The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Chapter 548: Battle (2)

(Bonus chapter for [Golden-Winged Ancestral Dragon]'s contribution as Helmsman, 8,000 words update)

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The vanguard, Heras, Hotho, and Beaumont, saw from a distance that Gardner had encountered a small group of Crannogmen cavalry. Those cavalry's warhorses were very large, even larger than any warhorses they had ever seen, and didn't seem to be from the Westerlands.

The Crannogmen cavalry's arrows never missed. After several volleys, they killed Gardner and his two centurions, easily routing the two hundred-man companies from Blacktyde.

The morale of the Blacktyde soldiers wasn't high. After Lord Balon was chopped into seven pieces by Euron Crow's Eye, the soldiers were all thinking of escaping.

Anguy's arrows were like divine intervention, instantly killing the Blacktyde leader Gardner and two centurions. Amidst the whistling arrows, the two hundred Blacktyde riders scattered in a frenzy. The Ironborn warriors from Blacktyde, who had already been looking for an opportunity to escape, fled to the left and right.

With Crow's Eye's main force behind them and enemy cavalry ahead, the small Blacktyde horsemen scattered to the left and right.

Anguy did not pursue. A sharp iron whistle sounded, and the hooves of fifty-odd riders thundered, kicking up mud and dust, creating a tail of dust, like a gust of wind sweeping past, quickly entering the forest and disappearing.

Heras, Hotho, and Beaumont looked at each other in dismay!

Although there weren't many enemy cavalry, they were like a whirlwind, their speed of attack and retreat unbelievable. Their small horses couldn't carry heavy loads, but their speed wasn't slow either, but compared to the enemy cavalry, they were like turtles and rabbits. The difference in speed was too great.

During the battle of Lannisport, no one had seen such fast cavalry appear.

Heras looked at Hotho: "Hotho, are all the scout cavalry horses of the Mountain's men top-notch steeds?"

Hotho was speechless!

Beaumont murmured, "It's not a problem to find a few extremely fine warhorses in the Westerlands, but I've never seen or heard of more than fifty warhorses all being exceptionally strong steeds."

"The warhorses ridden by these scouts are even taller and stronger, and faster, than the warhorses the Mountain used to cover the retreat at the East Gate. Did the Mountain concentrate all his best warhorses for this scout force?" Heras seemed to be talking to himself.

That small squad of cavalry had shocked this vanguard 'cavalry' force.

The Ironborn lived on islands, fighting and living in the sea, and their news was blocked. Crow's Eye didn't inform these Ironborn leaders of more detailed enemy information. In Crow's Eye's eyes, everyone was either cannon fodder or a sword.

The vanguard and the so-called cavalry from Blacktyde were sent by Crow's Eye to be killed by the Mountain!

Crow's Eye didn't trust the loyalty of the Blacktyde soldiers and the Harlaw family. The sister of Earl Harlaw, nicknamed 'The Reader', was Asha's mother. The Harlaw family had long been loyal to King Balon, and were Balon and Asha's direct line. Harlaw Island and Harlaw's strength were not small, some people did not come, and most of those who came were actually infantry.

The Ironborn, who took the sea as their battlefield and living space, had no formal, real cavalry. They had never had a cavalry force in their history.

Heras said, "When we encounter the Clegane cavalry later, be careful to protect yourselves. Their general is a divine archer."

"More than fifty divine archers?!" Hotho, known for his strength, was still apprehensive.

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In the battle of Lannisport, Crow's Eye's army burned the large and small ships in Lannisport, and there was a melee in the streets and alleys. The Ironborn were unstoppable, and the resistance they encountered was almost vulnerable. Even when the Mountain personally led the cavalry to block the retreat at the East Gate, he chose to escape immediately when Crow's Eye's archers climbed the city walls.

This gave the Ironborn warriors pride, confidence, and a blind faith in their strength.

The Ironborn had always thought highly of themselves, and in their bones looked down on the soft, white-skinned 'milk drinkers' on the 'Green Lands'.

The Ironborn were a cruel people. Years of sea raids had created their fierce blood. They were known for their strength and bravery. Archery was a very poor combat skill.

Crow's Eye's archer corps was a type of soldier in the pirate corps he had cultivated. The warriors were mainly of mixed race. The Free Trade City-States had a vast area and many ethnic groups. Intermarriage was free and the degree of ethnic integration was extremely high. Mixed races were the norm.

Crow's Eye was the only one among the pirates to have a pure archer corps. Most of the archers were previously professional mercenaries who made money by selling their lives to buy wine. Since following Crow's Eye, they had lived the life of 'rich people'.

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Beaumont said, "Our cavalry against the Clegane cavalry is like a child fighting an adult."

Hotho and Beaumont looked at each other. Their eyes met and they understood each other, so they looked at Heras together. Heras said in a low voice, "Whether the Clegane army is strong or vulnerable, we are destined to be killed by the Mountain if we go to attack Crannogmen Village in the front."

Hotho said in a low voice, "Heras, the Mountain's strange horse has sharp horns on its head, and its whole body seems to be smeared with blood. Have you seen the hilt of his two-handed greatsword? It's too huge. If our six hundred riders collide with the Mountain's thousand riders, who will live and who will die? When the time comes, everyone should pay attention to protecting themselves. If the Mountain sends out cavalry to charge, don't fight, run!"

The last word 'run' was lowered by Hotho, almost inaudible.

Beaumont and Heras both nodded slightly, without showing any signs.

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Anguy led the cavalry into the small forest. His cavalry team was all purebred steeds from Crackclaw Point, each of which was a thousand-mile steed. This was the Mountain's dagger tactic, using the absolute speed of the warhorses to pinpoint and shoot enemy generals, coming and going like the wind, never staying anywhere. The action was completely Anguy's own, constantly harassing the opponent's army and angering Crow's Eye.

The dagger tactic was like a small knife, constantly stabbing into the giant's body: it wouldn't be fatal, but it would constantly bleed him!

The Heras brothers took off their shields and advanced cautiously.

Ahead was the small forest.

It was called a small forest, but it was actually not small, just incomparable to the mountain's primeval forest. The Westerlands had many mountains and large primeval forests, with many beasts such as forest wolves, lions, shadowcats, and black bears.

In the future, forests stretching for dozens or hundreds of miles would all be small forests.

The Heras brothers entered the forest, with large trees on both sides and a main road in the middle.

"Be careful of ambushes," Heras said.

"Slow down and wait for the army to come and pass together," Hotho suggested.

Anguy's arrows had just been frightening. Three arrows in the blink of an eye, three generals killed, never missing.

"Crow's Eye will chop off our heads," Beaumont said.

"Stay vigilant, we can't let the Crannogmen army laugh at the Ironborn," Heras raised his shield, held his long axe, and shouted.

"Ho!" The six hundred soldiers responded together.

The Ironborn were brave and fearless, but the Harlaws really didn't want to die for Crow's Eye. Crow's Eye didn't like them either.

As long as the Mountain's thousand riders didn't appear, Heras Harlaw was fearless.

The Mountain's thousand riders were really not something the Ironborn's small horses could resist. Although they were riding small horses, they were strictly speaking still infantry, not cavalry.

The six hundred vanguards were strictly on guard, and everyone moved forward slowly, waiting for the army behind. Seeing that they were about to leave the forest, Beaumont said, "Heras, if I were the Mountain, I wouldn't defend Crannogmen Village, I would retreat to the Silver Hills."

Hotho also put down his shield: "I heard that Silverhall was built against the mountain, and it is extremely strong. If the Mountain really escapes into Silverhall, Crow's Eye may not be able to bring his head into the palace."

"Crow's Eye is wearing Balon's black sable cloak, and I don't know if he's hot or not," Heras said sarcastically.

"He also carries Cersei's portrait with him, and he takes it out every time he drinks to compare it, saying that he wants to make her beg for death and be unable to survive in the palace," Beaumont chuckled lewdly.

Crow's Eye's favorite thing to boast about was to comment on Cersei and fantasize about all the scenarios in which he would subdue Cersei, and share his ultimate life dreams and various life skills with the leaders.

As soon as they talked about Crow's Eye's lust for Cersei, the three leaders chuckled lewdly. They and Crow's Eye were of the same ilk in this regard.

Puff!

A muffled sound.

An arrow suddenly appeared on Hotho's neck. The arrow went in from the left and out from the right, piercing Hotho's neck like that.

Hotho Harlaw, the leader of the Shining Tower in Ten Towers. He was an ambitious man, slightly hunched, nicknamed 'Hunchback' Hotho. His banner was a circle with the Harlaw family's scythe drawn inside. He had prepared to escape immediately if the situation was not right, but unfortunately, he encountered Anguy's elite archer cavalry.

Ever since they entered the forest, they had been under the surveillance of Anguy's cavalry.

"Defense!" Heras shouted.

The shouting stopped abruptly. An arrow flew and hit Heras's big mouth. A black arrow pierced Heras's mouth and nailed into his throat. The tail of the arrow protruded from his mouth, trembling slightly.

Ser Heras Harlaw, the heir to Harlaw Island, died without seeing who shot him.

Beaumont broke out in a cold sweat, lowered his body on the small horse, desperately kicked the horse's belly with his spurs, and shouted: "Enemy attack, everyone run for your lives."

Boom!

The six hundred cavalry from Harlaw Island completely collapsed and fled in all directions. Like a hornet's nest that had been blown up.

Sharp iron whistles came from the forest, from all directions. Cavalry appeared one after another, shouting loudly, steeds galloping, arrows whistling, and screams of pain from being hit by arrows could be heard everywhere.

The speed of Anguy's cavalry left streaks of shadows in the forest.

Archers attacked from afar, steeds flew like the wind, and arrows took lives.

Beaumont clung to the horse's back and only cared about escaping north.

The shouts and strange sharp whistles were fewest on the north side of the forest.

The cavalry following him kept falling, the sound of arrows whistling past his ears, puff puff puff, du du du, some arrows shot into the cavalry's bodies, and some arrows shot into the trees.

The so-called cavalry vanguard, carefully prepared by Crow's Eye to be sent to their deaths, encountered Anguy's harassment and shooting at the edge of the forest.

The Mountain's dagger harassment tactic was not intended to kill many people, but to kill more of the enemy's generals. Judging from the flags, the silver scythe was the Harlaw family's coat of arms, and the Harlaw family was allied with Balon. This was an army that could be won over, but the Ironborn only obeyed the strong. The Mountain and Earl Odbur lost badly in the battle of Lannisport. If he didn't kill people to establish his prestige, didn't shoot the Harlaw family's generals, and didn't pursue the fleeing Harlaw soldiers, the Harlaw soldiers would not have awe of the Mountain and the Clegane army in the future.

The Ironborn didn't recognize reason, only fists. If you had the ability to defeat him, he would obey.

When Beaumont couldn't feel the arrows whistling anymore, he realized that he had come to a main road alone. Looking back, the small forest where he had been ambushed by longbows and hard arrows had become a small black dot.

Beaumont threw away the protective armor on his vital parts - the small horse couldn't bear the weight, and the armor only protected the vital parts, with no armor in other places. He jumped off the small horse, whipped the small horse to make it escape, and he also threw away the long axe, carrying a short knife and a short sword, avoided the main road, and went west.

He wanted to find a way back to Lannisport, where his Stormwind was in the port, and his crew and sailors were on board. Most of the Harlaw family's infantry strength was with Victarion, attacking the Reach and plundering food, and there were still some soldiers on Harlaw Island.

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Crow's Eye's army marched not slowly, with a majestic momentum. The cruelty of the pirates and Ironborn was like steel. Not far out of the city, just after passing through a forest several miles long, his two hundred-man companies from Blacktyde and the vanguard were completely defeated by a small cavalry force.

Although Crow's Eye hoped to see this vanguard all killed by the Mountain, it was too fast.

The news spread, and Crow's Eye's morale was hit.

Crow's Eye ordered five thousand swordsmen and shieldmen to lead the way, and three thousand archers to follow, pushing horizontally through the small forest. The Mountain's military strength was limited, and it was not easy to hide in the small forest, so there would be no large troops. The Mountain would not be stupid enough to ambush cavalry in the forest to carry out a surprise attack. The trees in the forest would effectively reduce the impact force and speed of the cavalry.

Only small groups of cavalry could flexibly shuttle back and forth, using the cover of the forest to carry out sneak attacks.

Crow's Eye was not afraid of small groups of cavalry using their speed advantage to harass. When a large force advanced in an orderly manner, small groups of cavalry would have nowhere to hide.

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The leader of the swordsmen and shieldmen was from House Volmark of Volmark, named Maron Volmark, a heroic leader, a passionate young boy only sixteen years old.

Maron Volmark was the same age as Robb Stark of the North, both mature for their age and leading troops in battle. He had been raiding at sea since he was eleven years old - because the Iron Throne did not allow them to raid the merchant ships of the Seven Kingdoms, but did not prohibit them from raiding the merchant ships of other countries and city-states overseas, so in fact Maron Volmark had been paying the iron price overseas since he was eleven years old, and had already married two salt wives, one of whom had given birth to a son for him.

Calculating the time, Maron Volmark was already a veteran Ironborn with five years of combat experience. He was now also the head of House Volmark, the lord of Volmark.

House Volmark was a noble house of the Iron Islands. Their seat was Volmark, located on Harlaw Island. The lord to whom they swore allegiance was Rodrik Harlaw - Asha and Theon's uncle.

The banner pattern of the young Volmark was a black whale on a gray sea, which was the coat of arms of House Volmark. The young Volmark family inherited the blood of the Riverlands king - 'Blackheart' Harren - from the maternal side.

This was the reason why Crow's Eye deliberately suppressed the Harlaw family and reused the young Volmark: ancient and noble blood, bloodthirsty and passionate youth.

Crow's Eye wanted to divide the power loyal to Asha: strike down a batch, kill a batch, buy off a batch, win over a batch, completely absorb a batch...

The Womark family owned a large amount of land on Harlaw, and had produced many famous captains and warriors. They also possessed the blood of 'Blackheart' Harren, from the most glorious era of the Ironborn, the last royal family to rule the Iron Islands before the Conquest.

Due to their ancient lineage, King Euron Greyjoy valued the young Womark, using him to sow discord among the Ironborn's opposition and win over allies.

The highly regarded Maron Womark, full of vigor, swore allegiance to Crow's Eye. At a young age, he became Crow's Eye's high general. Because of the Womark family's allegiance, it influenced second-tier nobles from many islands, such as the Stonehouse family, the Myre family, the Kenning family, the Orkwood family... to swear allegiance to Crow's Eye.

Crow's Eye was cruel and ruthless, but also skilled in division and strategy. His crude brutality concealed his shrewd cunning.

Among the five thousand swordsmen and shieldbearers, only about a third of the dozen generals were Crow's Eye's core pirate group. The remaining two-thirds of the generals came from the Womark family, the Stonehouse family, the Myre family, the Kenning family, the Orkwood family, the Blacktyde family...

Crow's Eye himself was an Ironborn, and he preferred to value Ironborn, as they shared the same roots and origins. The pirate leaders were mostly foreigners. When Crow's Eye ascended to the Seastone Chair in the Hall of Grey King on Old Wyk, he began to appoint nobles from the Iron Islands as generals of his massive army...

The former King of the Iron Islands ruled over vast coastal territories in the Westerlands, the Riverlands, and the Reach, commanding hundreds of thousands of soldiers. Crow's Eye also hoped to recreate the glorious path of the former King of the Iron Islands...

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The eight thousand-strong army entered the grove in a fan formation. As Crow's Eye had predicted, Anguy's small cavalry could easily defeat small groups of horsemen numbering in the hundreds, but they could not 'gnaw' at an infantry army of eight thousand. The army passed through the woods smoothly and safely, without losing a single man.

Not far away, Anguy led his cavalry parallel to Maron's army, maintaining a safe distance, watching the massive army as they moved forward together.

Maron Womark and a dozen other generals, dozens of centurions, and eight thousand soldiers could see a small team of Clegane cavalry without banners following them outside the army. Although they were few in number and easily defeated, their warhorses were too swift and fast, and no one could catch them.

Even the best ponies on the Iron Islands could not catch up to the shadow of Anguy's cavalry.

Before long, Anguy's cavalry began to sing Westerlands songs, all of which were lewd and unsuitable for children, with lyrics all about women, popular throughout the Westerlands.

This made young Maron feel humiliated.

Behind young Maron was Crow's Eye's army of over forty thousand advancing, while a mere few dozen enemy riders were laughing and singing not far away, mocking them loudly.

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound never heard before rang out overhead—Anguy had installed iron whistles on the ends of the arrows. As the arrows flew rapidly through the air, the air agitated the iron whistles, and the whistles emitted a sharp whistling sound.

An armor-piercing arrow fell from the sky, piercing a soldier's chest with a soft thud.

The soldier screamed and fell down, causing chaos in the hundred-man squad.

Anguy sat leisurely on his steed, firing arrows into the dense crowd, not aiming, the arrows pointing towards the sky, shooting as he pleased.

The enemy soldiers were very dense and constantly moving. Armor-piercing arrows fired downwards from the sky did not need to be aimed and easily hit their targets.

A centurion handed the armor-piercing arrow that made the terrible whistling sound to General Maron.

The triangular arrowhead was stained with blood, and the cold light of black iron emanated from the blade, which was extremely sharp. At the end of the arrow shaft, there was a small iron thing that Maron and others had never seen before, presumably the thing that made the sound.

Anguy had set a bad precedent.

A rider galloped towards them, coming like the wind, hooves splashing up dust, pulling out a tail of dust.

Maron and the other generals did not stop, but were very surprised.

What was this rider going to do? Charge the formation alone?

"Catch him!" Maron drew his longsword and shouted sharply.

Before he finished speaking, the other party drew an arc with his single horse and circled back in front of the army. The speed of the horse was so fast that the Ironborn and pirates were amazed.

At sea, they could never experience the feeling of riding a horse at full speed on land.

The hundred-man squad of swordsmen and shieldbearers who had just prepared to meet the enemy—although they were called swordsmen and shieldbearers, they were actually a 'ragtag army' with all kinds of weapons. Crow's Eye's massive army did not have any real swordsmen and shieldbearers. This was an army where everyone carried a small round shield to defend against arrows—just as these two hundred-man squads started, the other party had already returned triumphantly.

Everyone could only stop.

Swish!

The rider turned around on his galloping horse and shot an arrow. The arrow was like a shooting star, piercing a flag-bearer's shoulder with a soft thud. The soldier fell off his pony.

Maron Womark also came from the island of Harlaw, and his family was also good at raising ponies. His flag-bearers and guard soldiers all rode ponies as transportation.

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"What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger. It's just a pity, this isn't the sea," the rider shouted.

Young Maron felt angry, and the generals were also furious, but they couldn't catch up by chasing unless they had archers to shoot them down.

Three thousand archers were behind the five thousand swordsmen and shieldbearers.

Maron gave the order to send messengers to bring two hundred of the best archers to his side. If the other party came to provoke them again, he would order the archers to shoot them down unexpectedly.

The messenger went, and soon brought two hundred of the best archers to follow Maron.

However, the other party seemed to see through Maron's plan. With a whistle, the riders galloped away and soon turned down a small hill, completely disappearing from sight.

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At noon, the East Gate of Lannisport.

A hundred-man squad was stationed here. The centurion and soldiers had eaten and drunk their fill. Most of them were on the city wall. There were two soldiers with swords on each side of the city gate. The centurion and seven or eight brothers were squatting under the closed city gate, gambling on dice.

This was the pirates' pastime. At sea, gambling was a daily pleasure for sailors, crew members, and warriors, deeply ingrained in their bones.

Money and women were the seasonings of life, and they had to wait until the ship docked. Only gambling money, whether on land or at sea, had always faithfully accompanied them.

A wretched man with a head that looked bigger than average was cowering across the street. He wanted to come over, and it looked like he wanted to leave the city, but he didn't dare to come over. If he just left like this, he seemed a little unwilling.

Most of the citizens in the city had already fled, but there were still a considerable number of people who had not left. Crow's Eye did not allow massacres or arson. They could only plunder the property of these lowly people and empty the goods in the shops.

The pirates' bloodthirst was weaker than that of the Ironborn. They were more accustomed to robbing property, and killing people was secondary. At sea, as long as merchant ships cooperated and handed over their property, the pirates would not kill the captains and sailors unless they encountered resistance, in which case they would kill without mercy.

"Hey, come here." The centurion saw him and waved to the ragged, wretched man.

The wretched man was startled and hurried away as if fleeing, falling to the ground with a thud because he was walking too fast.

The centurion laughed loudly.

"Bastard, come back, or you're dead." The centurion shouted with a smile.

This sentence had magic power. The big-headed man's body stiffened and stopped. Although he was far away, the centurion could see the other party's timidity—the man turned around tremblingly.

The centurion laughed loudly.

The centurion waved to signal the man to come over. The man walked across the street with his hands and feet at a loss, his eyes not daring to look at the centurion and his brothers, dodging and hesitating, cowering. The gambling on dice continued on the ground.

This guy was timid as a mouse, with a terrible knife scar on his forehead and eyes full of pleading and humility. This wretched guy was also lucky to be alive after being cut like that.

"Want to leave the city?" The centurion smiled.

"Yes, sir."

"Why didn't you escape earlier?" The centurion squinted at the man who was almost crying with fear.

"I... I drank too much wine and fell asleep at home." The man desperately squeezed out a smile, which was uglier than crying.

"Why do you want to leave the city?"

"My... woman... is outside the city." The man's hands twisted unconsciously, his eyes flashing, glancing at the centurion, and then immediately looking down at his toes.

"Bastard, do you have money on you?" The centurion smiled, "One gold dragon, and I'll open the door for you."

"...Yes..." The man's voice was very small.

There was a hint of surprise in the centurion's eyes. All the brothers who were bowing their heads to gamble looked up at the man.

A ragged, cowardly guy actually had a gold dragon?!

"Stolen from the boss, right?" The centurion made his accurate judgment, "Take it out."

"...Yes, sir..." The man reached into his arms, took out a bright, sharp knife, and everyone was stunned for a very brief moment. Did this guy mean that the gold coin he mentioned was this short knife? Did he think this short knife was worth a gold dragon?

The sharp knife flashed, drawing a cold light, and stabbed into the centurion's mouth.

The centurion's face was full of horror. He had already made a quick dodge, but the other party's speed was too fast, and the hand that grabbed his arm was like steel.

Swish!

The short knife was pulled out, blood splattered out, and a series of clanging sounds of drawing swords and knives rang out. At this critical moment, the soldiers found that the speed of drawing their swords had become very slow.

The man's left hand had already punched out, hitting a soldier's face squarely. His fist was like an iron hammer, causing the soldier's face to bloom and fall to the ground.

Puff puff puff!

The short knife in the man's hand stabbed the other soldier three times in a row. The third soldier was knocked to the ground by him.

The four soldiers on both sides of the gate were dumbfounded and hadn't recovered.

A wretched guy in ragged clothes suddenly came over and killed two people in a row, knocking one person down with just one punch, knocking out their comrade. After the kid fell, he didn't move, as if he were dead.

The other few guys finally drew their swords, but before they could raise them, one of them had his throat cut. The soldier only felt a cold pain in his neck. Fear seized his heart. He covered the wound on his throat with both hands. The short knife fell to the ground with a crisp clang.

Another soldier slashed fiercely with his longsword. The man dodged sideways, got close, and the short knife stabbed into the man's abdomen. In the blink of an eye, puff puff puff, he stabbed several times in a row. The gushing blood instantly drained the soldier's strength, and he staggered and knelt on the ground.

The remaining three soldiers were frightened by the murderous aura that the man suddenly burst out. Their expressions changed, and their eyes also changed. They were like a hungry mother wolf, and their eyes turned green.

The three soldiers shouted and turned to flee.

The big-headed man did not chase, but bent down to pick up a longsword and strode towards the two pirate soldiers who had reacted and were drawing their swords. The two soldiers on the other side of the gate were also running over quickly. One of them shouted on the city wall: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Across the street, the closed door suddenly opened with a bang. One door, two doors, three doors, one window, two windows, three windows... many men in light black clothes poured out of the doors and windows, grabbing longswords in their hands, rushing towards the city gate...

The native-born Big-Head Chiswyck and his native-born Lannisport rogue brothers, a total of two hundred deathsworn men, appeared to seize the gate.

A burly man running at the front was wielding a broadsword. It was Tolbert, the deputy commander of the main infantry. On his left and right were two young junior generals: Ser Raynard Westerling, brother-in-law of The Mountain, and Foulmouth.

To lie low in Lannisport, Big-Head and Tolbert, these Lannisport rogue overlords, knew best where to hide. Big-Head Chiswyck sneaked back into the city from the underground sewers and hid in the underground with his brothers overnight.

Tolbert arrived, and Big-Head Chiswyck killed two more soldiers.

The sound of swords clashing rang out violently a few times. Five corpses quickly fell beside the city gate.

On the city wall, the pirates' unique horn sounded: Woo woo woo! Woo woo woo woo! Woo woo woo woo woo!

On the high tower of the Lord's Keep, the soldiers heard the horn from the East Gate, so the messengers blew the enemy attack horn: Woo woo woo! Woo woo woo woo! Woo woo woo woo woo! The horn sound was transmitted to Lannisport Harbor in the West City, and on the flagship in the harbor, the messengers also blew the enemy attack horn.

Big-Head Chiswyck and Tolbert went to seize the city wall from the left and right. Foulmouth and Raynard led dozens of brothers to push the city gate winch. The heavy winch rotated and drove the iron chain. The city gate slowly opened with a click.

Outside the city, the sound of thunderous hooves suddenly rang out. The Mountain appeared on the coastal avenue with Sweetmouth Ralph, the Headsman, and Polliver. Behind them were a thousand Clegane cavalry.

On the city wall, fierce fighting sounded, swords and lights flashed, shouts and screams mixed together. The Mountain led the cavalry to the city gate. The gate had been opened, and the battle on the city wall had just ended.

The hundred-man squad guarding the city was completely wiped out!

The Mountain rode Red Rumor into the city gate, his ice sword unsheathed. The blade reflected light like autumn water, and the dark, iron-blue circular patterns on the sword body overlapped, emerging from inside the sword: "Brothers, kill them all!" The Mountain's voice rolled over the city like thunder, and the booming sound brought a rough echo: Kill them all... Kill them all... Kill them all...

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