Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 203 Unfinished Call for Help
"Lord Clay, that's right, this is the corpse of our northern cavalry... Judging from the fragments of the burqa, it should belong to the Karstark family."

This is the King's Road near the middle of the Moon Mountain Range, and what stopped the Mandalay family cavalry commanded by Clay were five dead bodies on the side of the road.

The vanguard scouts recognized it at a glance. The style of the broken armor on this soldier was the most commonly used lock armor in the North. They died here, which made the scouts with keen sense of the battlefield realize the big deal.

So they sent out a small team to continue going south to check whether there was any enemy ambushing them in front, and the rest of them immediately returned to the headquarters and reported to their commander Clay Mandalay.

Hearing this news, Clay immediately realized that something was wrong. It is normal for cavalry to die in battle. Now that the entire Seven Kingdoms are at war, it is normal for five people to die. It is not something to be nervous about.

But the problem is, they died in the wrong place.

This is the eastern part of the Riverlands, theoretically there is still a considerable distance from the confrontation front line around Harrenhal, and it is impossible for the cavalry to be intercepted and killed in this place.

For some unknown reason, Clay suddenly thought of Arya Stark, who was missing back then and hadn't been found yet, and a strong sense of uneasiness enveloped him severely.

"Order! All the cavalry should deploy immediately, stop marching, go down the King's Highway, and slowly advance along the plain. In addition, send scouts. I want to know all the conditions within fifty miles."

This time, Clay was leading all the cavalry of the Mandalay family, and his ability to execute his orders was stronger than the cavalry he commanded the entire northern border.

The order was issued, and the long marching line stopped immediately. Amidst the shouts of officers and the sound of low-pitched horns, the cavalry of the Mandalay family formed a neat square formation. The heavy cavalry was directly in front, ensuring that the first wave offensive ability.

In this way, Clay led the troops forward slowly, and all the troops knew what happened, and each of them began to enter the state of preparing for battle.

They are all veterans who have been on the battlefield, and no one panics. They believe that they can defeat anyone who dares to stop them.

Marching forward for about three miles, Clay saw the corpses of the northern troops discovered by the scouts.

Frowning, Clay got off his horse. Immediately, a row of heavy cavalry formed a steel wall around Clay, using their bodies to block possible attacks from any direction.

The demon hunting senses that had not been used for a long time were fully activated, and Clay squatted beside the corpse, carefully examining every detail of the deceased:
"Blood, sprayed on the north side of the road, someone cut his carotid artery."

"The smell is still very strong, and the death will definitely not exceed two days."

"Judging from the direction in which he jumped and the direction in which the horse fell to death, when he died, he should have been riding northward on horseback."

A piece of cryptic information was constantly fed back to Clay's brain, allowing him to analyze what happened here two days ago at high speed.

"It was shot from the horse with an arrow, fell to the ground, stood up and tried to escape, but was wiped on the neck by the cavalry chasing behind."

"Hmm... That's right, it's Karstark's winter sun emblem. This is not a scout. I don't remember Karstark being among the scouts arranged. They should have been hunted down all the way."

"Hey... what is this? A bloody letter?"

Clay took out a letter with partly dried blood from the lining of the body lying on the ground.

He didn't understand why the attackers didn't seize the letter. Judging from the horseshoe marks at the scene, there was only the footprint of a fallen northern soldier, and no one else.

In other words, this is killing people and then leaving. The attacker's purpose was only to kill people, and he had no interest in caring about what was on this person. None of the cavalry's most valuable equipment, armor and weapons, was taken away.

Unfolding the piece of paper, Clay frowned and carefully read the content on it, then squatted on the spot in a daze, without speaking for a long time.

"Clay... what's wrong with you? What's that?"

Sir Marlon, who came with him this time, just rushed over from the rear army, and saw the scene before him as soon as he arrived.

The old knight got off his horse and came to Clay. His gray eyebrows were knit together and he asked in a low voice:

Clay sighed, handed the note in his hand to Sir Malone weakly, and said lightly in a tone that he didn't know how to describe:

"We... are in big trouble, I'm afraid."

Sir Marlon opened the note. The font on it was very scribbled, and there were obvious traces of shaking at the place where each word was written. Obviously, the person who wrote this letter was in a state of extreme tension at that time.

The content of the letter was not long, only a few words, but the content made Sir Marlon, the old man on the battlefield, pale instantly:
"Tell Clay that the Vale rebelled. I was attacked and most of the army was scattered. I led the remnants to break out to Harrenhal, and now I am besieged by Tywin Lannister's army."

"All the ravens in Harrenhal have been shot. Tell Clay to guard the Twins and never let traitors capture Moat Cailin."

"This is an order! Don't come to rescue me, I'm in a tight siege."

The letter was signed with a familiar wolf's head badge, and Sir Marlon knew that it was Robb Stark's personal mark.

He finally understands now why Clay said that he is in big trouble here, what is this big trouble, this is simply a bolt from the blue!

Seemingly thinking of something, he searched through the other corpses, and sure enough, he found the same letter.

This is... a saturated message delivery, no matter how many people die, as long as one person can reach the Twin River City, it will be considered a success, but...

The matter was already very clear, Rob Stark was eager for revenge, and he didn't stay in the Twin River City for too long at all, and directly led his army along the King's Highway to King's Landing.

But this proud young wolf king didn't realize at all that in the sky, a falcon he thought was close to him had already started swooping down on him.

So, somewhere, Rob Stark's unprepared army was ambushed by the Valemen who had the first cavalry group of the Seven Kingdoms. In the chaos, the army collapsed.

Afterwards, Robb Stark led the remnants to break through the siege and entered Harrenhal, the southern gate of the riverlands. He temporarily stopped the pursuers with the towering city walls, but unexpectedly, Tywin Lannister of King's Landing suddenly pulled away , surrounded him.

"Clay, is this... all over?"

Sir Marlon's voice was a little out of tune. In his opinion, this was almost a battle that wiped out most of the vital forces in the northern border. For the sparsely populated northern border, this was almost fatal.

Responding to him was Klein's voice as cold as chewing ice cubes:

"I don't know. It's just such a letter. There is too little information. Rob Stark's infantry must have been defeated. They were mentally calculated and unintentional. It was heavy cavalry fighting infantry. It would be hell to win."

"What I want to know now is, where is the battlefield? The cavalry I sent in the past is likely to be defeated, but they are cavalry, and they can always run out a lot, but now, where are everyone?"

Looking at Sir Marlon who was stunned on the spot, his palms trembling a little, Clay didn't expect him to be able to answer his own question. No one behind him could answer this question.

"Order, the whole army is dispatched. Let's go north and return to Twin River City first."

"Yes, go back first, the City of the Twins cannot be lost, King Rob..."

"He what he! He knows how to command an army! If I don't save him, let him be completely surrounded by Tywin and die in that big grave in Harrenhal. By that time, the genius in the North will really collapse! "

Clay suddenly cursed, feeling unrepentant, and continued to output to His Majesty King Rob Stark, whom he should have respected so much:

"It's a command like a stupid pig, full of personal heroism, he thought he could drag Tywin to Harrenhal, let's dream about it! Such a good situation, let this idiot give me away clean!"

The soldiers around looked at me and I looked at you. They didn't know why the young master suddenly went mad, but it seemed that he was scolding King Rob.

The soldiers looked at each other and understood the eyes. Everyone understood the meaning. Today, everyone didn't hear anything, yes, they didn't hear anything!
Sir Marlon, who had come to his senses at this time, realized that he was thinking badly just now, and he didn't care about the shame, so he asked directly:

"Clay, with our little people, it must be impossible to save Robb Stark from the Vale and the old lion!"

"I know! So, I'm going back to the Twins, crossing the river! To Riverrun, where our other God of War, Lord Edmure Tully, has been raising soldiers for months."

Clay stepped on his horse, his tone seemed to be icy:
"The Tully family and the Stark family are basically in a relationship that both prosper and lose. If Stark is over, can they still be okay? Now, we can only rely on them."

(End of this chapter)