Chapter 416

The cavalry of the Seven Kingdoms and the Dothraki backed the Legion of the Dead.

On the front line of the Green Fork River, people could see nothing but the light of the fire suddenly rising into the sky in the distance. Even the soldiers standing on the watchtower could only see the white wind and snow.

Under such circumstances, it is even more difficult to unify command and coordinate operations, and it is entirely dependent on the commander's ability to respond on the spot.

"Seven layers of hell! What happened over there? No one knows?!"

Robert carried his hammer on his battle horse, his black beard fluttered in the wind, cursing, feeling restless, and suddenly a sense of unease surged up.

But Robert didn't know where this uneasy feeling came from. It came from all directions, up and down, left and right, and the only thing that could do this was the snowflakes flying all over the sky. ignorance, which in turn transformed into inner panic and helplessness.

The main force of the coalition center formation was also influenced by the commander, and became a little restless. People whispered, but they didn't know what happened.

On the banks of the Green Fork, the front-line troops led by Randall Tully to take the lead against the ghouls finally couldn't stand it anymore, and there were some signs of defeat.

"Help!"

"help me!"

"help me!"

"what--"

The flames swayed in the darkness, and more and more defeated troops began to appear on both sides of the center line.

wow...

wow...

In the darkness, the sound of armor rubbing was heard everywhere, the footsteps were so dense that they almost panicked, and there were screams. Coalition soldiers from various families threw their armor and abandoned their armor and fled back from the front line.

"escape!"

"Run away!"

The central formation army was silent like a stubborn rock, waiting to meet the enemy with sharp swords and spears.

"Everyone, go from both sides!"

"The rusher, die!"

The Earl of Dreadfort, Ruth Bolton, rode on his warhorse, with a whip in his hand, and yelled loudly at the defeated army.

And more and more soldiers were defeated on the front line, and the coalition soldiers in the center formation gradually became nervous, clenching the weapons in their hands, sweat oozing from their palms.

"They... come soon."

The howl of the ghouls in the ears of the coalition soldiers became more and more clear.

Although he couldn't see the front clearly and was covered by the white wind and snow, the voice was gradually approaching, and this invisible fear was gradually increasing. I don't know how many people rolled their throats and swallowed a mouthful of spit.

Gollum—

The soldiers looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.

Tread

And the warhorse under Roose Bolton's crotch also became a little uneasy, constantly stroking the horse's hooves, the cold wind was cold, and the warhorse's thick nostrils spurted white mist.

And the ruthless and cunning Earl of Terrorfort was blowing the icy cold wind and listening to the screams of killing everywhere. Sitting on the saddle, he suddenly became restless and turned his head left and right involuntarily.

Then his brows furrowed slightly.

He always felt that someone was staring at him, and seemed to have bad intentions, but now there are so many people on the chaotic battlefield, and he can't find that person.

"Is it an illusion?"

Roose Bolton tightened the reins slightly, so that the warhorse under his crotch became calmer, and his eyes were calm and not turbulent, and swept around.

In fact, no matter how terrifying the battlefield is or how terrifying the White Walkers are, he is not in much danger, because these noble nobles in the coalition will always take the first step once they find out that the battlefield is not right.

This is why the war has come to the present, and the highest-ranking noble who died is the old Marquis of Walder Frey of the Twins City, and he was still scared to death by jumping into the river.

There are very few records of high-ranking nobles killed in action. There is one in the West, and Jon Umber, and what is there, Roose Bolton has forgotten.

So he had nothing to fear.

The whole of Westeros was destroyed and he fled to the other side of the narrow sea. He also invested in a good son in Viserys, his illegitimate son Ramsay Snow.

In the last few correspondences, he also learned that Rams had been reused in Viserys, and obtained a position to monitor the interior, the name seemed to be called 'Ministry of Internal Affairs'.

Possibly the eradication of corruption? Inspectors?

There is no such an independent position specifically established within the Seven Kingdoms. Intelligence matters, both internal and external, seem to be managed by the Minister of Intelligence, while the new dynasty has split this power to prevent the Minister of Intelligence from monopolizing power.

Therefore, Roose Bolton does not know what kind of situation his illegitimate son Ramsay is in Viserys.

But what is certain is that Ruth Bolton has never put Ramsay in his eyes. He is just a illegitimate son of himself, a pawn that he bet on both sides.

The heir of the Dreadfort is a young talent far beyond Rams. Unlike his father and younger brother, Dominic Bolton is very quiet and versatile. He is well versed in history, good at the harp and horseback, as if he was born in a saddle. As before, Roose Bolton was very satisfied with his son.

And behind Roose Bolton hadn't noticed, in the allied army centerline shrouded in darkness, there were two soldiers wearing royal collar armor not far from his position.

They were looking at the back of the Earl of Dreadfort riding on horseback, and then whispered in a low voice, their eyes flashing with fierce light.

And on the front lines.

After the wildfire was extinguished by the Night King, the ghouls flooded across the Green Fork River again, and the soldiers in the front line could not hold on to it and finally collapsed across the board.

The Earl of Oak Hall, Earl Thomas Smallwood, died on the spot, and the Earl of Twilight Hall, Selwyn Tarth, who had proposed to guard the river at the pre-war meeting, was also torn to pieces by the ghouls, and the Earl of Crag City was torn to shreds. Gavin Westerling's eldest son, Leonard, stumbled and fell into the water.

There seems to be a bad omen. The nobles who had suffered few casualties in the previous wars, the casualties in this war have risen sharply, which may also be related to the increasing heat of the war.

As the commander of the front line, Randall Tully was once again supported by his guards on the horse and fled to the rear.

Randall Tully was covered in blood, and his armor was tattered. He sat on horseback and panted heavily. He turned his head back and forth unwillingly and looked back, watching more and more ghouls come up. the Green Fork Bank.

Why say it again?

This is not the first time he has escaped. The previous battles with the White Walkers have been defeated repeatedly. He has experienced the scene of being supported by the guards on the horse to escape several times. general.

But there was no way, the coalition was defeated and he was powerless to recover.

"Walk!"

Then Randall Tully lay on the horse's back with his legs tucked into his stomach, and the tattered armor on his body made a sound.

He fled to the rear with the collapsed army.