like a thin layer of paper in front of the green flames. After it burned through quickly, the green fire spread to the ironmen behind.
The ironborn who caught fire immediately dropped the wooden door block, trying to put out the wildfire, but the more they patted, the more areas on their bodies caught fire.
Some of the ironborn who were staring at the wooden door in the front row were not caught by the wildfire, but they were grabbed by the burning ironborn. When they pushed each other, they both turned into green torches.
"Damn it! It's wildfire, retreat! Archers, kill all the archers who are touched by wildfire!"
Victarion, who traveled all over the world, was certainly familiar with wildfire. When he saw that there were indeed traps in the tower, he immediately took a few steps back and gave orders to the Ironborn archers.
Whoosh, whoosh!
The Ironborn archers, upon receiving the order, drew their bows and shot their comrades without mercy.
Crackling!
In the tower, green flames were burning on a large number of wooden blocks and corpses. Outside the tower, Victarion directed the ironmen to throw stones and mud into the wildfire to speed up its extinction.
At the entrance to the stairs on the third floor of the tower, Trogg commanded the remaining spearmen, carrying various sundries to block the entrance to the stairs.
Once the specialized wildfires below are extinguished, this will be their last line of defense.
Although the wood used by the logistics force to repair the tower is specially selected to be strong and flame-resistant, it will not last long given the burning speed of wildfires.
Fortunately, Troger won't have to wait too long this time.
"Here they come! Reinforcements are coming!"
Not long after the wildfire was lit, the surprised cheers of the archers suddenly came from the top of the tower.
Trogg in the tower heard the sound and smiled on his face. The pressure that had accumulated on him finally relaxed.
Rumble!
To the north of the King's Road, there was a thunderous sound of horse hooves, and more than two thousand cavalrymen with male mermaid flags and tridents rushed towards the Bay of Cailin.
When the northern army of 31,000 people left the Gulf of Carlin, there were only over 26,000 people.
Among them, 2,000 soldiers were sent to Deepwood Castle in advance, 1,000 soldiers were in Torun Square City, and the remaining 2,000 cavalry, under the name of Mandalay family cavalry, stayed in the area closest to Carlin Bay.
In White Harbor.
After riding for most of the day, these two thousand cavalry finally arrived at Moat Cailin before they were captured by the Ironborn.
Under the leadership of the White Harbor garrison commander, Sir Marlon Manderly, they did not divide their troops. Instead, more than two thousand cavalry formed a torrent of steel and quickly approached the Drunken Tower on the left.
The formidable ironmen are good at sea battles, fearless in jumping gangs, and amazing water skills.
Now on land, they are facing a group charge of more than two thousand cavalry with short attacks and long attacks. No matter how high the morale of these iron people is, it is of no use.
The progress of attacking the Drunkard Tower is far behind that of the City Gate Tower, and the pikemen inside have not even set off the hidden wildfire.
Facing the cavalry charge, the ironmen outside the Drunkard Tower had no choice but to greet them with pale faces.
Bang!
ah!
The strong northern war horses collided rapidly among the ironmen. The long swords in the hands of the cavalry were alternately harvesting the lives of the ironmen.
This group of ironmen who were ferocious and ferocious just now are now like a group of leeks harvested by scythes, looking extremely miserable.
In front of the city gate tower, Victarion watched with a livid face as the enemy cavalry on the other side of the Drunkard Tower slaughtered his own ironmen.
Rumble!
Just when he was trying to join the Ironborn in the direction of the Son of the Forest Tower and making a desperate effort, the sound of horse hooves was heard again from the causeway between the three towers.
When Victarion heard the sound, his neck stiffened and he turned around to look,
On the narrow causeway, a ferocious giant wolf covered in refined armor with the direwolf family crest painted on the armor, carrying a cavalryman holding a giant sword, was rapidly approaching the city gate tower.
"Oh my god! What a...monster!"
"The dead never die!"
The ironmen near the city gate tower instantly panicked when they saw the ferocious giant wolf that was much taller than the war horse.
Human beings are always full of fear of things they don't understand.
"What are you afraid of? Just treat it like a tall war horse! If you still want to go back alive, cheer up!"
Victarion mustered up his courage and shouted at the panicked Ironborn, not sure if it was to embolden them or to embolden himself.
After roaring, Victarion, feeling that his courage had returned to him again, held the giant ax in both hands and charged towards the giant wolf.
As soon as Victarion approached the giant wolf, he swung his huge ax and tried to cut off the giant wolf's legs.
Unexpectedly, this smart giant wolf had already seen through his intention, and suddenly raised its two front legs and stood up, avoiding his sweeping attack.
Bang!
The giant wolf raised its two front legs and stepped heavily on Victarion's body, trampling him directly to the ground.
Click!
puff!
Even Victarion, who was wearing heavy armor, could not bear the weight of the giant wolf. His chest collapsed obviously and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
Robb, who was firmly seated in the riding seat of Bloodwind's new wolf armor, turned to look at the wildfire burning in the city gate tower. Knowing that he was a little late, he said to Bloodwind angrily: "Bloodwind,
kill him!"
Aww!
Upon hearing Robb's order, Bloodwind opened his wolf's mouth and bit Victarion's head, which was under his claws.
With this bite, the bloody wind did not bite through the sea monster helmet, which was well made and had excellent texture.
It bit the hard head tightly, stepped on Victarion's body with both claws, and pulled the head to the side.
Blood splashed in the air, and Victarion's head, which was wearing a sea monster helmet, and a section of his white spine were torn off by the bloody wind.
After Victarion's death, in the ensuing battle in the Gulf of Cailin, under the attack of the supporting cavalry from the north and south, the remaining less than 1,500 ironmen threw away their weapons and knelt down to surrender.
Although they believe in the Drowned God, they believe in the saying that "the dead will not die, they will rise again, and the situation will be stronger."
But in the face of absolute strength, as long as you have the desire to live, you can abandon anything.
Robb, who was riding on the back of Bloodwind, looked at the large group of ironmen kneeling on the ground. He turned to look in the direction of the Sunset Sea and murmured: "Tywin, you are setting up a net, and so am I.
We are also setting up a net. However, I have poked a big hole in your net.