Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

The Virgin Valley finally became quiet, because the bloody killings had just ended.

Looking around, there was not a single figure in red who could stand up on the battlefield. Occasionally, a horse with a broken leg would let out a dying cry.

Jaime Lannister was tied up and kneeling on the ground, his hair, once brilliant as gold, now covered in blood and mud, turning ugly.

After Clay ended his duel with the Kingslayer, he did not intervene in the final battle.

He is not a bloodthirsty madman. Killing is a means, not a pleasure. Enough blood has been shed today, and the rest can be left to his loyal subordinates.

Riding horses up the high slope, where the battle flags of all the northern nobles were flying high, and the victorious nobles were all excitedly communicating about their victory.

Seeing that their own commander, who single-handedly led this victory and captured the Kingslayer Jaime Lannister one-on-one on the battlefield, was getting closer to him, the adults in the north stopped talking and stared. Looking at Clay's face.

Now, none of them would treat Clay Manderly as a child. The corpses of two thousand Lannister cavalry were enough for him to gain the respect of all the northern nobles.

Since then, there has been no discordant voice in the West Route Army. Clay has proved it with his own strength:

Follow me and you can win the fight!

"Everyone, are there any injuries? We still have two battles to fight, and your help is indispensable."

These words were said in an old-fashioned way, as if an old commander was making a very friendly inquiry about his deployment. However, no one thought it was inappropriate. Instead, they all patted their chests with smiles on their faces.

"It's okay, Lord Clay. These Lannister alone can't hurt us."

"Yes, my lord, this battle was really beautiful. They wiped out two thousand Lannister troops. I just went to see them. The armor on each of them is good, and so are the swords."

"Sir, let's slightly modify these equipment. Get rid of those ugly lion heads and other things, and replace them with our logo. This will be ours."

The adults who were immersed in victory were very excited. Armor is not easy to damage. Two thousand corpses are equivalent to two thousand sets of equipment.

As we all know, Lord Tywin's shit is made of gold. The Lannister family is so rich, and their army's equipment is also the best in the Seven Kingdoms. Maybe the rich people in the Reach can compete with them. .

For the Northern Territory, where iron smelting technology is not very developed, except for White Harbor where commercial trade is extremely prosperous, most families are relatively short of money, and even barter directly without using money at all.

Therefore, everyone traveling south actually wore lighter mail armor.

This thing...how to say, it is convenient, but it is not defensive enough. Although the Northern Cavalry is brave, it is still a bit difficult to attack the fully armed and well-prepared Lannister armored army.

Even if you can barely defeat your opponent, your casualties will be very heavy. There is no way, the equipment disadvantage cannot be completely made up for by courage.

Seeing the northern nobles who almost turned this place into a spoils sharing conference with your words, Clay knew that they were talking to him. They all took a fancy to these two thousand pairs of well-made armors, but You can't ask for it openly.

He knew very well that Clay didn't want to make trouble because of this kind of thing. Now is the time to employ people, and it is very necessary to sacrifice some interests to maintain the unity of the army.

"Okay, okay, gentlemen, can you listen to me?"

Clay shouted with a smile, and the effect was surprisingly good. All of a sudden, the noisy people in the north shut up and looked at their commander expectantly.

"On the battlefield, we are all soldiers, and we don't engage in nonsense. I am telling you clearly now that all of you here have a share in these equipments. I will tell you what proportion of people from your own family account for the army. Do you understand how much equipment I will allocate to you?"

Clay didn't intend to talk about the merits of the battle. In this battle, everyone rushed down the hillside from all directions. To talk about the specific merits and say who has the most merit is to cause trouble for yourself. You are talking about it, and I am talking about mine. It is meaningless.

Therefore, dividing the money directly on a per-person basis may reduce the desire of some northern adults to rob, but it is a plan that everyone can accept, and that's it.

The adults looked at each other, a little embarrassed. They didn't expect the commander to be so direct and point out their thoughts directly, but that's okay, everyone likes cheerful people.

"Okay, since Mr. Clay has said so, we don't have any objections. Let's keep these equipment here for now and talk about it later."

Earl Glover was the first to support Clay's decision, and everyone had nothing to say and expressed their support.

"Then it's settled, Krissen, you go to Crowtree City. Now, contact the city lord and ask him to send everyone out and get these two thousand sets of equipment for me. In return, I will Give him twenty sets from your share."

As the eldest son of the wealthy Manderly family in White Harbor, the family's cavalry were all in plate armor, similar to the Lannister lying on the ground. He didn't think these equipment were rare.

"Okay, sir, I'll go now."

Kristen agreed and immediately rode towards the north. Although it was about to fall into the night, he did not hesitate at all. Night had the least impact on the witcher.

"My lord, what is your next order?"

Earl Severn asked. It was already dusk and night was approaching. Everyone was exhausted after fighting for so long.

Clay understood what he meant and agreed with the underlying meaning of his words. Soldiers must get rest after fighting a battle. There is no point in marching forcefully at night. If the soldiers cannot get rest, big problems will occur.

He dared to be so pretentious because all the Lannisters he would invade were left at the bottom of the Virgin Vale. Otherwise, Clay would have to seize time with the defeated troops and immediately launch an attack on the Lannisters of Riverrun. The attack of the super camp.

"The whole army is camped outside the southern part of Maiden Valley. Let's all have a good night's rest. Everyone, tell everyone, recharge your batteries. Tomorrow, I will take them to kick the Lannister lair in Riverrun to them."

These words won the cheers of everyone present. The cheers were centered here and spread outward layer by layer. The soldiers also enjoyed the joy of victory. They defeated the arrogant Lannister army led by the Kingslayer. It's a great honor.

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At night, the camp on the south side of Virgin Valley

In the central tent, the adults, who had simply washed away the blood stains, gathered in Clay's military tent again. They wanted to discuss tomorrow's attack plan.

Now, the biggest threat has been eliminated, and the two thousand Lannister cavalry have been wiped out, which means that Clay's troops can already crush the ten thousand Lannister infantry in Riverrun in terms of mobility.

Now, the first round of the game between the two sides is over, and Clay won. In the second round of the gamble, since the initiative on the battlefield returned to Clay, it was Clay's turn to play first.

There was a military map spread out on the wooden box, which showed the terrain near Riverrun. Although, well, the drawing skills needed to be improved.

Clay has wanted to talk about his poor drawing ability these days more than once. Every time he sees this person and sees a broken map that cannot be understood, he is so upset that he has no place to vomit.

A dot is a city, and a few green branches are a forest. If you ask me what these dark, twisting lines are, of course they are rivers!

Except for the huge difference in distance, the rest is really hard to describe.

There was no way, given the conditions, although Clay desperately wanted a topographic map that was carefully crafted and accurately marked, he knew very well that it was useless to criticize the cartographer in the army, because that guy's job probably had nothing to do with it. nothing.

"My lords, regarding tomorrow's actions, before the war begins, I will seek your opinions and suggestions. If you have anything to say, I must make it clear tonight. By tomorrow, there will only be one voice in the legion."

There was no lightheartedness in Clay's voice when he was joking with them in the evening. It was full of seriousness and seriousness.

"Tomorrow, our enemies will not be two thousand, but ten thousand. Moreover, there will be no help from today's terrain, so everyone, we will really have to fight head-on."

As a commander, Clay doesn't care whether these people really understand or not, these reminders must be in place. Arrogant troops will be defeated. He understands this truth and cannot capture one alive just because he killed two thousand Lannister cavalry. The Kingslayer was so proud that there were nearly 40,000 Lannister soldiers on the entire battlefield in the Riverlands.

"Master Clay, we listen to you. We will fight how you say tomorrow!"

Some people said this, but some people still stared at the intersection of Tengshi River and Red Fork River on the map, frowning and saying nothing.

After all, there were ten thousand people. The Tengshi River and the Red Fork River separated them from the Beida Camp, which also meant that Clay and the others were also separated.

The river near Riverrun City is so fast that it is impossible for horses to swim across it. Therefore, it is definitely not possible to attack Beida Camp alone. Even if all three thousand people there can be kept, they will not be able to capture the remaining five thousand people.

They already knew that the Lannister cavalry basically came to their northern camp, so the number of people there should have dropped to 3,000, and their strength was actually the lowest among the three camps.

This was also the purpose of Clay's meeting with them. This sudden news made Clay prepare to change his previous plan. Although the ultimate goal was to annihilate all these ten thousand people, based on the actual situation, he must make more reasonable adjustments. .

"Everyone, I have an idea. I want to abandon the North Camp. The main force of the army will bypass the Tengshi River and directly attack the southwest and southeast camps on the south bank of the Tengshi River."

Clay proposed an idea that most northern nobles did not understand.

If the Beida camp doesn't eat such an obvious piece of fat, why should we cross the Tengshi River to find the bad luck of the two camps in the southwest and southeast first?

You know, once the Beida camp discovers that the south is being attacked, what if they realize that they can't rescue them and just break camp and run away?

This is a very real problem. Not everyone has the courage to cross the river to rescue friendly troops, especially when they are suddenly attacked and cannot protect themselves.

When a disaster strikes, running away is the most instinctive choice for human beings. No one can deny this, and it is also the greatest possibility.