Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The cavalry marched against the dawn of dawn. The winding Red King Ancient Road ended in front of them. Only a fallen road sign was mostly buried in the snow, pointing in the direction.

The tall horses in the north are treading on the snow, and the cavalry are lying low on the horses. They are equipped with spears, daggers, bows, arrows, daggers and other armaments. The faded flags show a faint gray in the night that is about to see light, and the direwolf above them The pattern is very light, and unless you have a very good eye, you will probably not be able to make it out. But the Mormont flag on the side is very prominent, and the green color is eye-catching.

Daisy did not choose a long sword, a meteor hammer was her favorite.

She kicked her legs silently, and the horses moved forward slowly in tacit understanding. The cavalry team gradually dispersed, bypassing the Red King's Ancient Road, and marched along the long foothills towards the forest in the distance.

The second son of the Ryswell family walked at the front of the team. Daisy recalled the accusations made by Greatjon Umber against the Ryswell family, "After all, they were married to the Bolton family, even if they swore in front of the weirwood tree." A thousand times, I might not trust them!"

But Lord Eddard Stark chose to trust the Ryswell family. After all, the army in the Brooklands was quite intact. Not only that, he also asked Greatjon Umber's team to return with Ser Marlon Manderly. White Harbor.

Daisy didn't trust her. The Dustin family might be the first family to receive the Raven's letter, but Mrs. Barber, who was born in the Ryswell family, chose to remain silent. Moreover, as Great Jon said, the Ryswell family still She had a marriage relationship with Bolton, which made it hard not to be wary, but she didn't know how to speak to the Duke.

Daisy looked at the distance, stretched out her arm, and gave the instruction "dismount".

The scouts dismounted one after another, lowered their posture and slowly entered the forest.

The forest land was also covered with snow, and the scouts tried to move as slowly as possible to reduce the sound of stepping on the snow.

Daisy opened her ears and listened carefully to the rustling in the air.

His nose moved, and it was obviously the smell left by the extinguished campfire.

She reached for her waist, took off the wine bag, took a small sip, moistened it in her mouth, chewed it for a moment and swallowed it. Slowly pushing aside the bushes in front, the meteor hammer was raised slightly.

"Creak!" In the dense jungle under the cover of night, mistakes are inevitable, and a scout stepped on a branch.

Small sounds will become loud in the silence, and the atmosphere will suddenly become stagnant, followed by rapid footsteps and breathing.

"Kill!" Daisy rushed out of the bushes and slammed the meteor hammer forward.

"Crack!" The Bolton infantry met him in the face and fell to the ground. Daisy swung her hammer, always keeping her distance from the shadows in the night ahead.

Arrows flew out all around, and Stark's scouts drew their swords and jumped out from all directions, fighting with Bolton's infantry.

After several encounters, the sounds of fighting ceased.

Many of Bolton's soldiers died from arrows and swords before they could even take out their weapons, and many more died in their sleep.

The second son of the Ryswell family aimed his sword at the sleeping enemy's throat and stabbed him, holding on tightly and watching him struggle.

"This is the team that least resembles an advance army I have ever seen," the second son joked, looking at the silent enemy, he shook his head, "A child."

Daisy looked over and saw that he was indeed a child. He was just practicing swordsmanship and was about the same height as the illegitimate son of the Hornwood family.

"They must have spread out. Stay vigilant. There are enemies nearby." Daisy glanced at the second son of the Ryswell family and said to the surrounding scouts.

They groped forward for more than ten miles, until the morning light had risen, illuminating the snow on the ground. They did not stop until the entire forest land was searched.

Burton's corpses were piled up, totaling thirty-five. As for the rest, Daisy looked at the lines of footprints in the snow in the distance and saw the direction in which they extended. She thought thoughtfully and turned her head to look around. The soldiers shouted: "Cut off your heads and return to camp!"

"Woohoo!~" The cheers of the scouts after their achievements echoed in the forest again.

After breaking out of camp, the Stark army continued to advance towards the Lonely Mountain. The terrain was getting higher and higher, and the army's forward speed also slowed down a lot.

News of Bolton soldiers being spotted and camped became more frequent. Ed analyzed this information and issued orders one after another. Thousands of sergeants were properly dispatched, and then they returned with many heads collected. It became increasingly common for the army to break camp and move forward.

Unknowingly, they had far exceeded their original plan and expectations, and the Lonely Mountain and the Weeping River seemed to be within easy reach.

A huge bearskin was draped over Ed's body. He took off his thick gloves and felt the temperature of the air.

It's getting colder every day, he thought to himself. But northerners are often prepared for this. Ed looked at his team.

The thick and big paws of the thick-haired pony stepped on the snow, leaving only a line of shallow footprints. This group of gray-haired veterans or young novices who were just entering the battlefield were all ready with tightly wrapped bags. Fur, lined with cooked leather, many people put the old chainmail they brought on the horse's back, holding the reins and following the team forward.

Some people painted their faces brown-green and carried many branches on their bodies as camouflage.

Eddard, the envoy sent by Roose Bolton, ignored them all and drove them away before continuing their march.

In fact, he felt deep down in his heart that this was not appropriate. Perhaps it would be more efficient to pretend to agree and trick the Bolton family into coming over and catch them all.

But he needs a clear statement to restore the Stark family's declining reputation. He wants to defeat the rebellious Bolton family and revive Stark's wolf-running momentum.

The forest of countless masts at the White Harbor Shipyard was his great support. When Ed saw this scene on the top of the White Harbor, he was dumbfounded and had no words to say.

He could only be thankful that even in the current situation, Manderly was still loyal to Stark and Winterfell.

Ed turned his head and looked behind. The mules, horses and bulls that had just been robbed from the vassal farms of the Dreadfort were dragging a long line of wagons. A large number of civilians pushed carts carrying food, fodder, tents and other supplies. A large number of family members wearing chain mail or even plate armor stayed on both sides of the baggage team.

The Northern cavalry dragged at the end of the team in an orderly manner, reinforcing the main team and the baggage team at any time and place.

"Duke!" The eldest son and heir of Earl Leswell, Roger Leswell, strode over with a long sword in hand.

Ed nodded to him and called his name, "Roger Leswell."

Roger nodded. Ed had to rely on Leswell's cavalry. Most of the latter were well-rested and had not suffered much loss. The northern war horses provided by the streamland were also the most in the Northern Expedition to the Dreadfort, far exceeding the other northern lords. One-third of the drum cavalry behind the baggage train were flying the flag of the Leswell family.

The head of a black horse, no wonder they are famous for raising horses.

"The weather is too cold, and there is a forest ahead. I suggest camping here and cutting down more trees." Roger pointed to the large forest covered with snow in front and said to Ed.

Ed nodded thoughtfully and agreed to Rorge's proposal, but then asked:

"Has your father, Lord Ryswell, received any news from the creeks about the Ironborn?"

Rorge suddenly became a little excited when he heard this, "Don't worry, Lord Ed, my father has personally led the army to build fortifications along the river, and can wipe out the arrogant Ironborn on the Rock Coast at any time and anywhere. They only have hundreds of people! And Ryswell has an army of more than two thousand!"

Hundreds of people, Ed was surprised to hear this. If there were only this number of people, the alliance between Bolton and the Ironborn that he had worried about before would become a joke.

"Lord Ed!" A clear and loud voice came from a distance. It was Daisy Mormont, the warlike mother bear.

A letter was held in Daisy's hand, "It's a raven! A raven sent by a herald! From Winterfell!"

Ed stepped forward and opened the letter. "Ser Caleb Condon has entered Winterfell and is organizing the armies of all parties to help the Tallhart family recapture Torrhen's Square."

"May the old gods bless you!" Rorge smiled, and even the mother bear beside him couldn't hide her smile.

"Spread the news to the whole army, and set up camp today." Eddard put away the letter, ordered, and led the horse to the baggage train.

In a moment, countless people cheered behind him, loud and continuous, echoing in the snow.

After a night of rest, the rear army turned to the front army and issued a forced march order. Eddard thought to himself, he estimated the time, if there was no mistake, the fleet of White Harbor would be almost at the Weeping River.

Manderly could also send people to bypass it, go to the Last Hearth and Carhor City to contact the Umber family and the Karstark family in the north, and attack from the north and south sea routes, so that Roose Bolton could not escape.