Chapter 112 Battle of Scouts

To sum up, what Asha Greyjoy proposed is actually a political claim, because the Iron Islands in the traditional sense are only that big and their strength is very limited.

No matter where the iron race occupies, they will spit it out in the end. Although it is a bit ridiculous, in a sense, they really lack something called the right to claim.

Westeros is so big, but every inch of land is divided into a virtual geographical concept. You are the castle in the valley, and I am from the riverland. If there is no strong man like the king standing behind, this kind of The concept lasts forever.

Therefore, in order to truly occupy a place, one must have a powerful endorsement in name, such as a king.

And that's what Asha Greyjoy wants.

However, once the North, represented by the Stark family, really supports the Iron Islands in this matter, allowing these pirates to take Fairy Island as their own and expel the Farman family from Fairy City, That would be great fun.

This means that the Northern Territory has completely become the opposite of the Western Territory, because the Northern Territory has interfered with their traditional geographical division.

It was a good idea, but she didn't know that the man in front of her had just agreed to an unlucky guy named Inis Frey not long ago, and the latter had now turned into a half-cooked corpse.

Clay pretended to hesitate for a moment, then nodded, but then shook his head and said:

"In principle, I can agree to these conditions, but you must be the first to attack Lannister Port. We will only fulfill these conditions if Lord Tywin is alarmed."

If Clay didn't counter-offer at all, how could Asha Greyjoy believe it?

What he said was actually a harsh counterattack, meaning that you ironmen must first shed enough blood to prove your sincerity before we in the north will believe you.

Because if the Iron Fleet attacks the Lannister Navy and burns down Lannister Port, then in this war, the Iron Islands and the West will be in a fight to the death, and there will be no possibility of peace.

Of course Asha Greyjoy understood the meaning behind this sentence. Although it was unpleasant, it just hit her bottom line. Therefore, after glaring at Clay with a dark face for a long time, she finally agreed.

But immediately, a look of suspicion appeared on her face, and she asked:

"Why can you, a Mandalay, make decisions on behalf of Stark? How do I know if Rob Stark will regret the agreement we made today?"

Clay sneered directly in response to this question, and he directly made a gesture of seeing off the guests:

"Then please, Miss Asha, if you are fast enough and lucky enough, you should be able to see Lord Robb Stark before he leads his army to fight Tywin's army. You can try, he What price will the noble gentlemen around you give you?"

"Furthermore, I tell you clearly that even if you reach an agreement with them, I will really help you attack the Western Territory. You know this better than anyone else. Miss Asha, think carefully before speaking. Don't think that you have too many chests." I’ll be more patient with you when you grow a little.”

What he said was that he didn't spare any affection at all, even though the two of them had never said that they had any affection at all.

After holding it in for a long time, Asha Greyjoy said something:

"Don't underestimate women."

Clay looked up and down Asha Greyjoy's body with wanton eyes for a long time, deliberately staying on certain parts for a while, and before the other party exploded, he said the next sentence with disdain:

"Stop it, Miss Asha, you don't even dare to draw a knife on me."

He opened the curtain of the tent and walked out. The erratic young voice reached the ears of the ugly-looking sea monster girl:

"Leave and bring back the terms we negotiated. Remember, when I hear you planting the squid flag over Lannister Harbor, that's when our attack on the West will begin."

There was only one woman left in the tent, and women's thoughts were everywhere:

"You bastard Clay Mandler, I'm going to cut you up sooner or later!"

…

Clay's cavalry army, after staying in Seaside City for a day, immediately entered the battlefield in the Riverlands.

It took the army four days to arrive near Crowtree Hall, north of Riverrun.

Along the way, they encountered more than one small group of troops who had fled from the battlefield of Riverrun. There were members from various families. Clay selected the cavalrymen who still had the will to fight to join his command.

When he led his army to station in Crow Tree Hall, he already controlled nearly 6,000 cavalry troops.

He did not choose to go forward, because further forward, the army fell into the patrol range of the Lannister army scouts.

With such a large legion, it was the last thing they could do to hide themselves from the scouts.

In order to maintain the secrecy of his army, Clay ordered the army to stop, rest in place, and wait for orders. At the same time, he sent Sir "Blackfish" Brynden to take four of his own guards and command two hundred of the most elite cavalry to go south. .

Their purpose is to find out the layout of the Lannister Army in Riverrun as soon as possible and collect enough information for the army's next attack.

The mission of these four personal guards is to cross the blockade as quickly as possible and penetrate behind the enemy lines.

Clay needs to figure out the Lannister army's logistical supply line and find a way to cause enough trouble to this supply line.

He wanted to force Jaime Lannister to dedicate part of his troops to protect his logistics line and reduce the number of Lannister legions under Riverrun.

In the original timeline, Robb Stark still let go of thousands of Lannister troops and fled back to the West during a series of attacks. But this time, Clay is formulating a more thorough plan.

He didn't intend to put back a single Lannister.

In his opinion, this battle was going to hit Lord Tywin in the abdomen, causing him so much pain that he couldn't sleep at all.

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Sir Brynden was a little puzzled by Clay's decision to send four personal guards. He believed that they were not sent by Clay to monitor him, because all his elite cavalry were from the North, and there was no need to send anyone to monitor him.

Master Clay made it very clear that after they follow him south, they will soon break away from the large army and continue south, asking him to leave them alone.

Continuing south, what can only four people do? To die?

This was what Sir Brynden couldn't figure out the most. As the commander of the scout force, he couldn't help but asked the four guards about the purpose of this trip south.

He didn't mean to spy on any information, he just wanted to help these young men who were about the same age as Clay.

They are all elites and should not die under the encirclement and suppression of the enemy. This is what Sir Brynden thinks.

However, no matter how he asked, the four personal guards said nothing. You could talk to him about other things. As soon as he asked this question, the four of them collectively became mute.

In the end, Ser Brynden stopped asking, since he couldn't get any results anyway.

When they were within fifty miles and approaching the Red Fork River, the scouts in front finally found their companions, but these opponents didn't seem to pay much attention and acted leisurely.

Ser Brynden could understand their mentality. Under the leadership of the Kingslayer Jaime Lannister, they defeated an army of nearly 20,000 Riverland soldiers along the way, and now have surrounded the owner of the Riverlands. Within the castle.

Such martial arts made the surrounding princes of the Riverlands no longer dare to send people into the battlefield of Riverrun City, even if they still had troops in hand.

Therefore, these scouts were sent out. After the initial tension, they found that there was no enemy at all, so they gradually became slack.

So when Ser Brynden discovered them with a band of ten men, they knew nothing.

Ser Brynden divided his two hundred men into twenty teams, with the riverlanders as guides, and began to infiltrate towards the battlefield of Riverrun from all directions.

However, he did not ask them to penetrate very deep, because once they went too deep and were surrounded and suppressed by the Lannister army and captured, Clay's troops would be exposed.

It can be said that one hundred and ninety of the two hundred people were used to attract the attention of Lannister's peripheral scouts. Only the team led by Ser Brynden himself was the one that actually wanted to infiltrate Riverrun City.

They pushed their horses down. At this juncture, the presence of horses must mean that there were cavalry around, because ordinary farmers could not afford to raise a horse.

And their target, the three-person Lannister scout team, was surrounding an old oak tree that was half burned, relaxing their bladders against the roots of the tree.

Their horses were tied about fifty paces away, a very unsafe distance.

Under normal circumstances, as a scout, when you go out to inspect the enemy's situation, you cannot even dismount, because once you dismount or even separate from the horse, the mobility of the cavalry is completely lost.

If you encounter an enemy and the opponent rushes towards you on a war horse, then the scout will have no time to mount the horse, or if he is lucky enough to mount the horse but the horse speed is not enough due to the short start-up time, there is a high probability that he will be cut off the horse.

But the situation at hand can only show that the Lannister army besieging Riverrun has been quite slack at least in terms of scouts, and they no longer care about this taboo among scouts.

How could the battle-hardened Sir Brynden let go of such a good opportunity? The dense jungle vegetation in the riverlands gave them a good opportunity to move forward.

As the best elite troops in the north, each of them is equipped with one of the few powerful crossbows in the army. Although they are not as good as those issued by Clay to his own soldiers, they are still powerful mid-range weapons.

The ten people were divided into two teams, and from the east and west directions, using the cover of vegetation, they slowly moved around the three Lannister scouts, forming an encirclement.

The distance was getting closer and closer, reaching the optimal attack distance. Ser Brynden stopped. From this position, the Lannister scout's ugly laughter could be clearly heard.

They were discussing how to grab a few women to have a good time after breaking Riverrun. One of them seemed to have passed through Riverrun before the war and was sharing the advantages and disadvantages of the women of the Riverlands and the women of the Westerlands with his companions.

He had just finished exuberantly discussing the upper body of the woman in the river with his companions, and when he was about to turn the topic to the lower body, there was a popping sound, and a sharp arrow emerged from the middle of his throat, piercing the skin.

The blood that spurted out directly covered the face of his companion across from him, polluting his sight.

Death was inevitable. The Lannister scout who was shot through the neck fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Blood bubbles came out of the wound. The arrow completely penetrated his trachea and scratched it at the same time. The main artery in the neck.

The other northern scouts who surrounded them had already chopped down the remaining two Lannisters to the ground before they could react. However, one of them did not hit the vital point. This is the tongue, which must be kept. Questioning.

"Please, give me a bandage. My leg is bleeding. If this continues, I will die..."

Under the unblinking gray eyes of his companions, and feeling the constant loss of blood in his thighs, the Lannister scout finally collapsed, his desire to survive overriding all honor and belief.

"You bandage me first. Please, tell me whatever you want to know!"

Seeing the effect, Ser Brynden winked at a scout, who tore off the sleeves of a corpse and pretended to work on the legs of the still living Lannister scout.

This was a consolation. These northerners were very clever. In order to prevent this man from escaping, he stabbed his thigh with a sword, causing a huge wound that was impossible to heal under current technical conditions.

If it were in peacetime, he would be lying in the Church of the Seven Gods right now, with fat-minded priests reciting the Seven Gods texts that they were not very familiar with, allowing him to spend the last period of his life.

When the person dies, ask the family to charge enough money. If the golden dragon gives enough, they will be buried in the cemetery behind the church. If they can't pay even the bronze star, the family will go back and forth by themselves. Is it better to bury them in the wilderness? You can do it in your own home.

How could the noble servants of the Seven Gods care about such a thing?

But it's a pity that this is a battlefield. There are no priests, no scriptures, and no family members. There are only comrades or enemies.

However, he will still lie down in the soil in the end, even though it is just a shallow pit, because the scouts in the north do not want their whereabouts to be discovered. If someone comes looking for them, they cannot let them discover the bodies of these Lannisters. .

As for whether he will be discovered later, it no longer matters. By then, the battle at Riverrun will definitely be over. He will win, and the army will be stationed in Riverrun, and he will be kissed by the woman from the river as a hero.

If you lose, you will just be lying on the ground like these Lannisters.

The heroic northerners had long been mentally prepared for this. From the moment they left the Neck, they were ready to sacrifice their lives.

On the battlefield, you kill me and I kill you. Who can guarantee that he will survive every time?