Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

The consequences could be disastrous!

At this moment, James couldn't help but secretly rejoice, it seemed that the gods were on his side.

"Lord James, I will gather everyone together now to defend against this enemy force in the north."

James was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "If this is the case, the Northerners will definitely find out the clues, and will they risk coming to attack us?"

"Sir, what do you mean?" Da Feng was confused.

"Only gather the Lannister troops. As for the remaining civilians, mercenaries, and surrendered troops from the Riverlands in the camp..."

Da'von was shocked, but he also instantly understood James' plan.

He planned to use the civilians, mercenaries, and surrendered troops from the Riverlands as bait to attract the northern army, and wait for them to attack these baits.

It's like a fish biting the bait hook.

The Lannister army raised their fishing rods again and surrounded him from all directions.

"But if this is the case, those baits will probably suffer heavy casualties under the butcher's knife of the Northern Army." Da Feng said with worry.

"People always die in war, right?"

Jaime Lannister's eyes looked into the distance with endless depth.

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The night was silent, with moonlight shining and shadows everywhere.

The ground is covered with thick leaves, dense forests cover the ridges, and the hills slowly descend to the river bed.

The lower the land, the sparser the undergrowth.

Maege Mormont of House Mormont in the North played a long, low horn.

The direwolf Gray Wind threw his head back and howled to the sky.

The cavalry from the north appeared from behind the shadows in the dense forest.

They formed an endless line and began to charge towards the Lannister camp.

The cavalrymen raised their spears one after another, removing the mud and leaves used to cover the reflection, revealing the extremely sharp and cruel blades.

When they burst out of the woods, the moonlight shone on the tips of their spears, like thousands of fireflies wrapped in silver flames, rushing toward the enemy.

The Lannister camp was suddenly filled with people and horses wailing.

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Jaime Lannister led a group of personal guards on a high ridge, overlooking the battle below Riverrun City.

The enemy troops in the north have entered the encirclement as he wished.

They are slaughtering the civilians, mercenaries and riverland troops in the Lannister camp without restraint.

But I didn’t expect it!

The elite soldiers of the Lannister family have formed a large encirclement on the outer perimeter.

This circle is slowly shrinking.

Soon, the elites of the two armies collided and engaged in a fierce battle.

The valley below Flowing City echoed with excitement, with the crack of broken spears and the sound of swords clashing.

"Long live Winterfell!"

"Lannister long live!"

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James closed his eyes and listened.

The wind brought the sound of fighting on the battlefield.

Horse hooves galloped, iron boots splashed into the shallow water, and the sword made a dull sound as it struck the oaken shield.

The friction of steel colliding, bows and arrows whistling, war drums thundering, thousands of horses screaming at the same time, guns, swords and armor clashing, one after another.

The soldiers cursed loudly, begged for their lives, escaped death, or were doomed.

Some people survived, others died.

suddenly!

He heard the roar of a wolf, its sharp teeth tearing at pieces of flesh, and the men and horses letting out painful wails filled with fear.

But the sound gradually became weaker.

It finally subsided, and in the end there was only a miserable wolf howl.

Billions of years seemed to come and go, and the sound became louder and louder.

James heard more voices, some shouting orders, some uttering death wails.

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The battle ends quickly as it begins.

A large group of Lannister knights in lion helmets and red cloaks ran up the slope of the ridge.

All of them were covered in filth and their armors were dented, but they could not hide the excitement in their eyes.

Davon Lannister leads the way.

The two knights behind him were dragging a boy with maroon hair, who looked to be only 15 or 6 years old.

They pushed the boy down in front of James.

"Lord James is the boy of the Stark family, the 'Lord of the North' Robb Stark. I heard that the people in the North call him the 'Young Wolf Lord'..."

Sir Davon declared loudly.

"Hahaha.

This young wolf master is not easy to deal with. He is surrounded by the heirs of the northern nobles as guards, and there is also a direwolf the size of a calf. The direwolf was very ferocious. It killed many soldiers in a row, but in the end we were chopped down. Head! "

One of the knights said carelessly, "We are going to cook a roast wolf meat later!"

James said nothing and slowly looked at the boy on the ground, "You lost, Ed Stark's son."

Robb raised his head with difficulty.

There was a wound on his head, and blood flowed from the top of his head down one cheek. The pale morning light illuminated his maroon hair, "Yes, I lost."

"Kill him, Lord James."

A knight loudly shouted, "Cut his wolf head off to avenge Miss Cersei."

"Yes, kill him!" A knight echoed.

"No, take him down and put him in chains."

James replied, looking at King's Landing in the east, "He is more useful alive. Do we still have many enemies?"

Robb, covered in blood, was led away, his wounds bandaged, and put in chains.

"I heard that his mother, Lady Catelyn, is also in the army?" James asked.

"Yes, sir, but just when we were about to catch that bitch, the soldiers of the Karstark family protected her and escaped."

one of the knights answered.

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"What a glorious victory this is!"

Davon Lannister said excitedly, "Lord Jaime, since the 'Battle of the Golden Tooth' and the 'Battle of Riverrun', you have won your third victory.

How long has it been since the kingdom had such a wonderful battle?

I swear, for every three people over there in the north, we only die one.

We captured more than 100 knights and five northern nobles, including Galbert Glover of Deepwood Castle, Herman Tauhar of Torrhen Square...

We even captured the 'Lord of the North' - Robb Stark of Winterfell..."

"Everyone!"

James stopped his subordinates' compliments and said in a solemn yet calm tone: "Your performance in this battle is commendable.

I will hold a grand banquet in honor of you.

but not now!

We don't have time to celebrate our victory!

The conspirators and knights of the Vale from King's Landing have gone to Harrenhal to fight my father.

We won a battle, but not the entire war.

Now, everyone!

I order you to capture Riverrun! "

"Fight for Lord James!"

"Fight for the Lannister!"

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A victory raised the morale of the Lannister family to its peak!

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Wait for the crowd to disperse.

Davon looked puzzled, "Lord James, why are you so eager to capture Riverrun? Now that our major trouble has been eliminated and the 'Lord of the North' has been captured, we can completely slow down the attack on the city."

"Because our real enemy is not the so-called 'Young Wolf Lord'!"

James raised his head, looked into the distance, and pushed his blond hair away from his eyes with his hand: "I seem to see the gods revealing to me in the dark..."

Domeric Bolton!

You cut off my left hand and killed my sister Cersei!

Now, are you ready to bear the fire of my vengeance?