The Mountain of Ice and Fire

"That boy could use a friend," the young man in the prisoner wagon called out to Arya. "Pick up the keys."

Arya was running in through the back door of the yard, and the prisoner wagon was not far from her.

Arya hesitated for a moment. Suddenly, several Night's Watch rookies rushed out from the yard, catching several cavalrymen off guard and throwing them into chaos.

"That boy could use a friend," the young man said in a sincere tone. "He's pointing at the string of keys next to the prisoner wagon."

Arya used her sewing needle to pick up the keys from the ground, flicked them up, and the young man reached out and caught them.

"That boy, run quickly, you're no match for them," the young man said as he unlocked the shackles on his feet, his movements so fast that Arya didn't even see clearly.

Arya couldn't help but stare blankly.

How could a person's hands be so nimble?

In the time it took for a heartbeat, the young man had already unlocked his own shackles and handcuffs, and had also opened the shackles and handcuffs of Black Large and Fang.

Before Arya could react, the lock on the prisoner wagon door was also opened by the young man, and he jumped down, disappearing into the darkness outside the yard gate in a few flashes.

Arya watched in astonishment.

Such speed?

How is this possible?

Black Large and Fang also jumped out of the prisoner wagon, but their movements were much clumsier.

"Kill them," a Gold Cloak shouted.

There weren't many cavalrymen who came this time, only fifteen in total: twelve Gold Cloaks and three Red Cloaks. The twelve Gold Cloaks were a complete squad, and the three Red Cloaks were scouts from the Queen Mother's personal guard.

Suddenly, a javelin flew down from the roof, hitting a mounted archer who was pinpointing Night's Watch deserters right in the chest. The mounted archer was killed, falling off his horse.

Among the Night's Watch recruits, about ten were hardened criminals, and hardened criminals basically had the advantages of being 'vicious' and 'retreating quickly when things go wrong'.

If the Gold Cloaks weren't trying to kill them all, some of them would hide themselves in the most difficult places to find, hoping that the other fools would go out and die in battle, so they could come out and surrender.

However, there was no hope of surrender, as the other side's slogan was 'kill everyone except the little girl'. Their officer had given this order, and the soldiers were doing the same. Several cavalrymen dismounted and began to search the houses, so several vicious Night's Watch recruits had no choice but to stand up from their hiding places and fight desperately.

The sudden appearance of several people from the dark corners of the various rooms caused the Gold Cloak cavalrymen to lose a mounted archer, and also forced the Gold Cloaks into a period of chaos. This made the leader at the village entrance very angry. He was only killing a dozen Night's Watch rookies, but he had lost several men and had several horses' legs cut off.

Yarral Deem, the deputy commander of the King's Landing City Watch, rode in on his horse: "Drive them all out and let us play a circle kill, damn it."

Soon, the brothers in the rooms were driven out, and the brothers on the roof were counterattacked by the cavalry, hit by an arrow, and rolled down.

On the other side, several cavalrymen swung their swords towards Arya, Black Large, and Fang.

Hot Pie shouted and turned to run. He learned from Green Rice's lesson and fled along the courtyard wall so he wouldn't be shot by arrows.

Arya reacted slightly slower, still shocked by the dazzling speed of the young man with half white hair and half red hair. Just as she hesitated, Black Large and Fang suddenly pushed the prisoner wagon towards the charging cavalrymen.

The cavalry horses were fast, but they didn't expect the other side to be so strong, pushing the prisoner wagon almost flying.

The warhorse and the prisoner wagon collided violently. In the midst of the cracking and rumbling, the prisoner wagon shattered, the cavalrymen on horseback screamed and flew up, and the two cavalrymen behind had to desperately rein in their horses.

"Let's go!" Arya shouted in great joy. Encouraged by the bravery of Black Large and Fang, Arya was instantly filled with fighting spirit. However, no one responded to her. When she turned around, Black Large and Fang were quickly climbing over the walls. You couldn't tell that they were people who only got one full meal every other day. In just an instant, the two strong men who could lift a wagon disappeared into the darkness.

Arya was stunned again. Two cavalry horses came from the left and right, half surrounding her.

One cavalryman chuckled and said: "Boy, your sword is very good, is it embroidered?"

"Get out of here, I don't want to kill you," Arya shouted. She should have run away too, she was starting to regret it. She thought she could fight alongside the red and white-haired youth, Black Large, and Fang, but who knew...

The cavalryman on horseback casually slashed his longsword at Arya, and Arya dodged to the side. The lancer on the other horse laughed: "Oh, not slow at all." The cavalryman stabbed at Arya with the spear in his hand, and Arya rolled away on the spot. His companion spurred his horse to accelerate and charged over, slashing down with his sword. Arya, who was unsteady on her feet, raised her sword to block. The cavalryman twisted his wrist, changing the downward slash to an upward sweep. With a clang, the longsword struck Arya's sewing needle, and the sewing needle flew out of her hand with a whoosh, crossing over the wall and shooting into the darkness.

Arya's hands were empty, and she drew her wooden sword with a whoosh. The two cavalrymen laughed loudly. The two warhorses circled around, one sword and one spear, teasing Arya like a monkey, surrounding Arya in the core, slashing and stabbing, forcing Arya into a flurry of action, with dangerous situations occurring one after another. The two cavalrymen laughed loudly, feeling extremely happy.

On the other side, several Night's Watch recruits were also surrounded by the Gold Cloaks and the three Red Cloaks. They still had weapons in their hands. The cavalrymen held torches and longswords, circling around these injured brothers. Deputy Commander Yarral Deem suddenly attacked, slashing down with his sword. Amidst the uproar, a brother raised his sword to meet the blow head-on, but Yarral suddenly lowered his wrist, and the sword swept down diagonally, and an arm flew up.

The arms of the Night's Watch recruits, without armor protection, could not withstand the slashing of a sharp sword!

Yarral succeeded, laughed loudly, and retreated. He continued to join the circling formation. A brother roared and pounced on Yarral, but Yarral did not defend at all. The two cavalry horses immediately attacked together, two swords, one slashing into the shoulder and one slashing into the neck diagonally. If any brothers came to attack these two cavalrymen, then their backs would be exposed to the attacks of other cavalrymen, and the other side could slash as they pleased.

The speed of the cavalry was much faster than that of the infantry.

Infantry surrounded by cavalry could breathe a few more breaths of air if they did not take the initiative to attack. Infantry circled in the middle of the cavalry would have openings on their sides and backs as long as they took the initiative to attack. If they did not attack, they would naturally be killed by the cavalry with sword after sword, like teasing a monkey.

Yarral Deem wanted to circle and kill them, this circle kill was just playing kill! This time, he strangled the Night's Watch recruit team, killing six brothers, which was not a glorious record, but a heavy loss. To make himself feel better, Yarral decided to slowly circle and kill these last few guys.

"Who is Arya?" Yarral said, "Tell me, and I'll spare your lives. If she has been killed, identify the body, and that will also be your contribution."

Only the last two tough guys remained in the circle. They were not children, and they knew that Yarral's words were not credible at all. The two of them did not say a word, blood flowing on their faces, chests, arms, both staring fiercely at the circling enemies.

On the other side, a cavalryman was also asking Arya: "Boy, who is Arya?"

"Is there an Arya disguised as a man in your team? Tell me, and I'll let you go," another soldier laughed. While laughing, he circled around to Arya's back and suddenly stabbed Arya in the back with a spear. Arya dodged this sure-hit spear with agility.

Use your heart to see the surrounding situation, feel the changes in the wind, light, shadow, and everything, instead of using your eyes; use your heart to observe the changes in people's eyes, expressions, hands, feet, shoulders, and waist, instead of using your eyes—the skill that dancing teacher Syrio taught Arya, Arya did it again this time.

"Good!" A young voice exclaimed, "Tsk tsk, this little boy has such a fast reaction, damn it, what talent!"

Suddenly, in front of and behind the village, silently, many soldiers with clear armor and a bandit-like appearance appeared. These soldiers all looked very strong and had cold and ruthless eyes. Their helmets, armor, swords, and spears were all very sophisticated, not inferior to the Gold Cloaks and Red Cloaks at all.

"Who are you?" Yarral shouted.

"Your grandpa!" The young man laughed, "This one kid and two men are all damn tough guys, I want them, you guys get lost!"

"Impudent, we are the Royal Guard, here to exterminate rebels under orders."

"Tsk tsk, you can only bully children and old people," the young man tsked, "What I despise the most is you cowards in gold robes, brothers, I'll count to three, if they don't get lost, kill them all!"

"Hoo!" The hundred-man team roared in unison.