Chapter 284 Alertness
Reinforcements are always one step late, this is a general rule throughout the ages.

Joffrey Baratheon, and his queen mother Cersei Lannister, narrowly escaped from the already chaotic North Camp.

Just 3 minutes after they left the tent where they lived, Chrissen's horse's hoof stepped on the collapsed tent beam.

After defeating the little resistance at the gate, Krissen's cavalry seemed to be in no man's land.

In fact, it is not quite accurate to say that, because the entire North Camp of the Western Territory Army is basically an empty camp now, and it is indeed a deserted land, it doesn't seem to be.

The cavalry didn't have time to stop and light the fire. The people in the western region were more experienced than the people in the valley. The distance between each tent was very large, and the snow on it was not conducive to burning.

Therefore, instead of trying to please the dismounted horses and ignite them, it is better to trample these tents to pieces with horseshoes.

This scene, in the eyes of Sir Brynden Tully, who had just rushed to the battlefield, was like smoke and dust rising in the North Camp in the Western Territory, and he didn't know what happened inside.

They have no way to communicate with Krissen's headquarters. Whether there are mobile phones or satellite maps here, they have no idea what the friendly troops are doing.

Therefore, Brynden Tully glanced at the three thousand cavalry behind him, hesitated for a while, and ordered them to stop where they were.

At least, you can only fight if you understand it, otherwise, the enemy and allies don't know the current state, so you can't just go up like this.

……

Before starting the battle, the Krissen cavalry knew what their target was. Therefore, although there was inevitably chaos in the establishment after entering the camp, it didn't matter.

After more than 400 cavalrymen fought continuously during this period, after Chrissen rushed out from the south gate of the North Camp, the cavalrymen who appeared next to him one after another could reach [-] in total.

In other words, from the time they started marching towards the camp of the Western Territory Army until now, they have paid the price of about 100 people for a total of three hours of fighting.

This was the home field of the people from the western region. Krissen looked at the incomparably huge camp, and he didn't think that the remaining cavalry comrades who were trapped in the camp would be able to come out alive.

But since he chose to come with him, of course he was mentally prepared not to go back.

Cavalry has never been a unit used for defense. Its essence is to attack, attack, and attack again!

He stretched out his hand and broke off a small hand ax stuck on the shoulder armor, and threw it on the ground, slightly bloodshot.

It was thrown to him by an old guy with a broken leg. That guy, when he was busy controlling his horse to trample on the tent, chasing the escaped wounded soldiers who were staggering, did not know where to find such a handful. The sharp ax was thrown towards his head.

The whistling throwing ax brought a strong tearing sound, and was captured by Krissen's senses as a witcher first, so his instinct on the battlefield saved him.

Subconsciously dodged for a while, and then, this time, the seal of Kunn, which was at the end of the crossbow, burst instantly, and then, the huge kinetic energy of the ax cut through the armor on the shoulders.

Bite off Krissen's skin a little, but that's all.

After all, this is not a crossbow from the city guard crossbow. The kinetic energy has been exhausted after breaking the seal of Kun En and the iron armor.

Krissen was startled suddenly, and there was no way to pull out the ax on the battlefield.

At the first moment, he rushed over with his horse, and the long sword slit the throat of the old guy who attacked him.

Afterwards, he kept holding the ax up until he rushed out from the south gate before he had time to deal with it.

Taking a breath and pulling out the axe, Krissen glanced at the shoulder armor with a deep cut, and shook his head.

He was still careless, and the two hearty victories made him a little bit smug.

When everyone else consciously completed the formation behind him, Krissen took a deep breath, thinking about his next attack plan in his mind.

He is not afraid, and he is afraid that he will not continue to command the army to attack here.

From an unpopular side branch of Mandalay to the current representative of Lord Clay, commanding five hundred cavalry all the way to the army, and no one can stop here, Chrissen has long been content.

Even if he died on the battlefield, his family would definitely receive generous rewards from Lord Clay, and at least one knight title would remain.

So, he has nothing to fear.

"My lord, we are now very close to Harrenhal, but the problem is, on our left, Tywin Lannister's golden lion banner appeared, and, following him, there are at least a thousand cavalry .”

"Our men and horses are tired now. We attacked too fast and didn't have much time to rest."

The sentinel sent the latest news, and Krissen nodded.

This is an objective fact. They are also human beings, not made of iron. Although they played a particularly disparate exchange ratio because of their indomitable momentum, it is undeniable that they still encountered some problems.

Now, before them, there are two options.

First, directly attack the elite army brought by the old lion, and wrestle with the strongest army in the western region to see who is the real hero.

Second, use the poor information to decisively attack the siege troops under the unsuspecting Harrenhal Castle.

Tywin Lannister is still some distance away from him, and he is not as clear as he is about the state of the battlefield here, and he doesn't know what Krissen is going to do.

Therefore, Krissen could completely ignore the Tywin troops approaching him, and use the time exchanged by this distance to immediately launch the siege army of the western region to attack the north gate of Harrenhal.

The deployment of their entire army is facing Harrenhal in the south, which is equivalent to exposing their buttocks to themselves. As for whether they can reach their stomachs in one step, it depends on their own abilities.

Kristen frowned in thought.

These two options are actually both benefits and risks.

The first plan is a rare opportunity to catch an old lion with only 1000 guards around him, if he can reproduce the previous two victories in one go.

You don't need to catch the old lion, you just need to chop down the golden lion flag, and then shout things like "Tywin Lannister is dead" everywhere, and the entire army in the western region may collapse.

But this is gambling, and the odds of winning are not high.

I was able to lead people into battle before, it was because I was a full-armored cavalry, and I had received equipment bonuses.

But this time, if they were to face off against the old lion's pro-army, then their side would not have any advantage.

I am not sure about the outcome, even if I win by luck, I am afraid that people like myself will be able to go back alive in the end.

And the second option is even more desperate.

He only has 400 people in his hands now, but how many western troops are attacking the city?There are eight or nine thousand if there is no ten thousand.

If one foot sinks in and does not come out, it is easy to be piled up alive by the opponent.

If they wanted to force the Harrenhal siege troops to stop attacking, they had to find a way to hurt them.

In other words, you can't just hit and go, you must use your own life to attract enough firepower.

……

"Lord Clay, our army will be able to reach the outskirts of Harrenhal in three hours. Sir Brynden Tully's troops have arrived first, but he does not seem to have launched an attack."

Lord Tytos Blackwood came to Clay's side and told him the latest situation on the battlefield.

The battle at Harrenhal was fierce, and the nearest was Edmure Tully's 1 people.

After their vanguard arrived, they actually stood by and fished, which annoyed Clay very much.

The rest is the remaining [-] cavalry troops led by him. After such a long march, they are about to reach the battlefield.

Finally, there is the army of [-] Manderly families and the major families in the north led by the Earl of Karstark in the north.

This army was the latest to receive the news, and it is estimated that it may be just now. By the time they arrive at the battlefield, the main force of Clay and Edmure Tully must have been in place long ago.

But it's useless to put them in Lord Harroway's town, because they can't do anything except consume food.

That being the case, it would be better to put their lives in the meat grinder of Harrenhal.

"Earl Blackwood, can you tell me the truth, what do you people in the river think of the king Robb Stark?"

Clay ignored it, and Lord Tytos Blackwood, who seemed worried about Brynden Tully who had not launched an attack, asked another question instead.

But this question alerted Earl Tytos Blackwood all of a sudden.

(End of this chapter)

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