Game of Thrones: From Lord Elden to Young Wolf

Robb has no time to care about what happened in the royal city now, he still has an important battle to fight.

Just like the battle of the Whispering Forest, the enemy's army is still larger than his own, and they have built complete fortifications. It is unlikely to replicate the miracle that the cavalry can end the battle by charging.

It's time to fight head-on and command the team to fight.

Robb calculated his current state in his mind. Although he is very strong, there is no fruit pulp orange in this world to help him quickly restore his mana during the battle. He can only wait for the passage of time to recover slowly.

Otherwise, Robb will keep spitting dragon breath, and any army will be nothing but toys in front of him.

The idea of ​​enchanting the army on a large scale is not very good, because the enchantment does not last long, usually only a few minutes.

It is common for a large-scale battle to last a day. It is impossible for him to release enchantments and prayers everywhere to find friendly forces in the middle of the battle. That would be too cost-effective.

Robb still thought it was better to follow the path of the King of Chu: "It still depends on personal bravery. As long as you perform inhumanly and completely destroy the opponent's morale in the fastest time, you can win."

The King of Chu could fight against an army of hundreds of thousands with tens of thousands of people, and he could do it too.

"My lord, Lord Jason is here."

Sir Blackfish came to Robb's tent, and he was accompanied by an elderly noble, Lord Jason Mallister, who came to support from the Sea City.

Lord Jason was a tall and thin man with a clean-shaven beard, brown hair mixed with white, and a pair of blue-gray eyes revealing ferocity.

Perhaps because of the forced march, his face was haggard and well-defined, wearing indigo armor with silver inlays, and his helmet was decorated with eagle wings.

He greeted Robb politely: "Lord Robb Stark, you can fight such a beautiful battle at such a young age, which really makes us old guys in the riverlands ashamed."

Robb stood up to greet him. This old weasel is much more trustworthy than the old weasel in Luanhe City: "Lord Earl, you are too kind. Those are just empty names. The past is like floating clouds in the sky. Don't worry about it."

Jason Mallister looked at Robb with approval. It was rare for him to remain humble at such a young age after doing such a great thing as capturing the Kingslayer alive.

"When I came here, there were many wandering knights and teams defeated by Sir Jaime who wanted to surrender on the road. I spent some time to absorb them into the team. Now there are more than 2,500 people."

Robb felt that these people were enough. He came to the map and began to observe the situation in Riverrun.

Because it is located at the confluence of two rivers and surrounded by rivers, Jaime can only divide the troops into three parts and station them in the west, east and north of Riverrun. This is Robb's opportunity.

"In fact, we are in an advantageous position now," Ser Blackfish analyzed the map. "Jaime was captured alive by you. They are now leaderless and their morale must be in chaos. The combined number of us and the defenders of Riverrun is greater than any of the three armies."

Jason Mallister did not speak. He wanted to hear Robb's tactical arrangements.

Robb thought for a while and decided to use the simplest strategy in the art of war: sneak attack plus feint attack.

"Wait until dark, and we will launch a general attack. Lord Jason, you can transfer all the cavalry in the team to me. How many people are there?"

"One or two hundred people, the combat effectiveness is pretty good."

Robb nodded: "Very good, I will lead 400 riders to attack the enemy on the north bank at night. Once you see the fire, immediately lead all your troops to attack the team on the west bank."

Ser Blackfish did not doubt Robb. Before, Robb led their team of less than 300 people to break through Jaime's 3,000 cavalry. There would be no problem in attacking the camp at night this time.

"Then how should the garrison of Riverrun be arranged?"

Robb had already thought about it: "Once I start the night attack on the north bank, the troops from the east and west will definitely cross the river to support me. The garrison of Riverrun will be responsible for dealing with those supporting troops. If they are attacked halfway across the river, the Lannister army will never be the opponent of the garrison of Riverrun."

The plan was arranged, and everyone entered a state of combat readiness.

Sir Blackfish took people out to clear the nearby scouts to prevent the other side from knowing the movements of their army, and at the same time passed the message to the garrison in Riverrun.

...

Night fell quickly, and Robb rode on his horse and set off with more than 400 cavalrymen.

Tonight is also a full moon.

Robb and the cavalrymen waited quietly on the north bank.

After an unknown period of time, a raven's cry came from a distance.

This was a secret signal between Robb and Earl Jason. As long as the other side made arrangements, they would send scouts to inform Robb.

Seeing that the campfire of the team stationed on the north bank was extinguished, Robb put on his helmet and picked up the long sword in his hand.

Behind them, the wolf riders were silent and picked up their spears together.

Most of the cavalrymen sent by Earl Jason to support were a little panicked. Many of them were stragglers who had just suffered a defeat. If they hadn't heard that Robb had taken 300 men to defeat Jaime's 3,000 men, many of them would have run away.

Do these hundreds of cavalrymen want to attack a legion of thousands of men with fortifications?

What's the difference between this and committing suicide.

But when they saw Robb's determined eyes and the murderous atmosphere of the wolf riders, they inexplicably grew a lot of confidence in their hearts. They always felt that they would always win by following such a leader and team.

"The enemy has rested. Now is the best time for us to put our swords on their necks. Just follow me and charge."

Robb's voice slipped out from under the helmet, which seemed a little muffled, but everyone heard it clearly.

Awooo!!!

Under the full moon, accompanied by a long whistle of the grey wind, the sound of horse hooves was like thunder!

The patrol soldiers on the north bank of the Lannister army soon discovered something unusual, and one soldier immediately fumbled for the horn beside him and prepared to blow it to warn.

Swish!

A spear composed of golden thunder appeared in the chest of the soldier in an instant. He was paralyzed and unable to move, with a puzzled expression on his face: Why can't he move?

After the soldier fell, the patrol soldier behind him wanted to continue to get the horn, but was immediately killed by Robb's second thunder gun in the distance.

After several times in a row, the patrol soldiers realized that this horn was a life-threatening thing, and it was best not to even look at it.

So the few remaining soldiers could only use the most primitive method to warn: shouting.

"Enemy attack!"

"The wolf is coming!"

The shouting could not spread throughout the entire camp in a short time.

Without the horn warning, one-third of the soldiers stationed on the north bank failed to wake up from their sleep in time.

Many soldiers ran out of the tents close to Robb's army, and they were all awakened by the sound of horse hooves.

"Go to the fortifications, the enemy is attacking!"

"Cover! Where the hell are the crossbowmen? Come here!"

The command system of the garrison on the north bank has not completely collapsed, and there are still mid-level officers trying to fight back.

Robb took the lead, looking at the wooden anti-cavalry fence on the road, and jumped high from the back of the horse, and then condensed a phantom of a giant dragon.

This time it was the roar of a fire dragon.

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