Little Jon was wearing a piece of full-body plate armor that Robb had found for him, which was relatively rare in the North, and he was holding a black spear.
The moment the two camps came into contact, he pierced the stomach of an ordinary infantryman with one shot. Using the powerful impact, he hung the screaming enemy infantryman on the spear and continued to move forward.
The first row of Winterfell lancers may not all be as brave as Little Jon, but they can basically kill an enemy infantry with their spears.
Those who were lucky enough to escape their spears were also directly knocked away by their tight side-by-side charging formation.
In this battlefield where the fighting had just begun, there were sudden shouts of killing and screams of agony.
On Little Jon's black spear, the Bolton family soldier who was being carried was not dead yet. His last will to survive made him tightly hold on to the spear that penetrated him.
But as the war horse shook, the organs in his stomach kept falling out, his hands gradually became loose, his eyes began to lose focus, and it seemed that he would not survive.
Little Jon is indeed a fierce general. Although there is an enemy hanging on the spear, it does not affect his use at all.
He was leading the way, and after using his spear to pierce three enemy infantry in a row, he felt that it was no longer comfortable. He casually threw away the spear and pulled out the standard long sword on his saddle.
Most of the Lancers could not reach the level of Little Jon, but facing this group of panicked and scattered ordinary infantry, they were simply unstoppable.
They used the impact of the cavalry to the fullest, plowing out no man's land in the infantry camp.
The battlefield is never cruel!
After rushing into the enemy infantry camp, Robb slashed violently left and right with his long sword.
Due to the height of the war horse, the long sword in his hand basically pointed at the heads of the enemy infantry. The enemy infantry who were struck by him either had a big gap cut in their necks, or were directly decapitated by him.
Behind him, there were local soldiers who looked like human-shaped fountains.
If Robb was distracted and looked behind him now, he would definitely see in his mind the scene in the Journey to the West movie directed by Hua Guoxing, in which Emperor Yang's expression was exaggerated and he spurted blood.
The bloody wind around him was even more exaggerated, using its huge size to rush forward. The enemy infantry who were lucky were just knocked away by it, but unfortunately, their bodies were torn apart by its claws that were sharper than a long sword.
A brave enemy infantryman, looking at the unstoppable bloody wind, did not run away like other infantrymen.
Instead, he chose to hold the sword in both hands and charge towards the bloody wind.
When the two sides were about to collide, he suddenly fell to the ground sideways and slid towards the lower abdomen in the blind spot of Xue Feng's vision.
Click!
Thanks to Robb's balanced points, Bloodwind's measurements were several times higher than those of a normal direwolf. Although his body was huge, his flexibility was not reduced at all.
A light side jump exposed this courageous and thoughtful enemy infantryman to his sight again.
Then, it lowered its head, opened its serrated wolf mouth, and bit off the infantryman's head with one bite.
Xue Feng, who was chewing the snacks in his mouth, continued to attack without caring, harvesting these fragile lives.
From here we can already see some of the power of the Golden Finger of the Blood Pact. In just about two months, the little wolf cub has been trained into a ferocious and violent battlefield harvester.
Looking at the infantry troops who were suddenly attacked by cavalry behind them and whose formation was completely scattered, Locke knew that the situation was over.
He looked around, trying to find an ownerless war horse to escape with, but as the sound of hoofbeats sounded behind him, the last image that remained in his field of vision was a burly Winterfell cavalry, fully armored.
Little Jon, who had led his team to penetrate the entire enemy infantry camp, saw several soldiers wearing Bolton family mail on the side of the road as he continued to charge. He took care of them with his hands.
After completing the charge, his next target was the tin cans ahead who were being entangled by the Winterfell infantry.
The battle on the walls of the Dreadfort has ended, below the gate of the city wall.
They had already heard the shouts of killing from the direction of the Union Army's tent. Fearing that their retreat would be cut off, the brave infantrymen in Lindong's urban and rural areas roared back to support the camp and hurriedly fled back.
This kind of return was not a defeat, but was better than a defeat, and Trogg could not stop it at all.
Luce now lost his usual composure and was secretly biting his gums while glaring at the battle at the Union Army tent.
Although he had already made a judgment in his heart, he still hoped that some miracle would happen.
Leaving aside the recruited infantry, those cavalry are the fundamental strength of the Bolton family!
As the heavy cavalry was surrounded and overwhelmed by the Winterfell cavalry and infantry, the last hope in his heart was extinguished.
"Order to recruit all men in the city who are taller than a wheel, and let women do the logistical support. After a little training, all the men will participate in defending the city."
Luce turned his head and no longer watched the battle outside the city, and gave orders to the attendants beside him,
"Send a message to Ramsay immediately and tell him the situation of the battle, so that he can avoid the troops in Winterfell and preserve his combat effectiveness."
Looking at the attendants who were ordered to leave quickly, Luce's face was as solemn as water, but he was not desperate yet.
Although the Bolton family suffered heavy losses, as long as the Dreadfort is not lost, the foundation will still remain.
In the siege battles of the past few days, the elite infantry of the Dreadfort had lost more than two hundred people, but they had caused more than ten times the loss to the siege infantry of Winterfell.
In terms of combat strength, the Dreadfort still has more than a thousand elite infantrymen, two hundred cavalry, and the men in the city who are about to be recruited.
In terms of food, the Dreadfort has always been a war fortress, with a special basement for storing food. In addition, many caravan goods have been plundered recently.
Roose is confident that he can hold on to the Dreadfort for several years, but can the soldiers of Winterfell besiege it for several years?
The answer is obviously no!
However, he can only protect the Dreadfort by himself now. Rich places like Stone Iron Town in the Bolton family's territory will definitely be looted.
You underestimate this wolf cub too much, he will become a disaster when he grows up!
With a calculation in mind, Luce immediately walked towards his study in the city. He was going to write a secret letter in his own hand and send it to the lord in the West.
The battle outside the Dreadfort has come to an end. When the Winterfell cavalry raided, the outcome of the battlefield was actually sealed.
What followed was basically a one-sided massacre. After experiencing a cavalry charge, many of the 3,000 heroic infantrymen of the Bolton family dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground with their hands raised to beg for mercy.
But the Bolton family's heavy cavalry were worthy of being loyal to Bolton, and they fought to the death with the Winterfell army.
Robb thrust the long sword in his hand into the gap in the helmet of a heavy cavalryman, and when he pulled it out with force, a stream of bright red blood came out.
A small stream of red mist rose from the heavy armored cavalry who fell to the ground and submerged into his body.
At this moment, Robb's eyes were blood red, and his entire body was covered with a layer of red mist that only he could see.
His fighting spirit continued to rise, and he drove his horse to slash at the enemy. The long sword in his hand had long been damaged, and it was no longer known which weapon he had taken from the enemy.