The Mountain of Ice and Fire

"Do you want to get out and get some fresh air?" Big Head asked with concern.

Jonyessa looked at Big Head. He was a very ugly man with a frightening scar on his forehead. He had an aura of ferocity about him, like a wild beast in the forest.

However, the beast's eyes… seemed very sincere.

He likes me? she thought. She had seen similar eyes, all from noblemen who admired her.

"No!" Jonyessa heard herself say.

She refused to get out of the car for some fresh air!

"Our lady wants to see you," Big Head said apologetically. "Do you want me to carry you there, or should I accompany you?"

Jonyessa gaped, staring at Big Head.

"You are a rogue!"

"Yes!" Big Head's smiling eyes… were a little smug… a little proud. "I am the biggest rogue in Lannisport. Death Sentence, Lord Mountain took me out of prison and gave me a knightship and a surname. I am now Ser Chiswyck Clegane."

This was the first time Jonyessa had heard the ugly man's full name.

"Gregor Clegane is the mortal enemy of us Dorne people."

"I know. He raped and killed your Prince Oberyn's sister. The Dornish and him are mortal enemies, so we don't intend to let the Dornish go. Either you shrink back in Dorne properly, or come out here and be honest, otherwise…"

"Humph! What can you do?"

"That's it, snatch you over to be my wife." Big Head lifted the curtain of the carriage and jumped into the carriage. Jonyessa turned pale: "Get down!"

Big Head Chiswyck smiled: "I will go down, and so will you. Jonyessa, should I carry you, kiss you, and touch you all the way to see our lady, or will you go obediently yourself?"

"…I…I…I'll go myself!"

Jonyessa, as agile as a cat, slipped past Big Head and got out of the carriage.

"Hey, not bad!" Big Head laughed.

Jonyessa subconsciously wrapped her cloak tighter: "Where is Lady Jennea?"

"Central Army Tent!" Big Head pointed in a direction.

*

Big Head lifted the curtain of the tent, Jonyessa walked in, Lady Jennea was sitting in a high position, on both sides were generals with an indescribable temperament. They definitely didn't have the kind of aura carefully cultivated from childhood by the great nobles, but they all revealed another kind of ruthlessness and sharpness. This was an aura that Jonyessa Braemont had never seen before.

Jennea was giving orders: "Polliver Clegane, Rafford Clegane, Dunsen Clegane, the three of you lead six hundred heavy cavalry to ambush behind the hills on the right side of the road. Listen to my drums and rush out to kill the enemy."

"Yes, Madam!"

Three Cleganes?

Jonyessa was a little confused!

Isn't there only Hound and Mountain in the Clegane family?

Is the Clegane family so prosperous?!

Polliver passed by Jonyessa, suddenly stopped, and stared straight into Jonyessa's eyes, like an awl: "Madam, your nose is so beautiful, so delicate, can you let me cut it off and make it into a work of art? My wine jar is missing such a delicate and exquisite nose, really."

Jonyessa was startled, took a step back, and clung to Big Head.

The bald man's eyes gleamed, followed up, his eyes fixed on Jonyessa's nose, his right cheek twitched, his right eye blinked, his face was full of surprise and joy.

"Polliver, she is your sister-in-law," Big Head said.

Only then did Polliver see Big Head next to Jonyessa. His eyes stared at Big Head like hooks: "Chiswyck brother, please agree, let me cut off her nose first, and then you marry her."

Jonyessa was horrified!

She saw the tall bald man's hand pressing on the short knife on his waist, his eyes flashing with terrible madness, the twitching face made her heart suddenly tighten.

"I have already married her, Polliver, call her sister-in-law," Big Head blocked Polliver.

"Already married?" Polliver's voice was full of disappointment, and there was a hint of sadness.

"Already married, just last night, she is already my wife, I got her virginity."

"Really?"

"Yes!" Big Head emphasized.

"Sister-in-law!" Polliver's hand loosened the handle of the knife. For family members, Polliver only had respect. He lowered his head slightly, his attitude was humble. "Sister-in-law, if you don't want to be with Brother Big Head one day, and want a divorce, please notify me as soon as possible, I am willing to pay ten golden dragons in exchange for your beautiful and unparalleled nose, really!"

Jonyessa was so horrified that she couldn't speak until Polliver was pulled away by the other two Cleganes.

What kind of people are these?!

Such abnormal people are also generals in the Clegane army?!

Jonyessa… finally… finally recovered, and then, she realized that she was holding Big Head's hand tightly, her body was close to him, Big Head looked at her face with enjoyment and tenderness.

Jonyessa was slender and beautiful, a head taller than Big Head.

Beauty and the Beast!

*

Lady Jennea saw this scene sitting on the high platform. It wasn't until Polliver and the other three left the tent that she continued to give orders: "Zollo, Rorge, Jaqen, you go and form five hundred cavalry. All centurion knights of all arms with horses can be mobilized to ambush in the hills and woods on the left side of the road. Listen to my drums and rush out to kill the enemy."

"Yes, Madam."

Zollo, Rorge and Jaqen went together.

"Zerigelda, Brienne, Big Head, you three, lead one thousand eight hundred spearmen to meet the enemy in the middle of the road."

Big Head let go of Jonyessa, walked to Zerigelda and Brienne, and the three said in unison: "Yes, Madam."

The three of them left the camp tent.

"Notebook Mark."

"Yes, Madam."

"After breakfast, you are responsible for arranging for the centurions of each army to lead the grooms, chores, logistics army, and Clegane's main infantry, and the light infantry to hurry up first, day and night, and camp on the border between the Westerlands and the Crownlands to wait."

"Yes, Madam!"

"After the logistics, chores, main infantry, and light infantry are all on the road, you lead a thousand archers behind the one thousand eight hundred spearmen to attack the enemy from a distance."

"Yes, Madam."

The affairs supervisor's notebook was full of eagerness to try, and he strode out of the camp.

It is difficult for him to get a chance to fight!

"Lady Jonyessa." Jennea came over and showed a smile. Her smile was like the thawing of solid ice, or the warmth of spring flowers. All the previous indifference and majesty disappeared, and she returned to the humility and elegance of a great aristocratic lady.

Jonyessa's beautiful face was slightly red. She didn't want to be a lady in her heart. However, her body was no longer innocent. If she didn't admit that she was a lady, what would she become? Someone who lost her virginity… what? A slut?

If I don't agree to this marriage, will I be forced to become a camp prostitute? Or, will the bald man with the twitching face cut off my nose first?

Falling into the hands of the Cleganes, anything terrible could happen, right?! Jonyessa became more and more uneasy!

"Lady Jennea, who are you planning to go to war with?" Jonyessa's mood was so… complicated.

The Clegane army was tightly deployed, with spearmen in the front to attract the enemy. Spearmen were the nemesis of cavalry. There were also a thousand archers behind to support them, and cavalry ambushes on the flanks. Whoever came would die!

"The Dornish, Prince Oberyn. They will chase after you!"

"They won't know that the Cleganes took me away."

Jonyessa prayed secretly in her heart.

"What if someone deliberately added insult to injury and reminded them? Prince Oberyn has always harbored resentment towards the Cleganes. As long as he hears a little bit of news, he will believe that we took the madam away."

Jonyessa looked at Jennea. Perhaps she was younger than herself, but she was so scheming, good at political planning, and bloodthirsty.

"Lady Jennea, was the lady deliberately designing a trick for Big Head to come out of the crack in the wall and forcibly bring me here last night?"

"Can I tell the madam after this battle is over?"

"Yes, Lady Jennea!"

Jonyessa's mouth was full of bitterness.

"Lady Jonyessa, are you ready? Wait a while and go to the high ground with me to see our Clegane army slaughter Oberyn."

"…Yes…Madam. I, I, can I ask you to spare my mother Laura and my brother Penrose."

"Madam, this is war!"

"Lady Jennea, I, I, I am also a Clegane, the wife of General Chiswyck Clegane! Lady Jennea, I swear by the honor of the Braemont family and the old and new gods, as long as you order to spare my mother Laura and my brother Penrose, I kneel down to you and swear allegiance to you and follow you, and… and… and… Jonyessa Braemont will never betray you!"

Jonyessa knelt down on one knee!

After a while, Lady Jennea's military orders spread throughout the left, middle, and right armies. The soldiers were ordered that, in battle, any soldiers whose family crest was a vulture child should be injured and crippled, but not killed. Countess Laura Braemont and Ser Penrose Braemont will be heavily rewarded if they are captured alive.

*

Notebook issued an order, ordering the main Clegane infantry to lead the way, followed by horse-drawn carts and ox carts loaded to the brim, various craftsmen and handymen followed behind the carts, and finally the light infantry. Thousands of people set out on the road, and after a while, they disappeared from sight, mighty and powerful.

Jonyessa and Jennea stood on top of the hill, watching this scene on the golden road.

Jennea and Jonyessa stood side by side, followed by six Westerling knights, and on the left and right were one hundred Westerling infantry guards, several large drums and more than a dozen gongs.

Below the hill was a defensive formation of a thousand Westerling soldiers.

*

The sound of horseshoes suddenly exploded, and Jonyessa's heart tightened immediately.

Flags fluttered in the distance of the avenue. The first to emerge was the Martell family's gold spear piercing the sun flag, followed by the Braemont family's vulture child flag, the Denzell Dart family's lemon flag, and the Manwoody family's skull crown flag.

In addition, the flags that followed closely behind and kept flying showed that the Coggles of Sandstone, the Ulles of Hellgate Keep, the Allyrions of Godsgrace, the Gargalens of Salt Shore, and the Jordaynes of Tor - all nine major families of Dorne had arrived.

The Dornish came to King's Landing from afar, all on horseback.

The first general came flying like a fly, it was the Red Viper Oberyn Martell, and on his left and right were his two illegitimate daughters - the eldest daughter Obara Sand, wielding a long spear; the second daughter Nymeria Sand, wielding a black soft whip.

Several Martell family knights surrounded the three of them!

Following closely behind was Lady Laura Braemont, wielding a long sword; Ser Penrose Braemont, wielding a long sword, surrounded by several Braemont family knights.

Clang!

Brienne drew her long sword!

"Hold on!" Brienne in the central army shouted on horseback, "Warriors, hold on! Hold on!"

"Hold on!" The Bull Zerigelda on the left drew his long sword and shouted, "Hold on! Brothers, hold on!"

Big Head Chiswyck on the right looked back at the dark mass of spearmen behind him and laughed: "Damn, why can't we charge, ah ah ah ah ah!" He kept tapping his shield with his long sword, making a loud bang, feeling irritable and just wanting to rush up and chop people.

His own two thousand elite main infantry, which he was good at using, had all been withdrawn under the leadership of the centurions.

Jennea wanted to train the spearmen. This was a new army that had only experienced the Battle of the Blackwater!

*

"Prince, the Cleganes are prepared," Lady Laura Braemont shouted, "This may be a trap, maybe we should negotiate."

The sound of horseshoes exploded, rumbling, four thousand hooves hit the ground, the ground was shaking, and it spread out on the ground like a halo.

"Break through the spear formation!" Oberyn shouted. His heart was full of anger. Irrepressible anger.

"Ho!"

The Dornish shouted in unison!

Oberyn did not adopt Lady Laura's suggestion.

"Short spears ready!" Lady Laura shouted, raising her long sword.

Opposite was a dark mass of spear formations, motionless, the dense spears stood upright like a forest of spears, the black iron spear tips shone coldly in the sunlight.

Unless heavy cavalry, war horses would have more than a dozen spears stabbed into their bodies at the same time.

The spear formation was specially designed to break the cavalry charge in positional warfare! The densely packed spears were like a huge hedgehog, and each spear was the scythe of the god of death.

The Dornish came to King's Landing from afar, and the war horses had no heavy armor.

The Dornish's running speed gradually slowed down, and everyone picked up spears: short spears for throwing!

When the Dornish fight, one person has two horses, and the other horse has bundles of short spears specially used for throwing. This is different from the spears thrown by the cavalry trained by Mountain. The Dornish's throwing spears are known for being short.

On the hill, Jennea ordered: "Ring the gongs!"

More than a dozen gongs rang together.

Oberyn Martell had already picked up a short spear. His short spear was different from others. It was made entirely of black iron, heavy, and when thrown, it would kill with one blow.

"Defense!" Brienne shouted, "Shield defense!"

Because the spearmen held their spears with both hands, they had no shields. They were not sword and shield hands. Brienne's shield defense was to let the centurions and guards on horseback prepare for defense.

The spearmen's super long spears were the best defense, but as long as they encountered archers, the spearmen would be finished. So generally speaking, spearmen were deployed in the central army, and archers suppressed the enemy from behind, and cavalry on both flanks would definitely block the enemy's roundabout.

The knights and guards around Big Head, Zerigelda, and Brienne had shields in their hands.

Whoosh!

Oberyn rushed to the front, and the black iron short spear in his hand was released.

Facing the dense spear formation, throwing spears only need to be thrown into the enemy formation as much as possible, without aiming at all.

The short spear was released and made a whistling sound!

However, this whistling sound was different from usual. The whistling sound was sharp and seemed to come from overhead.

Oberyn didn't need to look up to know what was happening.

The Dornish hadn't fought a war in seventeen years—small-scale border skirmishes didn't count as war, at most they were noble brawls—but Oberyn had seen plenty of battle across the Narrow Sea, and he knew what the sound meant.

"Defense!" he shouted. "Shields up!"

In the sky, a whistling sound suddenly intensified, and countless black dots, dense as a storm, came howling from the sky.

Indiscriminate, area-of-effect volley fire from longbows!

The archers hidden behind the two thousand spearmen unleashed a thousand arrows, covering the entire Dornish cavalry formation.

The archers' long-range attack exceeded the throwing distance of short spears.

Thud!

A muffled sound!

The black iron short spear thrown by Oberyn traveled an incredible distance, piercing through the Clegane spearmen formation, impaling a spearman through the chest and pinning him to the ground.

There was a slight disturbance in the spear formation, but it was quickly filled, and the formation returned to its original state.

A pebble thrown into the water, the ripples dissipate, and the water remains calm.

Thud thud thud! Thud thud thud!

Arrows rained down from the sky, warhorses neighed in terror, soldiers screamed, soldiers and generals fell from their horses, and the cavalry's momentum stalled!

However, Oberyn's raised shield had no arrows on it.

Beside him, Obara and Nymeria's shields were also free of arrows.

No arrows fell in front of or behind them, not a single one.

Oberyn turned his head while riding; behind them, the knights and guards of Lady Laera, who were closely following, were also not hit by arrows, but the generals and soldiers further back were hit by arrows and fell, dozens of them, with countless wounded.

The first volley alone covered a thousand arrows.

The armor-piercing arrows of the Mountain's archers were incredibly powerful, able to penetrate even plate armor.

But why weren't the Clegane archers aiming at Oberyn, who was in the lead?

Oberyn was slightly puzzled, but he didn't have time to think about it.

Their first echelon entered the throwing range of the enemy's short spears, and a dozen short spears were thrown.

Thud thud thud!

Several spearmen were hit by the spears and fell down.

"Hold!" Brienne, Big Head, and Zelly shouted together.

Seeing that Oberyn and Lady Laera were about to charge over, Brienne, Big Head, Zelly, and the knightly team around them prepared to meet the attack.

Suddenly, Oberyn, who was about to crash into the spear formation, veered off to the left, and Lady Laera veered off to the right.

They didn't dare to collide head-on into the spear formation, because at least a dozen spears would simultaneously stab him and his horse.

Flanking!

To break a spear formation, either heavily armored soldiers crash into the formation, just like the Mountain breaking the defenses of the Northern soldiers, heavily armored soldiers forcibly crashing in, and when the warhorse falls and dies, the place of impact will inevitably be chaotic and have gaps and flaws. The Mountain's greatsword slashes horizontally and vertically, expanding the gaps. The heavy armor behind continues to crash in, and the soldiers on horseback swing their swords and slash fiercely, relying on brute force to break through the formation.

But the Dornish can't do that!

First, they have no heavy armor, second, they have no tall horses, and their impact force is weak. Third, even if Oberyn crashes in alone, the follow-up troops cannot crash in with him.

A rain of arrows covered all the Dornish cavalry except for the first echelon.

While the Dornish fell one after another, many soldiers also rushed over, throwing short spears one after another, also without engaging in close combat, dividing into two groups, following behind Oberyn and Lady Laera, flanking the sides.

Cavalry flanking a spear formation without cavalry defending the flanks is a deadly move!

Flanking, the spearmen without flank protection will soon collapse.

Spearmen, because the formation is tight and the spears are restricted, have difficulty turning. Their flexibility is very poor, and it is even worse compared to cavalry.

Oberyn and Lady Laera cooperated skillfully, one on the left and one on the right, a very powerful change! They steadily stayed outside the attack range of the spearmen, throwing short spears like rain from their galloping horses!

Amid the screams, the spearmen fell one after another!

The spear formation defending against the front couldn't even touch the edge of the enemy's clothes, and could only maintain the formation and endure the short spear attacks thrown from the galloping horses!

Because of the close range, the power of the Clegane archers was greatly weakened!

In addition, after Oberyn and Lady Laera separated, they were met with a fierce attack of arrows!

Fine armor and layers of copper plates protected Oberyn well!

Jenny on the top of the hill was expressionless. Since Oberyn dared to come this time, she would definitely not let him leave.

The Dornish cavalry flanked left and right like two dragons, wantonly throwing short spears to kill the spearmen, but they had finally all entered the encirclement range arranged by Jenny.

Encircle and annihilate, leave no one alive!

Jenny's goal: Kill them all!

Jenny raised one hand: "Beat the drums!"

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!

Several war drums sounded together!

From the forests on the left and right, red cloaks, black armor, shining longswords, tall warhorses, and agile warriors roared out like a whirlwind sweeping across the ground, like a torrential rain pouring down.

Brienne shouted: "Charge!" She took the lead, spurred her horse forward, crashed into the enemy formation, and the tall horse crashed into the Dornish ponies. The advantage was immediately apparent. She shielded herself, looked down from a high position, and slashed with her longsword. The force was unstoppable. A cavalryman was hit head-on, his helmet split in half, and the longsword cut open his head, and blood spurted out like a fountain…

Thanks to [Jin Xiao Yawnei] and [Xi Linjun] for their support and rewards, thank you, handshake!