How could the commander of the right-wing infantry of Winterfell give up this opportunity to beat the drowned dog and directly issue an attack order?
In the infantry formation on the right, the first row of shield soldiers immediately raised their shields and turned sideways after receiving the order. The overall look was like a shutter door being opened sideways.
Groups of Winterfell infantrymen armed with bucklers and one-handed swords rushed out from behind them.
The eyes of these infantrymen were hot and they were full of fighting spirit. Because the group of cavalrymen who fell down a few meters in front of them and were struggling to get up were like a bunch of military exploits coming to their door.
"A trip horse rope, a few iron chains can take down more than 200 cavalry. I really like Robb's dishonorable method!
Everything is in his plan, has he grown to this point? It's really scary!"
Looking at the unsuspicious right-wing battlefield, Theon felt a complex emotion toward Robb, a mixture of admiration and a little fear.
On the path of the cavalry charge on the left, Locke, who joined several cavalrymen who fell off their horses but were lucky enough to survive, had already seen the destruction of the cavalry on the right.
At present, there are very few cavalry left on the left, and most of the heavy cavalry on the front are still alive, but they are firmly bitten by the enemy's pikemen who are not afraid of death and cannot escape at all.
There is still hope!
Locke's eyes fell on the three thousand infantry troops charging behind him.
As long as the infantry of the Bolton family can take over the battle with the Winterfell infantry.
If the heavy cavalry can break free from their entanglement, then they who still have most of their strength will definitely still be the Bolton family's trump card.
"Let's go meet the infantry."
After analyzing the battlefield situation in his mind and making a decision, Locke immediately said to the surviving cavalry.
Their horses had already turned into corpses on the ground, so they could only run toward the infantry camp.
Looking at the Bolton family infantry getting closer and closer, Locke showed a knowing smile on his face.
Da da da!
A sound of horse hooves familiar to Locke, made by thousands of horsemen traveling with him, reached his ears, and his smile froze on his face.
Because it is impossible for the Bolton family to have such a number of cavalry. Even if Ramsay arrived in time, his hundreds of cavalry would not be able to make such a noise.
They saw that directly behind the Bolton family's infantry formation, a cavalry unit numbering at least two thousand and carrying direwolf flags was attacking them.
"Impossible!!! I sent scout cavalry to survey the area.
How could there be so many cavalry appearing behind you? Where are they hiding?"
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"They never imagined that we have been hiding behind them!"
Standing on the back of a hill, Robb looked ahead from a distance. No longer hiding the traces of his march, Locke's troops were advancing at full speed and chuckled at Lord Rickard beside him.
"Lord Robb, your wisdom is as awesome as the Great Wall of Despair!"
Some time ago, Lord Rickard, who was astonished when he saw Robb emerging from the carriage transporting timber, was completely impressed by his recent methods, and now he sincerely complimented him.
"Count Rickard, you are so polite. In fact, this is all the result of Blood Wind!"
Robb replied with a smile and continued,
"The eyesight, speed, and endurance of the Bolton family's reconnaissance cavalry are far from comparable to that of Bloodwind. Let Bloodwind track them from a distance and then send me their location. Then we can hide in the blind spot behind them forever.
Therefore, their scout cavalry is useless in front of us. Of course, others cannot learn from this method."
"Lord Robb, don't be too polite. The Bolton family has been in your plan from the beginning of this war. You just need me as a conspicuous target to attract his attention."
Earl Rickard still thought about many things clearly during this period. He continued,
"Let me lead the four thousand country warrior infantry I summoned to attract the attention of the Dreadfort. In fact, the elite soldiers of Winterfell have already set off and hid in the woods near the Dreadfort.
Logistics transport carriages were then used to continuously transport soldiers to and hide in specially prepared military tents every day.
The Bolton family's reconnaissance cavalry have always kept their sights ahead, but they never expected that you are right under their noses."
"Under the candlestick, the place where the candle cannot shine is the darkest and easiest place to hide."
Listening to Lord Rickard's narration, Robb smiled and summed it up in one sentence.
"What a simple yet profound truth!"
"Your Majesty, thank you for your praise. Yesterday's hero named Trogg was quite good. I'm going to transfer him to Winterfell."
"Indeed, he is an excellent commander. Lord Robb, that's... the signal is coming!"
In fact, there is no need for Count Rickard to remind him. Basically everyone can see the eye-catching smoke.
Robb looked at the wolf smoke with firm eyes, drew out the long sword on the saddle, pointed forward and shouted: "Attack!"
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call!
The war horse under his crotch has fully accelerated, and Robb can hear the wind in his ears through his helmet. The blood wind, whose size is gradually comparable to that of the war horse, follows him at the same speed.
In this kind of large-scale army battle, Robb did not let Nymeria and the maiden follow them to the battlefield. They were not strong enough in combat and were still developing, so they could easily die due to unexpected circumstances.
Robb was currently in the middle of a charge formation composed of 1,400 Winterfell cavalry and 600 Karstark cavalry.
This time he did not lead the charge on the front line.
At the front are the lancers led by Little Jon, followed by the light cavalry led by him and Eddard, and finally the Karstark cavalry led by Lord Rickard and the Winterfell archers.
Personal bravery is of course very important in Westeros, but reasonable and correct tactical strategies are equally important.
The siege of the Dreadfort was an eventful one. When Locke's troops attacked, the Union army was in a position of being attacked from both sides.
But when Winterfell's elite infantry appeared, they were blocked and entangled. When Robb's troops charged, the Locke troops in the middle were in a position of being attacked from both sides.
It's like layer upon layer of sandwich biscuits. Well, the Rock Troopers who are now being regarded as sandwich biscuits definitely don't like this description.
In the blink of an eye, the Winterfell cavalry were about to catch up with the running Locke infantry.
Whoosh!
As soon as they entered the attack range of Winterfell's horse archers, they, who were at the rear, immediately drew their bows and fired.
The cavalry troops appearing behind them obviously caught the infantrymen off guard, and they began to panic and commotion.
And the sudden rain of arrows quickly expanded the commotion.
The infantry of Locke's army were originally composed of shield-bearing infantry in the front and ordinary infantry in the rear.
Their thousands of troops, even if they were usually lined up, could not swap the shield soldiers in front with the infantry in the rear while maintaining the basic formation in a short period of time.
Not to mention being attacked by a rain of arrows from Winterfell's cavalry, the infantry suddenly scattered like ants that had been poked into their nest.