Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 223 Bad, Fooled!
Without hesitation, Jon Royce chased across the Blue Fork.

After all, he is an old guy who has experienced several wars, and he has realized that Clay is deliberately forcing him to keep dividing his troops.

Although he didn't understand why Clay did this for the time being, he understood a truth, you must not do what your enemy wants you to do.

So, he called several people in the army who were familiar with the terrain of the riverland, and confirmed that it was late autumn, the Trident River was in flood season, and there was no possibility of crossing the lower reaches of the Green Fork River.

Jon Royce decided to trust his subordinates for once, so after the whole army crossed the Blue Fork River, he and his men chased towards the northwest after reaching the east bank.

But after chasing after him, Jon Royce felt that something was wrong. He always had a feeling of being cheated. Although he couldn't explain the reason, he just had such a feeling.

But the facts quickly made his battlefield intuition a reality.

"My lord... the horseshoe prints in front turned a corner and headed... in the direction we came from!"

The few dozen or so scouts were forcibly sent out with the sword held around the neck by Jon Royce. As a result, they brought back the news that made Jon Royce stunned on the spot.

Heading in the direction you came from?Doesn't that mean that these guys have returned to the beauty collection?
Jon Royce didn't want to understand what was going on for a long time. At this moment, he heard the guard around him complaining:
"My gods, this bunch of people from Hejian who are about to go to hell have made me do useless work again. What a waste of time!"

Wait... useless work?time?
Clay Mandler!You are really doing all kinds of bad things!

In an instant, Jon Royce, the poor man who had been played by Clay for almost a week, finally realized Clay's true purpose from the guard's unintentional words.

The division of troops and the fleeing to the north are all fucking fake!

The real purpose of this kid was to lead these idiots around in circles on the Trident River. After making himself dizzy, he immediately rushed all the way south from the direction he was chasing.

Thinking of this, Jon Royce suddenly took a breath, because he suddenly realized where Clay was really going.

This bastard is going to the south of the Red Fork River to sneak attack the unprepared army of the Three Cities!

The color on his face lost instantly, and Jon Royce forced himself to calm down. After reviewing all his thoughts, he found that there was nothing wrong with it.

Clay Mandalay set up one set after another, just waiting to get himself into it.

He blinded himself not for ambush or anything else, but for not revealing his whereabouts, so that he was fully prepared to deceive himself, and he, a fool, was still chasing him all the way.

If this splits up again in the Beauty Collection, Jon Royce really wants to bang his head against the wall.

"Quick! Quick! Order the army and return to the army beauties immediately! Now, right now!"

Everyone's eyes revealed a look of puzzlement. They didn't understand why their boss suddenly behaved like this. They have been chasing so deeply. Isn't it normal that they can't catch up?As for such a big reaction?

Jon Royce was not interested in explaining to them. He was thinking in his heart that Clay Manderly would not lead him too much, otherwise, it would be too late.

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Clay, who was missed by Jon Royce and wished to see him in the next second, had already crossed Raventree City, all the way south, and the whole army rushed towards the Red Fork River at the fastest speed.

He didn't wait for Krissen, he believed that the kid could complete the task, so he made an appointment with him to wait for him at Shaman's Beach, that's the place.

Because it was at full speed, it took a day for the vanguard of the Clay army to arrive at the Mummer's Beach Ferry, and at this time, the foolish Yon Royce had just arrived at the Beauty's Collection, ready to cross the river.

After this back and forth, Clay has been ahead for almost three days. It can be said that the Earl of Runestone City, who was so dizzy by him, can no longer even see his tail.

At this time, if there is a heavy rain that lasts for three days, or a snowfall, Clay estimates that the unlucky Jon Royce will not even know where he is.

Beside him, Rickard Karstark, who looked better, now finally figured out what Clay was going to do.

A pair of small eyes were full of excitement. Originally, in his opinion, only after Clay returned to the north and squeezed out the last of his troops could he join forces with Edmure Tully of Riverrun to fight the Valelander River Lannister.

Unexpectedly, Clay only had [-] cavalry in his hands, but he abruptly turned the tiger away from the mountain, turning passivity into initiative.

Now, Rickard Karstark, who has all the latest information, can feel better just by looking at the map of the riverland.

Because, in the area south of the Red Fork River and north of Shili City, all the mobile forces were evacuated by Jon Royce, leaving only the siege troops of [-] cavalry converted into infantry under Shili City and Acorn Hall.

If he didn't eat all the fat in his mouth, he would be too sorry for Clay's hard work.

So, after crossing Mummer's Ford, Clay ordered to rest on the spot to restore his horsepower. Earl Rickard Karstark came to Clay's resting place excitedly.

Clay saw him coming, looked him up a few times, and asked with a smile:
"What, my lord, is the injury quick? If the military doctor in Riverrun is so good, and he can heal such a serious injury in three days, then I can't let him go. Our northern army lacks such talents."

Rickard Karstark smiled awkwardly. The meaning of Clay's words was to remind him that your injury is not healed yet, so don't play tricks on me here.

But he didn't want to give up. Since that defeat, every night, in Rickard Karstark's dream, there will always be a scene of the collapse of the army, and the desperate wailing of soldiers when they are pierced by sharp knives.

He wanted revenge so badly.

"Master Clay... I, I know that your next attack direction is Stonewall City. I want to discuss some of my ideas with you, um... just as a reference for you."

Rickard Karstark's tone was quite polite, and there was even a trace of respect in it. Logically speaking, he, a great nobleman in the northern border, didn't need to be like this, but in the current situation, Clay can be said to be the hope of the entire northern border, so he can't let him.

"Okay, then sit down. Anyway, it's okay right now. You can say whatever you want, Mr. Earl. I don't have much to say here."

For some reason, Rickard Karstark thought of Rob Stark. His majesty the king became arbitrary after he took the throne. If he hadn't insisted on going his own way and forced the army to go south to Harrenhal, how could there be any tragedy later?
But Rickard Karstark wasn't sure if Clay was mocking Rob Stark, or just passing it off.

It didn't matter though, because Rickard himself was mad at Rob Stark.

Both of his sons died in the rebellion. Although Rob Stark was not killed, isn't this caused by Rob Stark's underestimation of the enemy?

So, now that Clay jumps up and scolds Rob Stark for not being a thing, Rickard will probably applaud and scold along with him.

"Master Clay, can I directly participate in the attack on the southward attack on the camp in the valley outside Shili City? You can allocate 500 people to me. I want to be the vanguard and avenge my son and my army!"

Rickard Karstark looked a little excited, and his gray beard was shaking up and down. Clay understood his mood, but he didn't agree with his request.

"My lord, I want to tell you that your battlefield is not there. Nearly 2 people were killed or injured in the First World War in the Northern Territory. Who wouldn't hate it?"

"Then tell me! Lord Clay! Tell me, where is my battlefield?"

"Listen to me, since you think you can move, then get lost to King's Road, where 9000 people are waiting for your command."

"Nine...how much?"

Rickard Karstark's roar stuck in his throat. He thought that Clay Manderly was deliberately preventing him from commanding the army, and that he had a bloody hatred for killing his son, so he was anxious with Clay.

But now, Clay Mandalay actually told him that 9000 people wanted him to command, which made him suddenly dumbfounded.

But immediately, he was confused, because he searched his head and couldn't figure out how Clay managed to create an army of nine thousand in such a short period of time.

Although the northern border squeezed out a lot of people, the northern border can still squeeze out so many people, but how long has it been since I lost the battle at Harrenhal, and where did so many people come from?
(End of this chapter)