The green flames were reflected in Luce's pupils, making him, who had always been calm, stunned.
When he reacted, he suddenly pushed the cavalry beside him, pointed at Ramsay who had disappeared without a trace on the city wall, and shouted angrily: "Bring someone to catch that son of a bitch!"
"Uh, yes, yes! Sir!"
The cavalrymen, who were also stunned by the green flames, immediately wanted to lead people to capture Ramsay after they reacted.
But the city gate guards were wiped out immediately, and the soldiers patrolling the castle and taking turns didn't arrive so quickly.
He thought for a moment, then drew out his sword and went to capture Ramsay alone.
"If you don't want to die! Just call someone to put out the fire!"
Before Luce could get close to the burning castle gate, he felt a wave of heat. He pulled up a soldier whose legs were weak from fear and shouted loudly.
The soldier nodded blankly and ran towards the garrison fortress while shouting for people to put out the fire.
Da da da da!
The sound of horse hoofbeats came to Luce's ears from outside the city wall, and he immediately realized that there was the wolf cub outside the castle, leading the cavalry and waiting for the green flames to extinguish. When the time came, they would be able to lead the troops in without any hindrance.
In the Dreadfort.
Fortunately, this hard-to-extinguish green flame could buy Luce a lot of time, allowing him to make some arrangements to deal with the fierce battle that followed.
But then, through the gap in the green flames, he saw the unusual behavior of the Winterfell cavalry outside the city gate.
Luce shook his head and sighed, then turned and walked towards the inner fort, completely ignoring the soldiers who were asking him how to put out the fire.
"Stay in line! Come on!"
Outside the Dreadfort, Robb raised his hand and waved forward, and the cavalry behind him formed a neat queue and rode towards the burning gate.
Bang!
When they were about to get close to the green flames, they took off a cloth bag tied to their horses and threw it forward. The bag made a muffled sound and hit the green flames.
These tough green flames instantly ignited the bag, and lumps of wet mud fell out of the burned bag.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The cavalry in Winterfell threw away the bags and rode away, leaving the cavalry behind to continue the process. The whole process was orderly and orderly.
As the number of wet mud bags increased, the green flames that could not burn the wet mud were gradually extinguished, and a road leading to the interior of the Terror Fort was formed.
"Charge! Those who surrender will not be killed!"
When Robb saw through the dirt passage the crowds hurriedly lining up in the Dreadfort to put out the fire, he immediately gave the order to charge.
Hot! Hot!
The Winterfell cavalry blindfolded their horses and drove them toward the wet mud passage that was still burning around them.
As they passed quickly on horseback, they could still feel the heat through their armor.
Tear! Ah!
When the Winterfell cavalry entered the city, there were only about a hundred soldiers gathered in the Dreadfort. After a charge, there were either corpses on the ground or wounded soldiers who had suffered non-fatal sword wounds and fell to the ground wailing and screaming in pain.
"Earl Rickard, you lead two hundred men to guard here. Little Jon, Ed, you lead a thousand men to attack the three garrison forts on the left, and the remaining people follow me to attack the fort on the right.
Those who surrender will not be killed. Property and women will be distributed uniformly after the war. Anyone who dares to ignore the order will be executed by me personally!"
After leading the bloody wind through the hot gate passage and entering the easily defended and difficult to attack Horrible Fortress, Robb immediately issued orders to everyone according to the pre-planned plan.
"Okay! I will guard the door tightly!"
"yes!"
"As you command, Lord Robb!"
The generals of Winterfell surrounding him nodded solemnly when they heard the order, and then began to take the men and horses assigned to them and act according to the order.
"Lord Robb!"
Sam, whose skin was severely burned, supported a Wolf Guard with a broken arm, limped out of a stone pier in the corner, and shouted to Robb, who was about to lead an attack.
"Rescue soldiers! Treat them quickly, cure them at all costs!"
When Robb saw Sam and Sam who were severely burned and looked like hounds, his heart hurt and he immediately shouted behind him.
An ambulance soldier with a linen head tied on his head and carrying a wooden box came out of the team and immediately stepped forward to treat Sam and the two.
"Where are the other two brothers?"
Robb looked behind Sam and asked with concern.
After carefully handing the one-armed Wolf Guard to the ambulance soldier, Sam looked sad when he heard Robb's question, with some tears in his eyes, and weakly shook his head at him.
Seeing this, Robb bit his gums hard and said to Sam: "When I take down the Dreadfort, you will be the first to succeed."
"Everyone, come after me!"
…
"ah!"
Following the screams of the last Bolton sword-wielding guard, Robb captured the last garrison fortress on the right side of the Dreadfort.
At this moment, he was covered in blood, both from his enemies and from his own.
This assault on the Dreadfort was completely different from the previous cavalry raid with a favorable wind.
Except for a small number of soldiers of the Bolton family who surrendered without fighting, most of the rest fought bravely.
Since they were familiar with the terrain of the Dreadfort, when they turned a corner in a corridor, Robb was unexpectedly struck by a sword on his left arm.
However, with the bloody mist pouring into his body continuously, his left arm injured by the sword did not affect the battle at all. He took the time to check the wound just now, and it had stopped bleeding automatically.
The Xue Feng beside him was happily munching snacks, but from the outside, it looked more seriously injured.
Bloodwind's back, left leg, and left butt each had an arrow stuck in them. This was a sneak attack by the Bolton family archers. After all, Bloodwind's huge body was the best target.
However, it was also because it was concentrating on fighting that it was attacked from behind by an archer. Otherwise, if it were shot from the front, it would have been able to dodge it with its eyesight and speed.
This time, because he was worried that the excessive infusion of red mist would cause him to lose control, Robb gave all his blood bond points to Bloodwind to add attributes in advance, and during the battle, he would add points in real time whenever he had time.
At present, Robb's blood bond point remains at around 20, and Bloodwind's other two attributes are about to catch up with his physique again.
Robb, who had completed the capture of the garrison fortress on the right, led the Winterfell soldiers and escorted a few surrendered soldiers out of the castle.
It was already a bright morning outside, and it turned out that they had been fighting all night long without knowing it.
As soon as he reached the school grounds near the gate of the Dreadfort, Robb saw Jon and Eddard rushing forward with soldiers, apparently wanting to reinforce him.
Perhaps the intensity of the resistance they encountered was not very intense. Although the soldiers led by Little Jon and the others were covered in traces of battle, they were not as embarrassed as Robb and the others.
"We...won!"
Looking at the Winterfell soldiers who were loyal to him and fighting desperately for him, Robb clenched his fist with his right hand and punched it toward the sky while shouting loudly.
"Oooh!"
All the soldiers of Winterfell shouted at the top of their lungs, with excitement on their faces and their heads held high. But those who surrendered had their heads lowered even more.