"Come! The person who kills the most enemies will choose the spoils and women first!"
"Haha, that must be me!"
On the trade road from Horwood City to White Harbor, a group of hundreds of cavalrymen, carrying the banner of the Bolton family, suddenly rushed out of the woods near the trade road, heading towards a caravan ahead with guns and swords raised.
This caravan consists of twelve carriages and dozens of riders. It is considered a large caravan in the north.
The experienced caravan leader was not too panicked. He frowned and glanced at the Bolton family's flag. While asking everyone to speed up, he immediately ordered his men to abandon three less valuable carriages.
However, this group of Bolton family cavalry did not snatch the three abandoned carriages at all.
They came straight towards the caravan that was fleeing in panic.
"Something is wrong! They are not seeking money! They are purely targeting us, stop moving forward!
The carriages were formed into a circle and everyone gathered around the carriages to prepare for battle."
The leader of the caravan who has traveled back and forth between the north and the south for more than ten years, his judgment ability is definitely above average.
He immediately stopped the caravan's escape and deployed simple but effective defensive measures to face the cavalry surprise attack.
However, the mercenaries and free cavalry he recruited could not compare with the elite cavalry of the Bolton family.
The battle was over soon,
After half of the caravan members died, the remaining members surrendered.
Snap, snap!
There was a sound of hoofbeats, and several cavalrymen came to the caravan members who were kneeling on the ground after disarming themselves and were surrounded by the Bolton family cavalry.
"Lord Ramsay!"
"Say hello, sir!"
"Sir, everyone is here except the dead."
When they saw the visitor, the Bolton family cavalry all said hello, and his subordinate Aylin immediately reported the situation to him.
"Um!"
Ramsay nodded, then smiled and asked the man kneeling on the ground, "Who is the leader of the caravan?"
"Lord Ramsay, I am the leader of the caravan. I went to the Dreadfort to do business before, and we greeted each other. Do you remember?"
The caravan leader, who was kneeling on the ground, heard Ramsay's question and quickly stood up to answer. At the same time, he raised his head to let him see clearly.
"Oh? Is it you? Then I will entertain you well today!"
Ramsay's lips curved into a sinister smile, and he turned to Aelin behind him and said,
"Set up a peeling stand and let my acquaintance enjoy it first. By the way, do it better and let him enjoy it more!"
"No, no! Lord Ramsay, I dedicate all my goods to you.
I have other assets and I want to redeem my life! Please spare my life!"
The caravan leader heard that Ramsay wanted to skin him.
Although he had traveled all over the country and had rich experience, he couldn't help but his legs were shaking with fear, and he begged loudly for mercy with tears on his face.
"Very good, you are indeed a valuable person!"
Upon hearing this, Ramsay nodded to the caravan leader with a smile on his face.
Then seeing the leader of the caravan showing a relaxed expression of escaping death, he said to Elin in a wicked way, "Don't waste his valuable body, feed it to my hunting dogs!"
"Hehe, follow your orders!"
Aelin, who had been following Ramsay for a long time, gave a timely apology and led others to drag the caravan leader away.
"No! No!...
Ramsay Snow, you bastard son of a bitch, I curse you, I curse you to die worse than me in the future!"
The leader of the caravan who was dragged away initially begged for mercy, but when he realized that he was going to die, he began to curse.
Ramsay showed an exaggerated expression of fear, plucked his ears, and said to the prisoners kneeling on the ground: "Your leader scolded me, and I was very scared! Therefore, I am going to kill you all to prevent you from letting go."
I died worse than him!"
"No, my lord! Please have mercy!"
"Sir, we are just mercenaries. Your cavalry is coming. We must surrender immediately!"
"grown ups!……"
When the prisoners kneeling on the ground heard Ramsay's words, they immediately started wailing and begging for mercy.
"Ahem, Lord Ramsay, please don't forget our purpose today!"
At this time, among the people riding with Ramsay, a young rider spoke.
"Oh, dear Sam! I almost forgot if you hadn't reminded me!"
Ramsay turned his head with an expression of realization and answered to the young rider.
Sam hated Ramsay extremely in his heart, but he still said with respect on his face: "I am honored to remind you, otherwise I will fail to live up to the role that our family sent me here."
"Yes, I can't disrupt that adult's arrangement!"
Ramsay nodded respectfully in agreement, then turned to the prisoners and said, "You are lucky today! I, Ramsay of House Bolton, declare that half of you will survive.
From now on, the last half of the people standing can leave."
After Ramsay announced his decision with a smile, he turned around and left.
"ah!"
A mercenary who understood what he meant took out a dagger hidden in his boot and inserted it directly into the neck of a caravan member next to him.
This scream seemed to wake up all the prisoners, and they started beating each other.
Use your fists, your head, and your mouth to try hard to prevent the caravan members you once traveled with from standing up.
Listening to the roars and screams behind him, a smile appeared on Ramsay's lips.
Sam's face was ashen as he looked at the prisoners being beaten. His hands holding the horse's reins were clenched tightly, and veins burst out in his hands.
He took a deep breath, still remembering his mission, and chased in the direction of Ramsay with the three wolf guards behind him who had the same expression.
…
There are two types of merchant routes in the north. One is to transport by land, passing through the Gulf of Cailin to the southern borders. The other is to transport by sea through the White Harbor of Biting Bay.
White Harbor is the main trading port in the north, located at the mouth of the White Blade River where it merges into Biting Bay.
This is a frost-free port. Even in winter, people can pass here to trade with the southern port cities and the nine free city-states.
New Castle is the residential castle of the Mandalay family, located on a hill within the walls of White Harbor. The castle stairs lead directly from the Wolf's Den at the bottom of the mountain to New Castle on the mountain.
Lord Wyman Manderly, who is comparable in weight to King Robert, is sitting in his luxuriously decorated study, frowning at the raven letter in his hand.
"All caravans heading to White Harbor were attacked by the Bolton family's cavalry? Including caravans directly affiliated with other noble families?"
Count Wyman, who was silent while looking at the letter, suddenly raised his head and asked Bachelor Flo next to him.
"Yes, Lord Weiman!"
The gray-haired Bachelor Flo nodded and continued in a slow tone,
"Basically only half of the caravans that encountered the Bolton family's cavalry survived. According to them, the cruel Ramsay Snow forced them to kill each other to survive."
"Instead of killing them all, you let them go. Are you using their mouths to publicize this matter?"
Turning a gemstone ring on his hand, Count Weiman's eyes were full of contemplation.
It can be seen that his shrewdness is directly proportional to his size.
"Have the Starks and Boltons responded?"
Earl Wyman continued to ask.
"The Stark family has not responded yet. It should be that after Lord Eddard became Hand of the King, Lord Robb just took over as acting city lord and is still sorting out the internal affairs of Winterfell.
The Bolton family responded, and Lord Roose replied that the bastard Ramsay had defected with some of the family's cavalry, and he was being pursued."
"Haha, what a joke, Roose Bolton led the Bolton family army, which is the second most powerful in the North, and he still hasn't tracked down his illegitimate son for so long?"
Earl Wyman chuckled, continued to look at the letter in his hand, and murmured,
"I seem to smell something bad.
Lord Eddard had just taken office in the distant King's Landing, and the young Wolf Lord had just taken over Winterfell. Such chaos occurred in the North.
But this 'Master Leech' of the Burton family has always been good at calculations, shouldn't he use such clumsy means?"