Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Blackwater River, Ram Ferry.

The Southern Allied Forces crossing the river are in fierce battle with the Northern Allied Forces formed by the Lannister family.

It has been a week since the Southern Army started to cross the river, and the number of Southern Army soldiers coming to the north bank is increasing rapidly, but at the same time, they also clearly feel that the Northern Army's offensive has become more and more violent as time goes by.

Seeing that it was getting late at this time, the northern army had already retreated after finishing a wave of offensive. They thought that today's offensive would stop here, but who would have thought that the enemy would suddenly rush up like crazy again.

A row of people died in battle, and the people behind rushed to make up for it. The fierce offensive continued like a huge wave, surging forward.

The southern army was a little slack, but was made to retreat again and again by this sudden burst of crazy offensive. The army formation that had never been shaken was actually broken in by the northern army in some places.

Although the northern army that broke through the formation was quickly killed, it greatly boosted the morale of the latecomers, allowing them to see the dawn of defeating the southern army.

But the southern army quickly reacted. With the sudden rush of drums, the soldiers responded with a crazy counterattack that was not lost to the enemy. Many noble knights even stepped forward to fight in person to boost morale.

With the last light of the sun before sunset, the two sides desperately fought together. The spears surged like forests, and the light of knives surged like waves. There was no other sound in the world, only the sound of fierce fighting between the two armies.

The battle has entered the most intense stage, and the fire-like fighting spirit has dispelled everything. The soldiers on both sides are jealous, and no one will be outdone.

Duke Tywin obviously no longer had any idea of ​​preserving his strength, and sent the last elite of the Western Territory to the front line.

He knew very well that the Braavosi people might not be able to count on them. If they couldn't seize the ferry in front of them and continued to drag it on, the strength of the two sides on the north bank would gradually reverse.

The numerical superiority of the Union Army would be lost as the Confederates continued to cross the river.

When the knights of the Lannister family led their troops to the front line and fought to the death, they also completely inspired the blood and bravery hidden in the hearts of the rest of the northern soldiers.

Under such a crazy offensive, the casualties of the Confederate Army also increased sharply.

But the resilience of the soldiers from Stormland and Riverbend was also stimulated at this moment. Whether it was because of their desire for military exploits or the pursuit of glory, they did not shrink back when they met on such a narrow road, but went forward bravely.

Under the crazy impact of the Northern Army, the Southern Army's formation was slightly scattered, but it was quickly reorganized. It was not long before the Northern Army rushed away, but it was closed again.

This was a real battle to the death. More and more people died, and the blood flowing did not calm people down, but stimulated the ferocity in their hearts.

The soldiers on both sides seemed to have become crazy, as if no one wanted to see the rising sun tomorrow, and they all rushed to hell with one brain.

Until the last ray of the setting sun fell below the western horizon, even if the Northern Army was unwilling, it had to gradually disengage from the enemy.

The soldiers of the North and South Army who fought fiercely for a day finally retreated and returned to the camp to lick their wounds.

Seeing the enemy receding like a tide, the soldiers of the southern army fell to the ground as if they were exhausted, breathing in the fresh air, and their minds gradually cooled down from the frenzy. Companions pray, mourn.

Roughly tidy up the battlefield, tidy up one's own corpses a little, then collect the arrows stuck on the ground like wormwood, and finally count the casualties.

Ser Brienne Tars gulped down the water, which trickled down the corner of her mouth and was bright red by the time it reached the ground.

The attendant looked anxiously at the long arrow stuck in her shoulder:

"Sir, this arrow is very deep... I am afraid I will ask a maester to handle it."

Brienne waved her hand impatiently, pushing the attendant away, then grabbed the shaft of the arrow and pulled it out with a little effort.

This move stunned the surrounding soldiers of the southern army.

In the past few days of fighting, the reputation of this female knight of the storm has spread among the southern army.

Even the most arrogant man can't help but respect the only female knight at this time.

No one dared to mention the insulting title of "beauty" before.

The southern nobles knew very well that this female knight from the island of Tas was already highly valued by the Storm King, but now she fought bravely and made many achievements, and her future was boundless.

Many unmarried young knights even sneaked over to make friends, and it was not hard to guess what they had in mind.

However, Brienne was very wary of these courteous men and treated them coldly.

It made many people retreat in embarrassment.

Brienne's face calmed down when she saw the Storm King surrounded by soldiers coming down to the front line to offer condolences, and she hurried forward to salute.

Samwell talked with the frontline soldiers one by one, with a gentle smile on his face, but his heart was quite heavy.

He had just received the casualty report. In this day, nearly 3,000 people were killed in battle, and countless more were injured.

No one can take such tragic casualties lightly.

So even though he saw some ambiguous episodes surrounding Brienne, he didn't care to ask.

Instead, he was thinking about whether he should change his strategy if the Northern Army's offensive continued to be so crazy.

But what he didn't know was that Duke Tywin on the opposite side was even more uncomfortable than him.

Confederate casualties were heavy, and Northern casualties were even worse.

Moreover, since Duke Tywin sent the elite of the Western Region to the front line, listening to the casualties list of the knights of the Western Region at this moment, even if he was as calm as him, his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

After such a battle, the army in the western region was shattered, but the frightening thing was that they did not achieve the desired results.

The Confederate position on the north shore still stood, seemingly indestructible forever.

It is an indisputable fact that the situation on our side is getting worse.

To make matters worse, the supply of food and grass for the army has begun to run out.

He sent someone to King's Landing to collect the collection, but Tyrion, that rebellious son, actually only sent over the rations that were only enough for the army for two days.

When he sent someone to urge him again, he only got a bunch of bags filled with sand.

The messenger conveyed Tyrion's words tremblingly:

"Says Lord Tyrion, that... he has learned your tricks..."

When Duke Tywin heard this, he wished he could go back to King's Landing immediately and chop off that traitor's head with a sword.

The night was as cold as water, and so was Duke Tywin's heart.

The nobles from the north rushed to his camp, yelling, telling how their men suffered heavy casualties, saying they didn't have enough food, and wanting to withdraw their troops...

At the end of the quarrel, almost everyone thought of withdrawing troops.

They were already afraid of being beaten by the southern army, and if they continued to attack like this, the casualties would only become more and more serious, so they thought about retreating to the city of King's Landing and fighting against the enemy against the tall city walls.

But Lord Tywin wanted to tell them that the walls of King's Landing offered no protection at all.

Once all the southern troops are allowed to cross the river, their own side will completely lose the space to move around. If they cannot block the enemy by the river, they will fall into a situation of failure both strategically and tactically.

King's Landing simply couldn't hold on.

In the absence of food, the so-called largest city in the Seven Kingdoms has become a volcano that is about to erupt.

When they go back now, they just sit on the crater.

But Duke Tywin dared not say such words at all.

These northern nobles had their own minds. If they lost confidence in the Lannister family, most of them would sneak out in one night and surrender to Caesar.

Duke Tywin is naturally very aware of the ugliness of the human heart.

But at this time, he couldn't come up with a better way.

Looking at the people who were still arguing fiercely, a cold light flashed in Duke Tywin's eyes.

"Since everyone wants to withdraw to King's Landing, let's go back." Duke Tywin said in a flat tone, as if everything was still under control.

The nobles accepted the military order without much hesitation.

So, taking advantage of the deep night, the army set out one after another, heading towards King's Landing.