The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Green Kleb raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Earl Leonor Corbray?"

Leonor Corbray is the Earl of Heartstown in the valley. When his father died, he left him the fief, title, castle and all the money, but passed the family sword "Lady Kongji" to his younger brother, Lin. En Corbray, it is said that he always felt that his rights were violated in this matter.

Little Butler Leiden nodded and said: "Yes, my master. According to the information obtained, the 3,000 troops of the 'True Righteous Alliance' are also commanded by him. Including the mercenaries, they have a total of nearly 10,000 troops. .”

Green stared at the map in silence, and Leighton added: "I heard that Earl Corbray once publicly stated that his purpose of coming to Seagull Town was to retrieve the family's relics. This is the news I heard from an alcoholic. …I think he probably came here just for the master’s sword (Chapter 220).”

Tapping his fingers on the edge of the table, Green said: "It seems that 'Lady Empty' is one of the rewards promised to Earl Corbray by Earl Petyr."

After a moment of silence, Green's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly said: "Leiden, do you think our information came a little too easily?"

Leiden blinked, scratched his head, and said with some doubts in his respectful voice: "My master, in order to get their information, I paid a lot of gold dragons..."

He held out five fingers with a look of pain on his face: "At least 500 golden dragons."

Green smiled, although there were millions of golden dragons lying in Kleib's vault, Kleb had not yet adapted to his status as a rich man.

After the Usurper's War, Krab lived frugally for more than ten years because of Prime Minister Jon Arryn's methods, and Lydon grew up in that environment, which makes sense.

Green pinched his chin. He actually thought of the issue of confidentiality.

Westeros has no so-called principle of confidentiality in this regard. When faced with this kind of problem, the methods used are often rough and brutal, or more dependent on personal talent.

Moreover, gathering information and the like... is not an honorable job in the eyes of Westeros people.

How does Kleb's Corps protect its secrets? They relied on the vigilance of the Survey Corps, and their methods were equally rough and brutal, especially during the war.

Green tapped his fingers on the table again.

Unknowingly, the Survey Corps has taken on many roles... If it is not adjusted in time, Sir Pell will probably be "confused" sooner or later.

Hmm... Kreb needs a dedicated intelligence organization.

What should I call it? Jin Yiwei (out of the play, crossed out)? kk Bo (..., cross out)?

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Lord Green knew that this kind of thing could not be rushed, and he was very patient.

He said: "Loyal Leiden, we will have many wars in the future. We must have means to protect intelligence and prevent intelligence leaks. This is very important."

After a pause, Green added: "Although I really hope that it can be done tomorrow, I know that this needs to be done step by step..."

He beckoned: "Come, come, my loyal Leiden."

Layton walked over blankly.

Green pointed at the location of the Crab Claw Peninsula and continued: "If you have enough confidence, I can make an exception for you and reward you with a piece of land in advance. Leiden, I want you to build it for me..."

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The wilderness looks particularly fresh after the rain. The dewdrops on the wild grass are crystal clear. The morning sun shines through the clouds on the moist earth, like covering them with a light golden gauze.

The horse under Green was pacing back and forth, and he was watching Kleib's longbowmen move slowly towards the predetermined location.

They are the last of the 5,000 Kleb longbowmen.

Two consecutive days of heavy rain have made the soil underfoot soft and contain moisture. When you step on it, you will find a shallow puddle. The swamp marigold flag is advancing slowly, and the soldiers maintain good order.

Green pulled the reins, adjusted the direction of his horse, and looked into the distance where the flags of the valley were waving.

Reina rode her horse forward, and the horse's hooves stepped on the wet ground, making a "gurgling, gurgling" sound.

Stopping the horse, the petite Reina sat on the tall horse, caressing her chest and saluted: "Lord."

With a tap of his chin, Green said, "What's the situation over there, Reina?"

"Sir, although those muddy areas have caused a lot of trouble for our march, everything is going well and we are setting up our formation. According to your order, we have not left any reserves. All Kleb longbowmen will face the enemy directly."

Green turned his head and said: "Are the stakes and hammer (Chapter 239) ready?"

Reina's light hair was dazzling in the morning light, and she replied: "Ready, Lord!"

Green's brown eyes stared at Reina who was full of fighting spirit for a while, and said: "Rena, I leave this to you, I will look forward to your performance."

"As you command, Lord Green!"

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The voice of the messenger sounded: "Lord Royce (Bronze Yohn), each of Cleber's archers is carrying a wooden stake with two sharp ends."

There was a moment of silence, and then the nobles of the valley clustered around Bronze Yohn burst into laughter.

Sir Simon Temperton of Nine Star City laughed the loudest: "Hahahaha... The war is about to begin. Do they still want to build a wooden wall in front of the Knights of the Valley?"

After his words fell, everyone laughed together again, and their laughter was filled with ridicule and contempt.

The Countess of Iron Oak City and Lady Anya looked at the frowning Bronze Yohn and said, "Count Yohn, is this a battle that violates honor?"

"Mrs. Anya, what kind of honor do savages know? They will only kneel down and beg for mercy under the charge of the Valley Knights!"

"Hahaha!"

"If they really do this, the Valley Knights will have to use the wooden stakes they worked so hard to move... haha... to insert the heads of every Crab Claw Peninsula savage!"

"Sir Tampaton, I have to say that your idea is really good!"

"Do they already know that today will lead to death? So, those wooden stakes are used for some kind of ritual of the savages?"

"Hahaha, a savage ritual?"

"It's very possible that Count Kleb is still a brat, and he can't stop the strange traditions of his savages.

"Do those wooden stakes allow the dead to rest in peace?"

"Seven hells, do the noble knights of the valley still have to help them complete the ritual after the battle?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Bronze Yohn made a quiet gesture. As time went by, Bronze Yohn's reputation in the Alliance of the Righteous became even greater, and everyone in the laughter quickly stopped taunting him before the battle.

He looked at Mrs. Anya, pointed at one place with his finger, and said: "Count Anya, please look over there..."

In the direction that Bronze Yohn pointed, there were thousands of "spectators" gathered there. He continued: "In addition to the people of the valley, there are also bards, singers, harpists, learned bachelors, and merchants coming from afar. and mercenaries, they will spread the word about today’s scene to all seven countries. Therefore, no one will do anything that violates honor today.”

Bronze Yohn's sharp eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and then said: "Everyone, pride and underestimation of the enemy are the shortcuts to falling into the arms of strangers on the battlefield. This is a battle related to the highest honor in the valley!"

He raised his chin and said loudly: "I, Yorn Royce, I hope, I command you to take your enemies seriously."

He waved one arm and shouted: "Long live the Vale of Arryn!"

Everyone also shouted in unison: "Long live Erin Valley! Long live Erin Valley! Long live Erin Valley!"

"Ser Simon Temperton, you are the vanguard of the Vale!"

"Leave it to me, Count Yohn!"

"Count Beneda Belmore, you will lead the next charge!"

"At your disposal, Count Jon."

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Two hours later, the Kleb soldiers and the valley cavalry faced each other across a wheat field, about 1,500 yards apart.

The cavalry in the valley stretch as far as the eye can see. Green is staring ahead in front of the formation. His eyes are 7 points indifferent, 2 points indifferent, and 1 point sarcastic (please try to imitate).

Green kicked the horse's belly, and the horse paced forward, with Brienne following closely behind, holding high the banner of swamp marigolds.

On the other side, Bronze Yohn came on horseback almost at the same time.

Phew!

In the wheat field, the horse under him was moving with some difficulty. Green gently pulled the reins on one side to slow down its speed.

Cuckoo... Cuckoo... Cuckoo... The sound of horse hooves trampling on the mud made Green feel more and more happy, and he secretly planned to be polite... for a while.

On the other side, the bad muddy ground made Bronze Yohn's brows twist into knots. After many battles, he noticed something was wrong... Even if it rained for two consecutive days, the land should not be so soft.

Before he had time to think deeply, Bronze Yohn and Earl Green had already met.

According to the tradition of fighting, the two of them will "friendly" choose the side that blows the bugle. When the bugle sounds, the battle begins.

The breeze blew, and Green's long ink-colored hair was gently raised, and he said energetically: "Dear Earl Royce, you seem to be in a bad mood..."

He raised his chin slightly, changed his tone, and said contemptuously: "If the Valley Knights are willing to kneel down and surrender, I can consider pardoning your crimes."

The corners of Bronze Yohn's lips that were about to rise froze, and his eyes suddenly became sharp, but he fell silent... Earl Green left a good impression on him, and he was confirming whether he had any auditory hallucinations.

"Despicable savage Earl, you have committed an unforgivable offense!" The flag officer's angry voice quickly made Bronze Yohn confirm that he had indeed heard correctly.

"Dismount immediately, kneel on the ground and beg Lord Royce for forgiveness, Earl Savage." The flag-bearer of Bronze Yohn shouted angrily again.

Green's eyes suddenly became sharp, he looked at the glaring flag officer, paused, and suddenly said: "Who are you?"

Crunch!

There was a sound like grinding teeth, and he said angrily: "I am Harlan Hunter of Longbow Hall."

The recovered Bronze Yorn added coldly: "He is Ser Harlan Hunt."

Green's eyebrows were raised slightly, and his tone was mocking: "How dare a little knight of the valley dare to offend the earl of the king's territory? Is this the honor of the knight of the valley?"

Sir Harlan Hunter gritted his teeth and said: "I am a knight conferred by Lord Jon Arryn himself."

To be honest, Green's first earldom was the one Jon Arryn "hardly" begged Robert I to confer for him (Chapter 91).

But now was not the time for bickering, and he was not in the mood for a verbal confrontation with a "dead man."

Green ignored Sir Harlan and spoke directly to Bronze Yohn: "Count Royce, the two days of heavy rain have caused the land to absorb some water, which will affect your horses."

After a pause, he continued: "I'm a little worried that your horses can't run. Do you still want to go to war as agreed? As the ruler of the Crab Claw Peninsula and an honorary knight, I can give you a direct admittance..."

Before Green could finish his words, Sir Harlan interrupted angrily: "Even in the swamps, the Valley Knights can still charge at the savages!"

Bronze Jon also said coldly: "Young Earl, a few wooden stakes cannot withstand the charge of the heavy cavalry."

Green spread his hands and said: "Count Royce, you have a burning gaze. I hope those wooden stakes can resist the attack of the Valley Knights."

Bronze Yohn stared at Green and said: "Young man, I hope you can make it in time. The heroic Valley Knight will not give you much time."

Green stretched out his hand in the direction of Brienne, and upon seeing this, the "beauty" immediately handed over the knight's spear.

After Green took hold of the knight's lance, he said: "According to tradition, we use lance duel to decide which side will blow the bugle."

Sir Harlan's face twisted, and he looked at Green who was turning his horse around, and he showed a cruel smile.

After Sir Harlan adjusted the direction of the horse, Bronze Yohn said: "Harlan, be careful. Earl Crabb was the lance champion at the last King's Landing tourney."

With a clang, Sir Harlan pulled down his visor and said, "Lord Royce, the tourney is just a knightly game for entertainment. I will 'teach' him a lesson."

When Green and Sir Harlan were about 100 yards apart, they stopped their horses in a tacit understanding.

This is not a tourney, and no trumpet call is needed.

After adjusting the direction of the horse's head, after a pause, the two of them clamped down on the horse's belly almost at the same time and galloped towards each other.

The distance was getting closer and closer. Sir Harlan clung to the oncoming Green through the gap in his visor. His upper body leaned forward more and more as the horse ran. The tip of the knight's spear in his hand glowed in the morning light. Cold light, the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

The horse's hooves flew, and the distance was even closer.

The eyes in Sir Harlan's visor were filled with fierceness. He wanted more than just a lesson!

That's it...the veins in his arms popped out...he wanted savages...The expression on Sir Harlan's face froze instantly, his eyes were filled with shock and pain, as if he couldn't believe this sudden change.

Greene's knight's spear pierced his opponent's chest first. The horse underneath him was still running, and Sir Harlan was still "hanging" on the spear.

Tat-tat-tat...tat...tat...tat...The horses that had slowed down were pacing. Green suddenly raised the spear inserted into Sir Harlan's body with one hand, and the nearly five-meter-long gun body showed an obvious arc.

Then Lord Green threw Sir Harlan directly towards Bronze Yohn.

With a bang, the splash of mud and water even splashed onto the bronze Yohn's body.

With a flick of his cloak embroidered with swamp marigolds, Green's voice came over: "Valley people, Kleiber's bugle sounds, let's start the war!"