Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

Clay's more than a thousand cavalry reacted quickly, leaving a few hundred people to guard Shili City. It took less than half an hour for the remaining 1,000 people to complete their formation outside the West Camp.

At this time, in front of them was a burning camp that almost lit up the entire sky.

Because the distance between the various buildings was too small, or in other words, when the camp was set up, the people in the valley did not consider that their camp would be set on fire one day.

So, after the granary and armory burned, it immediately caused several surrounding tents to burn. Before the valley people who came had time to get out the isolation zone, behind them, Garland and Desmond casually lit a few more Turn on the fire.

At this time, the people in the valley focused on one thing but not the other. In such a moment of confusion, the fire became uncontrollable.

The soldiers who were sleeping peacefully in the tent were awakened by the fierce flames. When they opened their eyes, tongues of fire that could burn their skin were right in front of them. Thick smoke was billowing. The whole West Camp was in chaos, and there were shouts of unknown meaning everywhere.

When Earl Gerald Grafson and Jon Lindley, Earl of Snakewood City arrived, saw this situation, they immediately understood that the situation had become extremely bad. Because of the fire, their command of the entire camp completely collapsed.

This is the reality. The command system of this era is so fragile. In the absence of other means of communication, once the soldiers lose contact with the commander due to external forces, they will immediately become a mess and cannot be dealt with.

"What should we do, Master Jero? There's nothing we can do about it. If chaos breaks out soon, we won't have any good results!"

Lord Jon Lindley is already a little impatient. They can't say what these valley soldiers will do once they find themselves with no way to retreat. In the past history, such things have happened too many times.

Earl Gerald Grafson, the great prince who ruled Seagull Town, glanced at Jon Lindley. He had read the Earl of Snakewood City's eyes and understood what he meant.

It was obvious that even if the fire was extinguished now, the Western Camp would definitely not be able to hold on. From Earl Grafson's perspective, the flames of the fire had already touched the wooden wall.

When the fire was out, there was no food, no weapons, and no fortifications. More than a thousand of them huddled alone in the wilderness of the Riverlands, unable to do anything except wait for death.

"Alas...how did it become like this! What on earth is that idiot Yon Royce doing? Why did he let the evil star Clay Mandler in?"

Both Earls wanted to know the answer to this question. Ever since they knew that Clay's divine soldiers appeared near them like descending from the sky, they had not stopped abusing Yohn Royce.

Aren't you cheating?

We knew you could fight, so we believed in your evil deeds and left our troops here to look after your home. Now it’s fine. You went out to chase Clay Manderly, but why did you drive him home?

The two Earls sometimes even wondered whether this bastard Yoon Royce was using Clay Manderly's help to eradicate their two disobedient trading families.

In short, Yon Royce, you have done all the bad things, and we are all going to be tricked to death by you!

In this case, don't blame us, you were the one who started it anyway!

"Okay, things are already like this. It would be unseemly to go out now. It would be even more unbecoming for us to be tied up by his men and thrown in front of Clay Manderly's horse when the fire is out."

"Be aware of the current situation. Since Clay Mandler has no intention of fighting with us, we can't do anything more. Let's go, Jon Lindley. Take as many people as you can to Stonehedge City. , find Clay Mandler to surrender."

There is no way. For nobles, if they surrender, their lives will be safe, but the honor of the family will be ruined.

Gentlemen are all shameless. In full view of the soldiers of their own family, if they kneel down to their enemies, then when they return to their fiefdom, do they still have the nerve to behave like their own lords?

Given the slightest chance, these two valley nobles don't want to bend the knee to Clay. They really have no choice, because they know that Clay Manderly has a hundred ways to kill them directly in the sea of ​​​​fire, even if they surrender. No chance is given to you.

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After the two disgraced earls, with about 500 soldiers they could gather, opened the east gate of the camp and escaped from the burning company camp.

They saw that in front of them, a thousand majestic cavalry had formed a neat formation. It seemed that they would come out and surrender long ago.

The two Earls of the Valley looked at each other and gritted their teeth with hatred. Now there is no doubt that this fire was set by Clay Mandler, a guy with no martial ethics.

Otherwise, no matter how fast you are, it is impossible that as soon as there is a fire here, you have already set up your formation and are waiting for me to surrender. Where can such a coincidence come from in this world?

However, the winner is the king and the loser is the loser. After sighing deeply, the two of them walked towards the golden halberd mermaid flag in the middle with their five hundred defeated soldiers dejectedly.

As soon as they made a move, the cavalry on the opposite side had already divided into two teams and galloped past them on both sides, faintly surrounding them in the middle. This was a necessary means to prevent them from causing mishaps.

After walking about a stone's throw away, a knight ran out from the Golden Halberd Mermaid banner. He was holding a smaller Mandalay family flag. He looked at the large group of remnants in front of him and asked in a cold voice:

"Say the name of your commander, then disarm and let our personnel manage it. If there is resistance, they will be regarded as enemies and will be killed."

Lord Gerold Grafson and Jon Lindley had almost broken their back molars. If any knight dared to talk to them like this before, they would have been dragged out to feed the eagles in the valley.

But now that the situation is stronger than the people, what else can they do?

Taking a deep breath, Jero Grafson put on a very forced smile on his face, even though no one could see it in the dark, he said:

"I...Gero Grafson of Seagull Town, I am the Earl, and I wish to see your commander, Lord Clay Manderly. I will kneel to him, not you, knight."

The first half of his words were soft, but as he spoke, he couldn't help but pick up his annoying aristocratic accent, which made the more pragmatic Earl Jon Lindley sweat on his forehead.

Fortunately, the knight in front of him knew the weight of the Earl of Seagull Town and was not angry because of Earl Grafson's pretentiousness. He waved his hand and said loudly:

"Then, Earl Grafson, give me your sword, then you will be the Earl of Seagull Town. Lord Clay will meet you. Otherwise, there will be no Earl here, only my enemy."

"Presumptuous! You... um..."

Earl Grafson became angry at that time, and was about to continue speaking, but the curse on his lips was directly pushed back by Earl Lindley who was standing beside him.

Damn it, if you want to die, don't take me with you. People have made it very clear. Be honest and I will treat you as a count. Otherwise, you are a bullshit count and I will kill you!

Who is Clay Manderly? He is the evil star who killed more than 10,000 Lannister people. Now he is backed by the powerful and intact Manderly family. How tired is he of talking about his identity with such a person?

"Hey... no, no, we follow Lord Clay Mandler's arrangements. I am Jon Lindley, Earl of Snakewood City. We only hope to be treated as a noble should."

The knight glanced coldly at Count Grafson, who was still struggling with his teeth and claws, snorted coldly and said nothing more.

After waving his hand, the soldiers who followed behind him took the swords directly from the waists of the two Valley Earls. After checking that there were indeed no weapons on one side, they nodded to the knights on the horses.

"Please, two Earls, I believe you don't need me to tell you how to talk to Lord Clay again. He doesn't have a good temper like me. If you want to see the sun tomorrow, just think clearly before talking."

As soon as these words came out, Earl Grafson, who had just been let go by Earl Lindley, was about to panic, but after thinking about it, he still languished.

In the shadow of the famous tree, Clay Manderly had too many lives on his hands. Even their Valley Legion had to rely on night attacks to barely defeat Robb Stark's northern army. They really died under the sword. There are actually not that many people at all.

But this Clay Manderly was different. He used a weak force to annihilate Jaime Lannister's 12,000-strong army.

The positions of the two sides on the food chain are different. No matter how proud the people in the valley are, they must admit this.

Therefore, the two of them could only hold their noses and admit the knight's words. Clay Mandler wanted to kill them both, so there was really no psychological burden at all.

Anyway, the two sides are already enemies now. There are no swords on the battlefield. Hundreds of soldiers have been killed. A nobleman has also died to cheer everyone up, right?

The two of them are not a strong military family. Clay has to think carefully before he makes a move. Two business families, if they say they will do it, I will do it. If I hesitate for a second, I will be cowarded.

Helpless, the two earls broke away from the protection of their family soldiers, followed the knight's horse, and walked towards the highest golden halberd mermaid flag.

There was no way, it was too dark and I couldn't see the ground clearly.

When they got closer, they saw two men wearing their valley people's armor, standing in the middle on war horses, talking to a young man wearing a black cloak.

The surrounding soldiers vaguely protected the young man in the middle. No need to ask, this young man was Clay Mandler.

At this time, the knight who brought them came forward and reported the identities of the two prisoners to Clay in a low voice.

Clay was a little surprised. Did we really catch a big fish with this net?

He looked over, and his cold eyes made the two earls tense.

Is this Clay Mandler?

very scary……