A Winterfell siege infantryman luckily escaped the attack of the Bolton defenders and was about to climb up the wall of the Dreadfort along the siege ladder.
As soon as he showed his head, he saw a Bolton defender holding a stone. The two of them were stunned, and then they immediately reacted.
The swords of the Winterfell infantry pierced the chests of the Bolton defenders, and the stones of the Bolton defenders also hit the opponent's face heavily.
This heroic Winterfell infantry screamed and fell down, but the next Winterfell infantry took advantage of the fact that there was no one to fill the defensive gap and jumped up the city wall.
Third place, fourth place...
A small group of Winterfell infantry gradually gained a foothold on the city wall and began a brutal close-quarters fight with the Bolton defenders.
"superior!"
Luce, standing at the rocky steps at the rear of the city wall, saw the gap at a glance.
He waved his hand at the Bolton soldiers waiting in line on the rock stairs, and the group of Bolton soldiers rushed fiercely towards the Winterfell infantry who climbed up the city wall.
Thick blood flowed along the stone slabs of the city wall, and broken limbs with irregular bones exposed were everywhere. This gap in the city wall looked like a crowded slaughterhouse.
Winterfell soldiers continued to pour in, and the Bolton defenders also lined up on the steps of the inner city wall, waiting to fill the vacancies.
"I didn't see Rickard's cavalry from the beginning to the end, but the few hundred cavalry can't change anything."
Even though the gap in the city wall had not been filled, Luce still looked calm. After making a judgment in his heart, he issued a counterattack order to his attendants.
"Inform Locke to start the attack! Let the cavalry in the city prepare to attack."
In a hilly area one kilometer away from the battlefield, Locke's troops were already prepared. As soon as they received Luce's order, they began to march quickly toward the rear of the Union Army's tent.
As a capable subordinate recognized by Luce, Locke also has considerable combat experience.
He clearly assigned the offensive methods of his troops.
Once within the attack range, five hundred heavily armored knights wrapped like iron cans will charge head-on.
With their powerful impact and excellent defense, basically only one charge is needed to penetrate the combined army.
The other five hundred light cavalrymen of the Bolton family were divided into two teams and circled from the left and right wings. When the heavy cavalry penetrated the formation, they could cut them like sharp blades.
The last three thousand infantrymen encircled and suppressed the deserters whose formation was disrupted and fled in all directions.
Da da da!
As thousands of cavalrymen from Locke's army advanced, the thunderous sound of horse hooves reached the Union Army tent.
But seeing the dense reinforcements of Bolton in the distance, the soldiers guarding the military tent did not panic at all.
Woo! Woo! Woo!
As three consecutive horns sounded like a signal, the military tent in the rear half of the Union army's field was torn open, and densely packed Winterfell soldiers poured out.
At the same time, the transport carriages that were lined up horizontally at the end of the field were pulled away. The recently made ancient Chinese horses on the carriages were quickly placed in front of the carriages by the soldiers.
These horses are cross-fixed by two rows of wooden pillars to form an 'XXX'-shaped frame. These wooden pillars are also inlaid with various sharp iron thorns.
After placing the fortifications properly, these soldiers wearing direwolf-marked mail armor formed their ranks very quickly and regularly, forming the most commonly used defensive square formation.
The first row of pikemen stood on the transport carriage, holding their weapons straight, and the iron guns shone coldly in the sun.
The second row of pikemen rested their iron spearheads against the horses and the tails of their spears against the ground. From the gap between the horses, they pointed diagonally at the Bolton reinforcements who were beginning to accelerate their attack.
On the wall of the Dreadfort, Luce immediately saw the soldiers of Winterfell who suddenly appeared in the joint army.
Although he didn't know how these soldiers managed to hide themselves from the scout cavalry and hide in military tents, in his opinion, his family's heavy cavalry would definitely be able to crush their defensive formation.
However, for the first time, a feeling of panic arose in his heart that the situation on the battlefield was not under control.
Locke could not see the situation in the Union Army's tent. He only saw some obstacles placed by the enemy in front.
In his opinion, those wooden piles would also be smashed into pieces under the charge of heavy cavalry.
And the current situation did not allow him to stop and observe the enemy carefully.
After entering the attack range, the heavy cavalry began to accelerate slowly, and the light cavalry on both sides also began to circle, preparing to attack the enemy's flanks.
The infantry behind them also began to charge with swords raised, but compared to the cavalry, their charging speed was too slow, and the overall formation had been distorted from the beginning of the charge.
"The pikemen stick to their formation, and the archers move to the left wing, drawing their bows and preparing to target the enemy cavalry on the left."
Behind the formation of Winterfell soldiers, the heavily armed Theon looked excited and commanded his troops to adjust their formation. After all, this was the first time he had led an army of more than a thousand people into battle.
"Theon, you forgot to send the signal!"
Owen next to him reminded him expressionlessly.
"Haha, Owen, thank you for reminding me."
As a black smoke rose in the military tent, the war in the rear of the coalition army had begun.
Rumble, rumble!
The five hundred heavily armored cavalry, which had already approached a hundred meters away, seemed to be rushing toward them with rolling thunder.
Ninety meters!
Eighty meters!
Seventy meters!
咴咴咴!...
A heavily armored cavalryman who was rushing at the front lost his horse and fell heavily into a pothole, letting out a miserable scream.
Behind him, a cavalryman who had no time to stop also followed in his footsteps.
Like a chain reaction, several heavily armored cavalry stepped on the holes disguised with branches and fine snow and fell heavily to the ground.
But these cavalrymen did have extraordinary riding skills. Except for those in front who couldn't avoid falling, the rest of the cavalrymen controlled their horses to dodge.
But there were many such traps in these short few dozen meters. When this group of heavy cavalry was about to rush to Juma, they had already lost at least forty or fifty of their companions.
"Hehe, Robb ordered us to have the logistics team secretly dig this horse trap at night. The effect is really good!"
At first, Theon looked at the heavily armored cavalry stepping on the trap and falling to the ground, and said to Owen with a smile.
"Well, it's just that this method is not glorious enough."
Owen, who has a young face, does speak like an old aristocrat.
"Well, you should get to know Jon. On the battlefield, as long as you can effectively kill the enemy, it is a good method."
Xion rolled his eyes when he heard this.
"They'll be here soon, I'll go to the front first!"
Owen didn't say anything more. He pulled down the visor of his helmet with a serious look and walked towards the spearmen's formation.
Of course, when it came to business, Xion would no longer smile playfully. He stretched out his hand to pull down his mask and stared straight ahead.
Puff! Click!
The impact of the heavy cavalry is no joke, they are like a heavy tank, slamming into the horse.
The Juma was knocked to pieces by them, and the improvised spikes on the Juma were unable to penetrate the defense of their thick iron armor.
Phew!
The reaction force that broke off the resisting horses also fed back to the charging horses in the first row. The horses' sternums were shattered to an unknown extent, blood spurted from their mouths, and they fell limply to the ground.
The heavily armored cavalry on their backs fell to the ground, and were trampled mercilessly by the cavalry horses that followed.
puff!
The spear of a heavy cavalryman severely penetrated a pikeman transporting a carriage.
But several sharp iron spearheads next to him also penetrated into his and the horse's bodies, pricking them like rag dolls.