After hearing Robb's scolding, Loras, who was also sitting at the conference table, was about to explain to his brother, but Renly winked at him to signal him not to move.
Since the establishment of the Kingsguard, they have sworn not to hold lands, marry, or have children, but they have never said they would give up helping their families. The knights and their families who have become Kingsguards in the past will benefit from it, not to mention those who are now called Baratheon.
Tyrell, the First Noble.
The Tyrell family provided money, food and equipment, and brought 100,000 riverland troops to support, but Robb scolded them in front of so many nobles. Everyone was angry.
Vilas, who was called a medical miracle, stood up and looked at Robb with his hands on the table: "Your Excellency Commander-in-Chief, the king has ordered the country to enter a state of war. It is natural for farmers to be recruited to participate in the war according to the law. As far as I know,
Farmers from the north also took part in the Battle of Cailin Bay."
Willas spoke slowly and neither condescendingly nor arrogantly. They were of equal status and both were heirs to the dukedom. Robb just succeeded to the dukedom earlier than him.
It was the Duke of Metz's decision to bring so many troops here. Even if Willas didn't think so, he still had to support his father and protect the face of the Tyrell family.
During this period of time, Robb has also adapted to the identity of Commander-in-Chief. He waved his hand for Willas to sit down, and his tone was stern but not angry:
"Today is different from the past. Sir Willas was chased by White Walkers in the Bay of Cailin and had to fight. Now we have to lead the soldiers out of the city to actively kill the enemy. The farmers will only become a drag, or even become corpses and attack humans."
Then Robb explained the tactics he had formulated to the nobles. Witte gave Renly a look at this time, and Renly understood. After Robb finished speaking, he immediately spoke:
"What Robb said makes sense, and what Willas said also makes sense. Why don't we discuss a compromise plan. Instead of sending them back, how about letting them build fortifications?"
"It's okay if you're providing support from behind." Robb nodded in approval.
"I don't agree. The levied army is also a soldier. How can a soldier do the menial work of a craftsman?" Willas argued. The soldiers from the Reach came in force but were assigned to dig holes and build walls. They will definitely be laughed at in the future.
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"We are here to fight for humanity!"
The nobles of the Reach also spoke out in support.
Werther leaned on the chair: "Willas, this time the White Walkers came out in force, not one or two but hundreds or thousands! If anyone is surrounded by White Walkers and is about to be transformed into a corpse, I will immediately let them go.
Aodaweiying conducts indiscriminate attacks to eliminate these hidden dangers!"
Renly and Werther had a tacit understanding of each other, one playing the good role and the other playing the bad role. Willas was soon forced to compromise. He agreed to let these people assemble and control the trebuchet, and also lent a batch of armor and weapons.
After the meeting ended, everyone immediately began to prepare the army according to Robb's arrangements.
The town of Earl Harroway is less than 100 kilometers away from Harrenhal. The dilapidated Harrenhal cannot be defended. Further south is the great plain that can be defended without any danger and reaches King's Landing. After everyone discussed it, it was decided to build the two places.
A decisive battle begins between them.
The armies of the Riverlands and the Westerlands have reached the west side of Harrenhal, the navies of Werther and Stannis have also landed, and the Dornish troops have also arrived at Maiden Spring, ready to launch siege from the east and west.
For the first time, the armies of the seven countries were in the same camp and gathered on the same battlefield.
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The Royal Fleet, Tyrosh Navy, and the Dornish army that have landed have left Maiden Spring for three days. The port here is still extremely busy, and a large number of empty ships need to be moved to make way for supply ships.
The already slim girl Missandei was patrolling the port with several Tyrosh naval logistics officers. She kept registering the names of ships docking in the small book in her hand.
"Ask them to leave the port immediately after unloading the supplies. There are still many ships waiting to dock."
"Understood, Lady Missandei." Wendell Manderly, who was no longer fat and had a muscular body, followed closely beside her.
The narrow trestle was full of workers and carts. Missandei and Wendel walked quickly to the pier and handed him the small book: "This is our last ship. After you sign, you can go to the battlefield."
"It's finally over!"
Wendel checked the number, signed his name, and took out the seal he carried with him to stamp it.
Wendell is currently the logistics chief of the northwest navy in Tyros. All his colleagues have gone to fight, but his logistics department is still in Female Springs: "I hate Tyros so much now that there are so many ships!"
Missandei is only a temporary wartime communications officer, whose duty is to help Veit collect and organize intelligence sent from various places. But even the civilians in Tyrosh know that when the war is over, she will obtain a Veit as a formal duty
High-backed chairs at the Duke's conference table.
She took the notebook and smiled at Wendel: "Every time your fleet goes on an expedition, don't you have the logistics ship follow the battleship to fill up the number of people?"
"Haha, that's called a confusion tactic!" Wendel scratched the back of his head and turned his head to the port in embarrassment. He suddenly pointed at the trestle and asked in surprise: "Who are those people?"
Missandei leaned on the handrail and looked over, counting a total of sixteen people. Not long after they got off the boat, they were gathering together on the trestle and walking towards the city. Because of their strange clothes, the workers on the trestle stopped working and stood aside to take initiative.
Make way for them.
The leader was wearing a golden winter aristocratic robe, short black curly hair, and a black thing on the bridge of his nose to cover his eyes. Especially when he walked, his whole body seemed to be tilted, and his steps were extremely arrogant.
There is only one person in Wendel's knowledge who is like this: "Is that Oberon?"
"That's him!" Missandei confirmed.
Missandei had been Werther's secretary for many years. She often saw Oberon and recognized him at a glance. But she didn't understand what the former Prince of Dorne, who had abdicated, was doing here. He had not been assigned any military arrangements.
job.
The person behind Oberon was even stranger. Walking next to Oberon was an old man with long white hair, leaning on a crutch made of several thigh bones.
When shaking, you can faintly see the reflection of the metal wire on it.
The fourteen people behind them are all young people, both male and female. They are all wearing armor made of various bones. The weapons on their backs have handles made of white bones.
These people have many things in common. For example, they are all thin and thin, and several of them have slightly childish faces. They appear to be less than 16 years old, but they have the same white hair and pale skin as the other fourteen people.
"Next to Oberon is Archmage Qyburn! Following them should be Qyburn's disciples."
Missandei met Qyburn once ten years ago, and since then she has only seen Qyburn's information in Werther's letters.
"Arch Mage Qyburn?"
Hearing Missandei say Qyburn's name, the surrounding soldiers gathered around and looked towards the trestle, watching the group walk into the town and summoned the skeleton horse to run towards the battlefield.
Wendel: "Cobain has never been seen in ten years. I thought he had died of old age."
Missandei knew better: "He has been teaching his disciples!"
Cobain seems to have disappeared in the eyes of ordinary people over the years. Only Witt and a few of Cobain's friends know where he is.
The summoning technique that Qyburn studied was named Necromantic Magic by himself. As his research became more and more sophisticated, the magic became stronger and stronger. Because it was too bloody and desecrated the corpse, he was always rejected. No matter how powerful Qyburn was, the nobles usually
He didn't want to deal with corpses. After the Battle of Twins City ten years ago, he led his disciples who liked this technique to Dragonstone Island.
Dragonstone has rugged rocks and volcanoes, and only a small area along the coast is suitable for human habitation. The Targaryen family has raised dragons on Dragonstone for hundreds of years, so a large number of bones have accumulated on the island. There are fewer people and more bones.
This is the best place Qyburn dreamed of studying necromancy.
Stannis was also very happy that his territory finally had a wizard school, although there was no official document. Stannis made so much money from gambling that he had no place to spend it, so he generously allowed Qyburn and his disciples to live there.
After entering the castle, food, clothing and research funds were also provided.
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Humans and White Walkers formed a huge formation on the plains north of Harrenhal. There were too many White Walkers troops and they were afraid of being harassed from the sides. Humans had a large number of heavy weapons such as trebuchets. In order not to destroy the formation, both sides invariably moved.
Advance slowly.
The first people to come into contact were the reconnaissance troops on both sides, the valley cavalry and the vampires riding corpse horses.
After the valley reconnaissance with only a few mages following suffered a setback, less than half of them escaped, but the skinchanger mages used their eagles to obtain the accurate layout of the White Walkers.
Soon, the forward troops of the White Walkers and humans appeared in each other's sight, and the first wave of battle began quickly.
In this battle, both sides were trying to figure out each other's weakness. The thousand Northern Cavalry led by Great Jon changed their direction in time after launching a charge, and went around to the side of the ghouls, using bows and arrows with obsidian arrows and magic to kill them.
Ghoul.
After tasting the sweetness twice, the zombies no longer blindly pursued and were passively beaten. The formation began to disperse and White Walkers riding ice spiders appeared in front of the formation.
"retreat!"
The Great Jon issued the retreat order in accordance with Robb's plan. This time the goal of the forward army had been achieved. They saw the endless army of corpses behind them and confirmed that the opponent's main force was heading towards Harrenhal.
Boom! Boom!
There is only a thin layer of snow on the northern plains of Harrenhal, and the metal boots advance slowly and neatly.
Thirty thousand men from the Reach, 5,000 from the Stormlands, 3,000 from the Royal Territory and the Northerners formed a hundred heavy armored infantry phalanxes. In the middle of each phalanx, there were also a large number of wildfire pottery carts and mages.
On the left side of the infantry phalanx are 10,000 heavy armored cavalry led by Willas, and on the right are 8,000 heavy armored cavalry gathered in the Royal Territory, Stormland, and the North, commanded by Robb.
In the rear, countless craftsmen and oxen pulled heavy crossbows, trebuchets and other heavy equipment, ready to assemble for war.
Robb saw a group of cavalry coming back from the distance. They rode their horses and several heralds to the infantry formation. The direwolf Gray Wind who followed behind was also put on a suit of custom-made armor.
"What's the situation with the enemy?"
Greatjon: "The number of wights is so great that we can't even count them. They are so dark that they are so dense. Can we really win with such a small number of people?"
"Letting those farmers go to the battlefield will only increase the number of ghouls. Letting them control large equipment in the rear is already a compromise solution."
Robb pulled the reins and faced back, raising his arms high.
The infantry immediately stopped advancing after seeing it and "Roar!" After a neat roar, the rectangular shields all fell to the ground.
"Grey Wind." Robb jumped off his horse, took out a prepared scroll from his belt and stuffed it into Gray Wind's armor: "Take it to the craftsman camp behind."
Great Jon was still worried: "Can we really hold on in this plain terrain? Even if we enter Harrenhal, there will still be a broken wall!"
Robb showed a trace of worry on his face, but said: "Believe me, if you want to destroy the White Walkers, you must not defend the city."
Gray Wind ran faster than a horse, and could continue running for several hours. It didn't take long for him to run back and forth.
Tens of thousands of craftsmen pushed carts and rushed to the front of the infantry position, quickly dug several horizontal trenches, and buried wildfire cans in them before retreating.
At the limit of vision, a black line appeared in the distance of the plain, which was a group of corpses.
"Here we come! Beat the drum!"
Robb shouted and rode back to the cavalry formation. Several messengers around him immediately scattered out, constantly conveying battle orders to all directions.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The military band behind the infantry square beat the war drums, and the deep drum beats echoed in the ears of the soldiers.
"Disperse the formation and set up shields!"
"Roar!"
After the roars of tens of thousands of people ended, the hundreds of infantry phalanxes dispersed into small formations again, with shields set up one on top of the other. The mages in the formation were also eager to prepare for the first wave of fireball attacks.
The falling boulder caused the long handle of the trebuchet to spin, the wood made a creaking sound, and green fireballs shot towards the charging group of corpses.
The explosion caused green fire to burn into the sky.
The ice spider's firing range is similar to that of a trebuchet. The prepared human coalition fired another round of fireballs before the ice spider could set up its equipment.
But this time the ghoul charge is different from that of Cailin Bay. Those who rush towards the Cailin Bay Fortress are all kinds of humanoid and animal ghouls. This time the White Walkers are determined to break through the main human force. Along with the ghoul charge, there are also
A large number of White Walkers riding on ice spiders.
They are using ice shields to block the falling wildfire. It doesn't matter how many corpses are burned to death. As long as the ghosts are alive and rush into the human formation, they can kill them randomly.
The fireballs of the trebuchets killed one piece of wight after another, and the wall of fire lit on the ground burned the wights until they screamed and screamed. The white ghosts were still charging.
Lines of blood appeared from behind the army of zombies. They darted left and right among the zombies, and soon they caught up with the charging White Walkers.
"It's a vampire! The vampire is here too! The mage is ready!"
The humans are not unprepared. A large number of mages are accompanying them just to deal with the White Walkers and vampires.
Robb drew out the two Valyrian steel swords on his back, and Jon in the infantry formation also made a charging gesture with the blood-red Red Rain Sword.
AHG~~~
With a dragon roar, Petwaha rushed down from the clouds. Standing on the dragon's back was Renly, wearing the ancestral Baratheon armor with green antlers and holding a light blue storm sword. He roared towards the wight army from the side.
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Facing the magicians and dragons and ghosts without fear, humans are equally fearless. Both sides have made up their minds to fight to the death here.