With a look of despair on his face, Theon was imprisoned in the prison of Pyke City's Blood Keep.
He entered Park City full of enthusiasm and wanted to stop his father from fighting this impossible battle, but he was treated like this.
"Since you and that little wolf cub are brothers, I want to see if he is willing to trade Yara for you."
Standing outside the prison, Baron, expressionless, spoke in an indifferent tone.
"Father, it seems that you really don't have me as a son anymore, right?"
From the moment they met, he could completely feel the difference in how Balon and Robb treated him. When Theon heard that Balon was going to trade him for Yara, he asked with a sad tone.
"Hmph, my son, Balon, should be a man like Rodrik and Malen who died bravely in battle.
Instead of dressing up like a green land bitch and being as close as a brother to the enemy who killed his brother."
Balon sneered, and after telling Theon his true thoughts without mercy, he turned to a young and strong ironman next to him and ordered,
"Quinton, arrange for people to guard him, and then mobilize all the people in Pike City who can participate in the battle to go to the city gate tower to do defense work.
I have sent out ravens to inform the leaders on other islands that they will soon gather the ironborn to come to the rescue.
After they defeat the wolf cubs, the entire northern territory will belong to our iron brood!"
"Father, you are dreaming! Do you know how strong Robb's army at Winterfell is?
I know, because I personally participated in the training of Winterfell's army!
Maybe one ironborn can fight with one Winterfell soldier to death, but when the number increases to 10, 100, or 1,000, the scattered ironborn will only be massacred by them.
Moreover, there are only about 20,000 people in the entire Iron Islands, and Robb's army is more than 30,000. Moreover, he also has a giant wolf that you absolutely cannot defeat!
Surrender!
After surrendering, you will still be the King of the Iron Islands and can join Robb's camp to plunder the entire South!"
Theon, who was in prison, heard that Balon still wanted to resist. He grabbed the prison bars with both hands and tried to make Balon understand the difference in strength between the two sides, so that Balon would change his mind and surrender to Robb.
"Tsk tsk, look at your appearance as a loyal dog of the Stark family."
After hearing what Xion said, Balon not only didn't believe it, but instead shook his head with a look of disgust. After saying this, he turned around and left.
The young ironborn that Balon ordered just now is named Quinton Greyjoy. He is Theon's cousin and the captain of the longship Salt Girl.
Previously, he led people to control Ramsay's dozen or so relatives, but there was a small battle and his right leg was injured, so he stayed in Pike City and did not participate in the invasion of the north.
Quinton stretched his head, looked at Balon who had walked away, turned around and asked in a low voice: "Xion, is the King of the North's army really as powerful as you say? And what is the giant wolf you are talking about?
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"What I said is true. Robb's army as a whole has a very strong combat effectiveness. If it is a naval battle, you may still have a chance. Now that they have landed, you will definitely not be able to defeat him.
As for the giant wolf, it was a giant direwolf he raised. When it was put on armor, it became a terrifying and ruthless killing monster.
Cousin Quinton, please try again to persuade my father! Wouldn’t it be a better choice to surrender and ally with Robb to plunder the south and make a fortune together?”
When Theon heard the question, he answered Quinton truthfully. At the end of the sentence, he didn't forget to ask him to persuade Balon.
After hearing this, Quinton didn't make any expression, he just turned around and limped out of the prison.
After walking out of the prison, Quinton followed Balon's instructions and gathered people to go to the city gate tower. Although the Ironmen were both men and women, there were no more than five hundred people in Pike City now.
Woo!
When Quinton arranged the gate tower guards in place, a trumpet sound reached their ears.
They followed the sound and saw a group of green land soldiers lined up in neat formation, arriving in the open space in front of Pike City.
Thump, thump!
After lagging behind Theon who was riding for a long time, Clay finally arrived at Pyke City with two thousand infantrymen from Winterfell.
They marched to the outside of the bow and arrow range of the city gate tower, and stood quietly in a neat military formation. With a murderous aura, they rushed toward the ironmen on the city gate tower.
Ouch!
A terrifying giant wolf covered in exquisite armor jumped quickly and nimbly onto a hillside, and roared in the sky at the iron types on the city gate tower.
Gulu!
Quinton looked at the giant armored wolf who didn't know what he had eaten, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
No wonder, Xion said that we have no chance of winning. This thing cannot be matched by human power!
Looking at the military appearance of Winterfell soldiers in front of the city gate tower, and the giant armored wolf that intimidated the entire audience, Quinton secretly had some thoughts in his mind.
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The northern terrain of Pyke Island is a headland, and Pike City is built on the headland. The southern terrain is a variety of gentle slopes with moderate undulations and gentle slopes close to sea level.
After all, it was impossible for King's Harbor to be built on a headland, so it was built far away to the south. The square fortress of the Portelli family was in the middle of a relatively flat gentle slope not far from King's Harbor.
When Pike City was surrounded by infantry led by Clay and Bloodwind arranged by Robb.
The square fortress of the Botelli family, far away from Pike City, is engaged in a fierce battle with the soldiers of the Dreadfort.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
At the outer fence of the Botley family's square fortress, a group of female ironmen were struggling to draw their bows and shoot at the soldiers of the Dreadfort in the distance.
The Ironborn are indeed worthy of being a race where all the people are soldiers. These female Ironborn are physically strong and can kill people with their bows as well as the male Ironborn.
Duh, duh, duh!
Sharp arrows continued to hit the kite shield in the hands of the Dreadfort soldiers, and most of the arrows were blocked, but some of the Ironborn's special arrows could actually penetrate the kite shield.
However, after these special arrows were blocked by the kite shield, their power was greatly reduced, making it difficult for them to kill the soldiers behind them.
Eight hundred soldiers from the Dreadfort continued to approach the square fortress of the Botelli family with kite shields on their heads.
"We are the tough and fearless Ironborn who have always invaded our enemies. Now these bitches from the Green Land have invaded our Pyke Island and asked us to chop off their heads and make them into drinking cups!
The dead will never die!"
In front of the square fortress of the Portley family, more than 300 ironmen who had fled from King's Harbor and less than a hundred soldiers of the Botley family were quietly listening to the battle of the lord of King's Port, Shavin Botley.
speak before.
When Shawen raised his arms and shouted "The dead shall never die", all the ironmen let out a roar, armed with various weapons, and rushed out in a swarm through the open wooden gate.
The Ironborn and the soldiers of the Dreadfort soon came into close combat. Of course, the Ironborn had no formation at all.
When the soldiers of the Dreadfort charged, their formation was already somewhat scattered. After being attacked by hundreds of ironmen, the formation instantly collapsed.
The battle between the Ironborn and the soldiers of the Dreadfort turned into a bloody brawl.
The sharp ax in the hand of an ironman had just chopped off the left hand of a Dreadfort soldier. Immediately, the Dreadfort soldier next to him stabbed his neck with a sword, and blood spurted far away.
Before the Dreadfort soldier could retract his long sword from the Ironborn's neck, a short spear as long as a forearm was thrown from an unknown Ironborn hand, and penetrated directly into the eyes of such a Dreadfort soldier.
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The battlefield in front of the square fortress turned into a bloody slaughterhouse of blood and minced meat.
"Ah! Ah!"
A soldier from the Dreadfort standing at the rear of the battlefield couldn't stand the visual impact of the flesh and blood stumps in front of him. He suddenly collapsed and turned around and ran back.
call out!
An arrow fell from the sky and accurately hit his heart. The Dreadfort soldier had no time to scream and fell heavily to the ground.
"Hey, these new recruits are really useless."
At the very back of the battlefield, Ramsay, who was riding a horse, put away the bow and arrow in his hand and muttered softly.
Looking at his own soldiers who had been crushed by half of the Ironborn, Ramsay turned his head and ordered to his personal follower Aelin: "If this continues, those eight hundred new soldiers will be defeated by the damn Ironborn. Let the archers
Let’s shoot arrows!”
"Count Ramsay, we have more people than the other side. If we fire arrows, we may lose our troops..."
Aelin heard Ramsay's words and replied hesitantly.
"Even if I trade two useless recruits for one powerful Ironborn, isn't it still a good deal?
As for the loss of troops!
Haha, the King of the North should have asked us to lose our troops. The greater our losses, the more relieved he will be.
Otherwise, if five to six thousand northern troops press on the border together, this small square fortress will be flattened by us in an instant."
Ramsay chuckled at Aelin and told his guess about Robb.
Aylin nodded, immediately turned around and shouted to the two hundred archers reserved at the rear: "Pull the bow!"
The two hundred archers of the Dreadfort hesitated slightly before obeying the order and pulling the bow strings in their hands.
"shooting!"
Following Aelin's order, the two hundred archers loosened their bowstrings, and the arrows in their hands immediately shot toward the front, where the more than a thousand soldiers from both sides were fighting desperately.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Two hundred arrows fell like raindrops, and among the Ironborn and Dreadfort soldiers who were fighting, some were constantly hit by arrows and fell to the ground.
These arrows cannot distinguish between friend and foe, and the flesh and blood bodies on the battlefield are mercilessly penetrated by these arrows.
One wave, two waves, three waves!
These arrow rains seemed to never stop, turning all the enemy and enemy soldiers covering the battlefield into corpses covered with arrows.
Shavin, who was hit by an arrow in his left shoulder, watched helplessly as his second son Tristephan was pricked into a hedgehog by arrows on the battlefield covered by arrows.
He looked at the dwindling ironmen and shouted with a sad face: "Retreat, return to the fortress!"
When the Ironmen around Shavin heard his call, they all shouted for retreat and ran towards the fortress behind them.
More and more Ironborn heard the sound of retreating around them. Covered in blood, they left the battlefield one after another and ran quickly towards the fortress behind them, for fear of being pursued by enemy soldiers.
In fact, the soldiers of the Dreadfort behind them did not have the courage to continue the pursuit.
The morale of these new recruits in the Dreadfort was already on the verge of collapse. If it weren't for Ramsay's merciless and indiscriminate arrow rain attack, they would definitely be defeated by the Ironborn with only half their number.
Ramsay frowned and looked at the cowering soldiers on the battlefield. He was about to shoot a few of them, and then put a heavy bounty on them to boost their morale and capture the fortress in one go. When a Winterfell cavalry rode up to him.
"Lord Ramsay, His Majesty Robb orders you not to capture this fortress before sunset tomorrow."
The Winterfell cavalry came to Ramsay and spoke Robb's order.
"Okay, I will definitely capture it before sunset tomorrow... huh? Can't capture it?"
Ramsay nodded and was about to open his mouth to make a guarantee when he suddenly realized what he was doing and looked at the messenger cavalry in surprise.
"Yes, His Majesty Robb specifically emphasized that this fortress cannot be captured. He also asked me to tell you that there is no need to return to King's Harbor and camp on the spot. Someone will send tents and other items to you."
"Well, I understand."
"Then I'll go back and resume my life."
Seeing Ramsay nodding in agreement, the messenger cavalry immediately rode away.
Looking at his back, Ramsay frowned and whispered to himself: "Let me attack this fortress, but I can't capture it. What the hell does the King of the North want to do?"
Ramsay, who was a little confused, simply shook his head and ordered Aelin to lead his men to clean up the battlefield and wait for the camp supplies to arrive before setting up camp.
Not long after the messenger cavalry had left, a transport team composed of many King's Harbor slave laborers delivered camp supplies to Ramsay.
After the transport team delivered the supplies, they did not leave. Instead, they obeyed Robb's order, leaving the transport carriage outside the camp, and joined Ramsay's army.
Ramsay had no choice but to obey any of his orders from the King in the North who was currently overwhelming him and completely unable to resist.
As night gradually fell, Clay's troops surrounding Pike City and Ramsay's troops surrounding the Portley family's fortress both set up camp and lit bonfires, corresponding to each other in the south and north.
Blah, blah!
At the dark outlet of King's Harbor, forty longships with furled rectangular sails moved silently on the sea like ghosts in the night.
These forty longships are the Ironborn army assembled by the noble families of Great Wyk Island and Salt Cliff Island.
They were closer to Pyke Island and had already assembled on Salt Cliff Island in the afternoon. However, they did not go to Pyke Island immediately. Instead, they waited until night fell before heading towards Pyke Island at night.
As pirates who often go to sea, identifying the direction of the ship at night is an essential skill, and Salt Cliff Island is very close to Pike Island.
The Ironborn are very familiar with this sea area, and they will not go wrong even if they drive along the coast with their eyes closed.
Thanks to the efforts of the oarsmen, these long-sailed boats sailed quickly towards the equally dark King's Harbor.
The King's Harbor was completely silent at the moment. Except for the always-lit lighthouse, there were no candles at all. It was like a dead city.
Bang!
After these longships approached the port, the ironmen on board quickly set up gangplanks and rushed into the King's Harbor with weapons in hand.
"Leader Geode, brothers have just searched. There is no one in King's Port, and there are no valuables or supplies. It must have been looted by the bitches from the Green Land.
They also discovered that there were a large number of bonfires outside Pike City, and there were also bonfires outside the Portley family's fortress, but they were much smaller."
A short man with long hair shawl reported to the temporary commander of these forty longships, the leader of Great Wyk Island, Gerold Gubler.
Ge'old is a sturdy man. He wears the Ironborn's iconic leather armor. What's more special is that he wears a belt made of spotted wool.
Geode nodded, touched his beard, and muttered: "The letter from Pike City said that about two thousand people surrounded them.
King's Harbor must have been looted by them, and they are now preparing to loot Pike City and the Botelli family respectively.
Leader Dono, you first send a few brothers to find out how many enemies there are outside the Botelli family.
If they are small in number, we will kill them first, then join up with the Botelli family, and finally attack the enemies in Pike City together."
The short leader of Salt Cliff Island, Dono Sutcliffe, nodded and immediately arranged for manpower to conduct investigation.
Geode commanded each noble family to count their numbers and make preparations for the war.
Forty longships carried a total of 2,300 Ironborn warriors, a rescue force put together by five noble families on the two islands.
Soon, the ironmen who were familiar with Pyke Island came back from reconnaissance and reported news about the enemy.
Knowing that the enemies besieging the Portelli family, including some slave workers, numbered less than a thousand, Greg immediately asked the heads of each family to lead their own Ironborn warriors to conduct a night attack on the enemies.
For the Ironborn, there is no such thing as tactics or formations. They only need to do one thing, and that is to kill all the enemies.
Geode led a large group of black ironmen toward the camp where the soldiers of the Dreadfort were stationed, quietly.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Bang!
Several arrows shot out from the darkness, and several soldiers standing guard at the Dreadfort soldier camp were hit by arrows and fell to the ground in an instant.
"Kill them all!"
"The dead never die!"
The roars of the Ironborn were heard one after another, and 2,300 Ironborn armed themselves with weapons and charged towards the camp ahead.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A hail of arrows shot out from the Dreadfort camp, instantly hitting all the ironmen at the front who had almost rushed to the camp.
In the camp, Ramsay's face was extremely ugly. With the help of the camp fire and moonlight, he could barely see the large group of enemies clearly.
Ramsay, who couldn't sleep because of Robb's unusual order today, kept thinking about it and asked his more than 700 soldiers to take turns to rest and be on guard.
Therefore, when the Ironborn launched an attack, he immediately organized some archers to fight back.
It turns out that this damn Robb Stark used me as bait!
Marder, these new recruits from the Dreadfort alone can't defeat so many Ironborn. You have to find a way to escape!
After seeing the number of enemies clearly, and before the official battle between the two sides started, he was already ready to find an opportunity to escape.
The ironmen in the Portley family fortress also heard the fighting here. Lord Shavin once again gathered the remaining ironmen and rushed towards the Dreadfort camp.
Because the distance was too close, the archers of the Dreadfort only had time to shoot a second arrow before they were rushed into the camp by the strangely screaming ironborn army.
Another bloody melee began, with the soldiers of the Dreadfort and the Ironborn fighting with each other in the camp.
Ramsay held a bow and arrow, accurately shooting the ironborn approaching him, while approaching the only dozen or so horses in the camp.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Suddenly, on a low slope on the left side of the Dreadfort camp, hundreds of burning special rockets, like fireflies in the sky, flew toward the second half of the Ironborn army that had not yet approached the camp.
Bah!
Duh, duh!
These special arrows will cause great damage when hitting an Ironborn. Some rockets will even ignite and burn the Ironborn's body after killing him.
However, their main function is not to kill the enemy!
Outside the Dreadfort camp, there are many transport carriages specially placed by slave workers arranged by Robb.
After the rockets hit these transport carriages, they quickly burned and illuminated the entire battlefield like daylight.
Boom!
The sound of the galloping hooves of thousands of horses sounded from the low slope on the left. Seeing the Ironborn army being attacked by rockets from behind, Geold immediately understood that he had been trapped.
He shouted loudly: "The iron people on Great Wyk Island all turned their heads to respond to the enemy. There are enemy cavalry approaching from behind!"
The Ironborn of Great Wyk Island, to which Geold belonged, immediately loudly conveyed his order, and the Ironborn army instantly split into two parts.
Some of them continued to attack the Dreadfort camp, while others stayed in place, holding their weapons tightly and turning their heads to wait for the enemy cavalry behind them.
Boom!
As the enemy cavalry quickly approached, in the blazing fire of the surrounding transport carriages, Geode could clearly see that these green land cavalry were actually hundreds of heavy cavalry, even their horses were covered in armor.
"Run! Run into the camp!"
The knowledgeable Geode, who was well aware of the terror of heavy cavalry, suddenly lost all hope of fighting, shouted loudly, and turned around to run away first.
However, it would be more foolish to run away from the approaching cavalry than to face them.
Boom, boom, boom!
Using the bright firelight, five hundred heavy cavalry charged straight into the pile of fleeing ironmen, instantly knocking down the ironmen running at the end.
These ironmen who fell to the ground had no time to struggle to get up before countless horses' hooves trampled over them, trampling them into a ball of limp corpses.
Bala, Bala!
The lances of the heavy cavalry kept stabbing the ironmen. These usually ferocious and cruel ironmen were completely like lambs running for their lives at this moment.
Behind the five hundred heavy cavalry, there were five hundred light cavalry. They followed the path of flesh and blood trodden by the heavy cavalry, constantly harvesting the lives of the ironmen.
The ironborn outside the Dreadfort camp fled in panic, while the ironborn who rushed into the camp continued to fight, and the ironborn from the Portley family fortress were approaching the camp.
On the low slope on the left side of the Dreadfort camp, Robb was riding on a war horse, looking down at the extremely chaotic battlefield. He ordered Owen, the commander of the Winterfell infantry, to his side: "The fish are all in the net. Blow the horn.
Notice to close the network!"
Owen nodded and immediately blew a dark horn in his hand.
Woo!
The melodious horn sounded, and the two thousand elite infantrymen of Winterfell who were ambushed in the darkness of the Dreadfort camp quickly formed a circular military formation surrounding the entire camp, marching in neat steps towards the camp to encircle them.
The first to come into contact with the Winterfell infantry were the outermost group of ironborn led by Shavin.
He thought that these encircled Winterfell infantry were as vulnerable as today's Dreadfort soldiers. Therefore, he directly led more than two hundred ironmen to counterattack.
Bah!
The infantry of Winterfell formed a neat formation, with the shield soldiers in front defending and the pikemen behind them attacking.
With just one neat spear thrust, dozens of these ironmen who had no time to dodge were stabbed with bloody holes all over their bodies.
Shavin, the lord of King's Port, was stabbed in the body by two spears and died in the first round of the spearmen's attack.
The cavalry of Winterfell rode their horses back and forth outside the camp to kill, while the infantry surrounding the camp used their spears to efficiently harvest the lives of the ironmen.
In the light of the blazing flames tonight, the blood appears even brighter red!
Beside the forty longships in King's Harbor, dozens of ironmen who were arranged by Goold to guard the ships also heard the horn sound from the direction of the Botley family.
Just as they were discussing and talking together, a huge black shadow with giant green eyes quickly approached them under the cover of darkness.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Dozens of arrows were shot out from the darkness of King's Harbor, and most of the ironmen guarding the ship fell instantly.
Aww!
After the rain of arrows passed, Bloodwind sprang out from the darkness and killed an Ironborn with one bite, then slaughtered the remaining Ironborn who had no power to fight back.
Dozens of Winterfell soldiers who followed Robb's orders and followed Bloodwind back from Pyke City quickly took over the forty Ironborn longships that arrived.