Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 287
As soon as Clay's banner appeared on the battlefield of Harrenhal, it immediately had a very obvious effect.

Brynden Tully's army immediately launched a tentative attack on the Western Territory army in front of them.

It seems that no one has dared to openly show a negative attitude of avoiding war in front of Clay.

After all, Clay Mandalay was able to get to where he is today by stepping on the blood of the enemy. They didn't have the guts to provoke him and disobey his orders.

When they received Clay's request that they all go to Clay's army camp, they could only bite the bullet and go there.

They already had a hunch that this time Clay Mandalay would not be as easy to talk to as before.

This time is no different than before. In the past, the army in Clay Mandalay's hands was basically from their Hejian land.

But now, Clay Mandalay himself, the thousands of elite Mandalay families under his control, plus the 1 people from the town of Earl Holloway in the north, have already tipped the scales.

This is a serious lineage of Clay, and they are not the nobles of Hejian who can get in the way.

These 1 people have no opinion on the Battle of Harrenhal. Therefore, in terms of carrying out this matter, the current Clay Mandalay has almost reached the peak of his authority.

In the past, before Clay Mandalay came to the frontal battlefield, the nobles in Hejian could use the temporary arbitrariness of the battlefield to prevaricate him.

But now, no one dared to die under his nose.

The leaders of the Riverlands, led by Edmure Tully, rushed to Clay Manderly at their fastest speed.

As soon as they entered Clay's central army tent, they saw that the young man who was now commanding an army of [-] seemed very calm.

An unexpected, unsettling calm.

But they had no reason to ask, and could only sit obediently on the wooden blocks prepared for them.

It's good to have a seat, although the gentlemen are used to the delicate buttocks touching the soft cushions, and some can't accept the hard style of the army, but no one dares to speak out.

Among them, only a small number of people have positions, and the rest can only choose to stand behind other great nobles in Hejian.

Seeing that everyone was almost there, Clay didn't talk nonsense to them, and directly started his last military meeting before the war.

"My lords, I want to ask first, have you received the order from the messenger I sent?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere at the scene that was a bit noisy just now due to the large number of people suddenly fell into an ice cellar.

The audience was silent, everyone knew the answer, but no one dared to answer this terrible question.

Clay knew this was the case a long time ago, and he had no intention of letting go of this group of Hejian people who did not work hard.

"My side, come back and give me the order clearly, saying that he has sent my order to Edmure Tully, and now Ser Brynden Tully who suddenly seized the opportunity, oh, and There were many people present."

"Everyone, you have to give me a quasi-word."

Clay's tone was not harsh, and he went on to say:
"If my orderly lied to me, and he didn't convey my order to you, then he must be punished and use his blood to wash away the reputation of your lords."

"However, if my orderly has not lied to me, then..."

Clay looked around with a smile, but his face suddenly sank, and said with a sneer:

"Everyone, you have to give me an explanation for the current battle situation!"

……

Chrisson was a little tired.

What made him realize this was that he stabbed a fleeing Lannister infantry to death with a sword just now, and the long sword got stuck in the bone of this hapless guy, and he didn't pull it out immediately.

It wasn't like this when the war just started.

Feeling the magic power in his body that could not make ends meet, Krissen looked at the panic-stricken but still crowded western army in front of him, feeling exhausted spontaneously.

There are too many people, it is impossible to kill them all.

His current position was already in the middle of the siege army at the north gate of Harrenhal in the army of the western region.

They defeated four unsuspecting western infantry formations along the way, but their good luck ended there.

After all, the Western Territory Army, in theory, is the army with the highest overall quality in Westeros.

Their reaction speed is not slow at all.

After all, the essence of the entire western army is here.

Soon, under the adjustment of some middle and low-level officers, other infantry formations nearby began to gradually complete their turn. Although they could not completely turn their offensive side towards the extremely fast Chrissen's troops, at least, It's not that you leave your backyard to them.

But with such a small adjustment, in Krissen's place, he immediately felt that the difficulty of charging and breaking through the formation has become much more difficult.

Looking at the north gate of Harrenhal, which was already in sight, Krissen didn't have to turn his head. He knew that there would be fewer and fewer comrades who could charge forward with him.

To say a thousand words and ten thousand, they are taking 500 people to challenge the nearly [-] troops in the western region. Now, it is the best result. After that, every step forward will be paid by their lives.

Tilting his head, avoiding a javelin thrown by someone, Krissen didn't even look at where the javelin came from.

He doesn't have the time.

The long sword in the palm of his hand had already been collided with countless weapons, countless armors, and countless bones, and it became pitted, full of cracks and gaps.

Gently moving the blade, relying on the speed of the horse, he successfully opened the aorta of a western soldier who was trying to attack him.

Killed another one.

Krissen knew.

But this idea only existed in his mind for less than half a second, because he found that the western army on the right front seemed to be a little confused.

He was sure that he had never launched an impact in that direction.

It doesn't make sense for the people in the western region to become chaotic themselves.

Little did he know that the people from the Western Region there were ten times more panicked than him, who was surrounded by heavy siege.

Because, so desperately, the king, mother and son, who had been staying inside the North Camp and were strictly grounded by Tywin Lannister, managed to come out of the camp for some reason.

Under the escort of the "loyal dog" Sandor Clegane, he came to the front of the North Camp.

Earl Damon Marbrand, who was in charge of commanding the soldiers to attack the city, didn't know what was going on. After all, his son who led the troops out of the camp without authorization was given to him by the careless Chrissen not long ago. Killed with one sword.

Therefore, this Earl, who is on the first front line of the siege, really doesn't know that the entire Beida camp, including his rear, is now completely messed up.

Seeing Joffrey Baratheon, and Cersei Lannister who wears her crown all the time, Damon Marbrand can't say anything, so he can only follow the king's standard first, old man Honestly performed a vassal ceremony.

Without saying a word, he was confused by Geoffrey Baratheon's inexplicable series of offensive orders.

The king actually ordered him to put all his troops into the siege of Harrenhal, and Harrenhal must be captured within an hour. If anyone failed, the king would behead him.

Seeing that Joffrey Baratheon's "performance" is still so stable, Sir Sandor Clegane, the hound who originally wanted to be a silent mascot, can only look black and don't know what's going on. Earl Damon Marbrand stepped aside and quietly explained to him what had just happened.

According to Sandor Clegane, Geoffrey Baratheon, this bastard boy, um... Let's count him as "South Hunting" for now.

Earl Damon Marbrand didn't care too much about this, anyway, the nausea didn't reach his head in the end, it was Tywin Lannister's housework, and the old lion had to come over to Joffrey Barasi later Well wipe your ass.

Just thinking about how to deal with these two hot people, Earl Damon Marbrand, heard a loud noise erupting outside.

He hurried out to check, and without much effort, he understood what was going on.

It turned out that Brynden Tully, the "black fish", who had appeared in the woodland flanking him a few hours ago but had been fishing, suddenly attacked him at this moment.

He just ordered his reserve team to stop the sneak attack on him by this old guy who doesn't speak martial arts.

However, the next moment, he discovered that behind him, there were the neighing and shouting of war horses.

Looking back, Earl Damon Marbrand's mind was blank.

He saw a golden halberd mermaid banner fluttering in the wind...

(End of this chapter)