Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

There was a fire in the granary, and it was not until the two guards lying at the door were awakened by the high temperature of the fire, and the black smoke produced by the flames resembled an angry black dragon in the night sky, that the entire West Camp responded slowly.

The soldiers rushed towards the burning granary, but when they arrived, they discovered that the granary was no longer saved.

The grain and wooden granary itself were flammable, and coupled with the large amount of accumulation, and the guy guarding the granary did not respond in time, the fire was raging and there was no way to start.

Jero Grafson, the Earl of Seagull Town, immediately panicked when he heard that the granary had been destroyed.

The camp is narrow, and all the food is stored in the granary. The last time food was delivered from the Blood Gate was before that bastard Yohn Royce left.

After such a long time, there was not much left in the granary. Logically speaking, the Blood Sect's grain transport team should have arrived long ago. Grafson lacked the means to contact the Eagle's Nest City, so he couldn't ask even if he wanted to.

This time, a fire burned all the food, but the people were not burned to death. When the two idiots guarding the warehouse realized the fire, they immediately ran away in a panic instead of putting out the fire.

Count Gerold Grafson had a very clear attitude towards such a guy. He waved his hand and pulled him down and chopped off his head.

The army failed to take care of food, causing the army to run out of food. What kind of crime is this?

I'm afraid even if these two people have ten heads, they won't be enough to chop them off.

The Earl of Seagull Town looked coldly at the granary that had turned into a hell. His face was red with fire. The snowflakes in the sky had not yet fallen, but they had completed the process of melting and evaporating in an instant.

While he was still thinking about what to do next, a knight from the Grafson family ran over panting. Regardless of etiquette, he grabbed Gerold Grafson's hand and screamed:

"Sir, look, over there at the armory!"

Upon hearing this, Earl Grafson looked in the direction of the knight's finger.

Another thick column of smoke suddenly rose, carrying a huge amount of ash and heat into the dark sky.

Earl Grafson knew that this was where the army's ordnance was stored, and a large part of the soldiers' weapons and armor were stored there.

It's over, it's all over now!

This thought immediately flashed through Earl Gerold Grafson's mind, and he couldn't get rid of it. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

The current situation is obvious. Suddenly a fire breaks out, and the granary and armory of his West Camp are taken care of by name.

Unlike those stupid subordinates who only knew that there was a fire, as a well-established nobleman, Count Gerald Grafson immediately realized that this was definitely not an accident, but someone deliberately lit the fire!

At this juncture, the only person with the motive and ability to do this was Clay Mandler, who was hiding in Stonehedge City and pretending to be innocent. There was no one else except him, and Gerald Grafson was very convinced.

After the defeat of the Bei Camp, Clay's troops suffered heavy losses and had to enter Shili City for rest and recuperation. The defense of the West Camp caused the little brats in the North to retreat.

Bastards, they're all lies!

Clay Mandler just wanted to find a more efficient way to deal with himself. He didn't even need the army to come forward at all. He sent a few spies to sneak into his place and set a fire to achieve his goal.

Earl Jello Grafson suddenly realized that his camp and all the preparations he had made before might be nothing in front of the actual master of the northern army.

…

The two arsonists, Desmond and Garland, after setting the fire and making sure that the fire had burned smoothly, ran out without any hesitation.

The other valley soldiers were running in the direction of the fire to put out the fire, but they were running away in the opposite direction.

In the chaos, no one noticed the two suspicious culprits. So, these two guys set off a few more fires and let the tents join the self-burning queue, and successfully sneaked into the village. By the wall.

When they came, they came directly over the wall from this place. The patrols of the valley people were extremely lax at that time, and the two stowaways entered the country smoothly without anyone noticing.

But when the fire broke out, the wall defenders who were fishing for fish still had some military common sense. They knew that their side was most vulnerable to being breached at this time, so they threw the fish aside and immediately alerted the surroundings.

This is difficult for Garland and Desmond. No matter how powerful the demon hunters are, no matter how powerful their individual combat capabilities are, they are helpless in the face of this wall of sighs in front of them.

The reason is very simple, I can’t fly.

If there's no one around, it's easy to just take a personal ladder. The wall isn't too high anyway, so Nu Li can get out. But now, there are valley soldiers everywhere with weapons, running around like facing a formidable enemy. What to do at this time? Isn't this just pure courting of death?

There was no other way. The two of them looked at each other and gave up the idea of ​​climbing over the wall. Unless they directly took action and killed all the surrounding valley soldiers, otherwise, they could only rely on the skin on their bodies to pretend to be good people.

It's a pity that conditions don't allow it now, otherwise the two of them would be really itchy. They had been fighting smoothly with Master Clay before, and they had no chance to display their talents on the battlefield.

At this time, Garland and Desmond heard the dull sound of the horn from the east-facing Zhaimen sentry tower of the West Camp.

There were two low trombone sounds in total, and the meaning behind them was known to all the seven countries.

This was a signal that the enemy's cavalry was about to attack. This made things worse for the valley people who were already in chaos in the West Camp, and for the two unlucky guys who couldn't get out, it was a snowy opportunity.

Lord Clay is here to save us!

…

On the top of the city, Clay Manderly has been watching this crowded and narrow camp. This is the last nail in the valley people near Stonehedge City. As long as he is removed, even if Yohn Royce comes back, will he be able to do it? It became rootless duckweed due to lack of supplies.

He was only three or four days ahead of the old guy. It took him two days to smash the Valley People's horse farm and defeat the Beida camp together. Although Clay was still moving, the objective distance was Keep getting closer.

Therefore, Clay is actually very anxious to take down the western camp and completely clean up the forces in the valley near Shili City. In this way, the 20,000 people in Riverrun City can be mobilized.

As long as the two thousand cavalry on his side are in place, Clay dares to find a way to use less than four thousand cavalry to fight against Yohn Royce's three thousand tired soldiers.

And if there are only a thousand or so people in hand who are also spending a lot of money, even if they rack their brains and win, the losses on their side will definitely be very heavy. There will be at most a fraction of more than a thousand people left.

The temperature at night was getting even lower, and the soldiers patrolling the top of Shili City all cast envious glances at the heavy fur cloak on Clay's back.

I can't help it, the weather is changing so fast. More than a month ago, it was clear and sunny, but the rain gave me a little chill. Why is it now freezing cold and snowflakes covering my face?

The soldiers were shivering with cold and could only lean on the burning brazier and huddle together to keep warm.

Clay glanced at them and sighed slightly.

This is just a task like patrolling at the top of the city that doesn't require much physical exertion. If they really go to the battlefield, in this kind of weather, the soldiers will probably be put on a deuff that reduces the combat effectiveness of the entire army by 50%.

But now, Clay couldn't just say hello to Earl Petyr and Tywin Lannister on the opposite side and say he would fight later. Brother, I will go home and change into thick clothes before coming back.

It's ridiculous and impossible.

Therefore, both sides had no choice but to grit their teeth and fight to the end.

After waiting for a long time, with a thick layer of snowflakes covering his shoulders, and staring intently in the direction of the West Camp, Clay finally saw two plumes of smoke that made him feel reassured.

The two boys Garland and Desmond succeeded!

Clay didn't hesitate at all. He knew very well that as long as this fire was lit, it would definitely be the last straw that crushed the Western Camp.

Having experienced battles for a long time, he certainly understands what the situation is like at the West Camp. As a commander, he has such a keen sense of the battlefield. At this time, it is time to attack.

"Order! All cavalry in and out of Shili City should stop resting and immediately go to the enemy's west camp outside the city to form a formation. Those who arrive first will be killed immediately if they encounter the fleeing enemy. But remember, if you see someone with a hand tied to his forearm, Enemies with white signs will be captured and it is strictly forbidden to harm them. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed according to military law!"

After receiving the order, the cavalry reacted quickly and immediately led their men, picked up their weapons and walked out of the open west gate of Shili City.

Since Mr. Clay said this, it means that there must be a big problem in the West Camp. They only need to execute the order. As for why such a change occurred.

Frankly, they just don't care.

And this is precisely the basic quality of a good soldier in this era.