The cavalry of the Seven Kingdoms and the Dothraki charged back the Army of the Dead.
On the front line of the Green Fork River, people could see nothing but the sudden fire rising into the sky in the distance. Even the soldiers standing on the watchtower could only see the white wind and snow.
Under such circumstances, it is extremely difficult to unify command and cooperate with operations, and it completely relies on the commander's on-the-spot adaptability.
"Seven hells! What happened over there? Doesn't anyone know?!"
Robert was riding on a war horse, holding his hammer, his black beard fluttering in the wind, cursing, feeling anxious in his heart, and suddenly felt an uneasy feeling.
But Robert didn't know where this uneasy feeling came from. It came from up and down, left and right, and from all directions. The only thing that could do this was the snowflakes flying all over the sky. Perhaps it was this kind of wind and snow that limited the field of vision.
ignorance, which then turned into inner panic and helplessness.
The main force of the coalition center was also affected by the commander and became a little restless. People were whispering, but they didn't know what was going on.
On the banks of the Green Fork River, the frontline troops led by Randyll Tully who took the lead in fighting against the ghouls finally could no longer withstand it, and there were some signs of a rout.
"Help!"
"help me!"
"help me!"
"ah--"
The firelight swayed in the darkness, and more and more defeated troops began to appear on both sides of the central formation.
Wow...
Wow...
In the darkness, the sound of armor scraping could be heard everywhere, the footsteps were dense and almost panicked, and there were screams. Allied soldiers from various families abandoned their helmets and fled back from the front line in embarrassment.
"escape!"
"Run away!"
The army in the center was as silent as a stubborn stone, standing ready with sharp swords and spears ready to meet the enemy.
"Everyone, go from both sides!"
"Those who rush into battle will die!"
Lord Roose Bolton of the Dreadfort was riding on a war horse, holding a whip in his hand, and loudly scolded the defeated army.
As more and more soldiers were defeated on the front line, the coalition soldiers in the center gradually became nervous, clenching the weapons in their hands, and sweat dripping from their palms.
"They... are coming soon."
The howls of corpses became more and more clear in the ears of the coalition soldiers.
Although they couldn't see clearly ahead, covered by the white wind and snow, the sound was gradually approaching. This invisible fear was gradually getting worse, and countless people's throats rolled up and they swallowed.
Gulu——
The soldiers looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.
Tread...
The war horse under Roose Bolton's crotch also became a little uneasy, and kept tapping its hooves. The cold wind was biting, and white mist was sprayed out of the horse's thick nostrils.
The cold and cunning Earl of the Dreadfort was blowing the icy cold wind and listening to the voices shouting for death everywhere around him. He suddenly became restless while sitting in the saddle and turned his head left and right involuntarily.
Then he frowned slightly.
He always felt like someone was staring at him, seemingly with ill intentions, but now there were so many people on the chaotic battlefield, and he couldn't find that person.
"Is it an illusion?"
Roose Bolton tightened the reins slightly to make the horse calmer, and his eyes were calm and unruffled as he scanned the surrounding area.
In fact, no matter how terrifying the battlefield is and how terrifying the White Walkers are, he is not in much danger, because the noble nobles in these coalition forces will always take the first step once they find that something is wrong on the battlefield.
This is why the highest-ranking nobleman who has died so far in the war is old Lord Walder Frey of the Twins, and he was so frightened that he jumped into the river and died.
There are very few records of high-ranking nobles killed in battle. There was one in the Westerlands, Jon Umber, and someone else. Roose Bolton has also forgotten it.
So he had nothing to fear.
At worst, the whole of Westeros was destroyed and he fled to the other side of the Narrow Sea. He also invested in a good son in Viserys, his illegitimate son Ramsay Snow.
From the recent correspondence, he also learned that Ramsay had been reused by Viserys and had been given an internal supervisory position, and the name seemed to be called 'Ministry of Internal Affairs'.
Probably to eliminate...corruption? To supervise all officials?
There is no such independent position specifically established within the Seven Kingdoms. Intelligence matters, both internal and external, seem to be under the management of the Minister of Intelligence. However, within the New Dynasty, this function has been separated to prevent the Minister of Intelligence from monopolizing power.
Therefore, Roose Bolton did not know what the situation of his illegitimate son Ramsay was with Viserys.
But what is certain is that Roose Bolton has never taken Ramsay seriously. He is just his illegitimate son and a chess piece that he bets on.
The heir to the Dreadfort is a young talent far beyond Ramsay. Domeric Bolton is different from his father and brother. He is very quiet and versatile. He is proficient in history, good at harp and horseback riding, as if he was born in the saddle.
Same as above, Roose Bolton was very satisfied with his son.
Behind Roose Bolton, who didn't notice, in the center of the allied forces shrouded in darkness, there were two soldiers wearing royal collar armor not far from his position.
They were looking at the back of the Earl of the Dreadfort on horseback, and then they were whispering quietly, with a fierce light shining in their eyes.
And on the front line.
After the wildfire was extinguished by the Night King, the corpses once again surged across the Green Fork River. The soldiers in the front line could no longer hold on and were finally defeated across the board.
Lord Thomas Smallwood, the Earl of Oak Hall, was killed on the spot. Selwyn Tarth, the Earl of Evenfall Hall, who had proposed to defend the river at the pre-war meeting, was also torn to pieces by the ghouls. The Earl of Cliff City
Gavin Westerling's eldest son Leonard slipped and fell into the water, his life or death was uncertain...
There seemed to be some bad omen. The nobles, who had suffered very few casualties in the previous wars, saw a sudden increase in casualties in this war. This may also be related to the fact that the war was becoming more and more intense.
As the commander of the front line, Randyll Tarly was once again helped up by his guards on his horse and fled to the rear.
Randyll Tully was covered in blood and his armor was in tatters. He was sitting on the horse panting heavily. He turned his head unwillingly and looked back, watching more and more corpses swarming up.
On the banks of the Green Fork River.
Why do you say again?
This is not the first time that he has run away. He has been defeated repeatedly in previous battles with the White Walkers. He has experienced this scene of being helped up by the guards on his horse and running away several times. A victorious general was beaten into a constant defeat.
General.
But there was no way. The coalition forces were defeated and he was unable to save himself.
"Walk!"
Then Randyll Tully folded his legs between the horse's belly and lay on the horse's back, the tattered armor on his body making a sound.