Chapter 120 The Defeated

"Sir, what should I do with Tengshi Hebei Camp? There are more than 3,000 people there. Wouldn't it be a pity to let them go?"

Earl Glover raised questions, although in the plan, he was going to lead a thousand cavalry to quickly go south early tomorrow morning and insert himself directly into the position between Golden Tooth City and Riverrun City.

He would wait there for an opportunity to attack the defeated Lannister army, after the remaining northern army defeated the three camps in Riverrun.

Clay smiled, waved his hand, and answered Earl Glover's question:

"Lord Earl, I never said I would let them go. Our goal is to keep all the twelve thousand Lannister troops in the plains of the Riverlands. This has not changed to this day."

"I originally attacked the Beida Camp first because I was worried that the Beida Camp was too strong. If we didn't defeat them, the 1,000 men led by you, Lord Earl, might not be able to stop them."

"But now, there are only more than 3,000 people left in the North Camp, which is almost the same as the Southwest Camp. I believe that with your military strength, Lord Earl, you can definitely defeat them in one fell swoop. This is the first reason."

Clay raised one finger, and then he raised a second finger:

"Secondly, judging from the entire battlefield, the Tengshi Hebei Camp is the least likely to escape back to Golden Tooth City. They are the farthest away from there, and there is a rolling Tengshi River in the middle."

"As long as we are fast enough and directly destroy the opening for them to cross the river south, they will not be able to cross, and they can only stare on the other side of the river."

"It doesn't matter if they know what's going on and run away. Once we deal with the remaining 7,000 people, we can do whatever we want with the remaining 3,000 people."

"And all of this is based on the fact that you, Lord Earl, must bet on the opening of Golden Tooth City so that not even a single soldier can pass through it."

"Remember, I don't care how many people you lose. I won't blame you if you kill all these thousand people. As long as you can keep all these ten thousand people here, it will be a great achievement!"

The voice is loud and impactful.

The northern nobles gathered around the map and drew on it carefully. They used their fingers to outline the attack arrows Clay had drawn, and they immediately understood it at a glance.

Their commander expanded the battlefield of this second attack battle from Riverrun City to a vast area including Riverrun City and the west side of the Tengshi River.

With the help of the insurmountable mountains in the west, Clay used 5,000 men to form a huge encirclement that could accommodate 10,000 people.

Killing every step of the way is to put these ten thousand troops to death.

"Okay! As Master Clay said, we listen to you, please lead us to achieve a second greater victory!"

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In the middle of the night, with the moon above the treetops, the northern military camp was silent.

Rarely, Clay suffered from insomnia and couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

I simply got dressed and walked around the camp.

Personal guard Kerrison originally wanted to follow, but was stopped by Clay. Here, no one dared to go against him.

Five thousand troops are tied to his hand, and here, he is the uncrowned king.

Passing by tents and listening to the heavy snoring inside, Clay smiled. Very good. These northern warriors have a good mentality. They will embark on a new battlefield tomorrow. The quality of sleep tonight is quite good.

When he met a passing night guard soldier, he stopped him from greeting him and pointed to the tent next to him, signaling for quieter time.

After patting them on the shoulders, with excited eyes in their eyes, Clay walked towards the back of the camp.

Since he can't sleep anyway, it's better to keep others awake, but since he's going to the battlefield tomorrow, this person must be ineffective in this battle.

It is you, my prisoner, Jaime Lannister the Kingslayer.

He knew where the regicide was being held, and he walked towards the north side of the camp without anyone leading him.

Passing by the stables where the war horses were stored, Clay checked the status of several war horses. Fortunately, his side was waiting for work in this battle and had superior strength, so the losses were very small.

According to the losses reported by Earl Horwood, the casualties plus one were less than 200 people. For a team battle involving 7,000 or 8,000 people, this was not considered a loss at all.

This is a loss that the Northern Army can completely accept. With less than a thousand people, it will not be broken.

Clay soon arrived at his destination. Looking at Jaime Lannister who was guarded by more than a dozen soldiers, Clay couldn't help but think of Edmure Tully in the Riverrun camp.

I guess he is just like this bear now. It's really funny. The war has just begun, and the two heavyweight heirs of both sides are in each other's jails.

I know this is the real world, but if I don’t know, I think someone is watching behind the scenes, cutting off whichever side is the most powerful, and forcibly balancing both sides.

"Lord Clay!"

The light of the torch illuminated the soldiers' faces, instantly waking up these sleepy soldiers. After this battle, Clay gained a very high prestige in the army.

The thinking of the soldiers at the bottom is very simple. Whoever can lead them to victory is the good boss. It would be best if they win every game.

Therefore, when they saw Clay, all of them looked excited and couldn't help but stand up straight to make themselves look better in front of adults.

"Well, you've all worked hard. Leave for a while and I'll chat with the Kingslayer. You guys can rest outside for a while and then you can perform your duties after I leave."

Clay smiled and waved at them, indicating that they could leave.

Some soldiers were still worried about Clay's safety and said loudly:

"Lord Clay, please let me stay. I heard that the Lannister family can turn into lions and bite people. You have to be careful!"

Looking at the soldier with a strange expression and a very serious expression, Clay realized that the other party might really think so, and it was not his fault. For him, an ordinary northern soldier, he might have been a young farmer in a remote area. In terms of.

The young master of the Lannister family, the Kingsguard of King's Landing, the regicide who backs up the king, etc., is a strange symbol. Moreover, the people in the north never want to see Lannister. This sentence has been passed down through word of mouth countless times. It is quite understandable that the distortion turned into this when it reached his ears.

"Don't worry, boy from the north, Lannisters don't eat people, and they won't turn into lions."

Jaime Lannister's voice came from the wooden cage in which he was imprisoned. It was obvious that he was not asleep either.

"Sir!" The soldier wanted to insist, but Clay didn't want to chat with him anymore.

"Don't worry, I captured this guy on the battlefield. He doesn't even have a sword now, so how can he hurt me? Don't worry, go outside and rest, there's still a whole night to go."

The soldier with a worried look on his face was forcibly dragged away by other colleagues who had eyes. Now, only Clay and Jaime Lannister were left here.

"You...are the one who defeated me before?"

Obviously Clay's words made Jaime Lannister realize that Clay was the physical monster who humiliated him on the battlefield and suffered an extremely frustrating defeat. For such a mysterious northerner to come to him, Jaime Lannister Nestor let go of his embarrassment as a prisoner.

"Yes, are you surprised? Kingslayer? I am the one who defeated you, and all two thousand of your cavalry were killed by me. Isn't this a bit hard to accept for a big shot like you who stands at the top of the Seven Kingdoms? ?”

Clay asked slightly sarcastically. He was not showing off his achievements, but there was no need to be polite to the enemy and the loser.

Jaime Lannister's eyes narrowed. He only knew that the young man in armor in front of him must be the core heir of a large noble family in the North, but he had no idea that he would actually be the commander of the Northern Army. official.

He had met members of the Stark family in Winterfell, and he knew every child of Eddard Stark. He was certain that the person in front of him was definitely not a Stark.

He couldn't understand why, since he wasn't Stark, why would the North hand over all its cavalry to such an unknown young man from all over the Seven Kingdoms?

He didn't doubt Clay's words at all, because it was already this time, so what was the point of deceiving him as a prisoner?

From the time he was captured until now, the most unacceptable thing for him is that he was so stupid. He didn't know the division of troops in the north, didn't see through the seduction strategy of the cavalry that made him extremely angry, and didn't think of it in time. There will be such a big ambush waiting for you.

From the very beginning, he, Jaime Lannister, was reckoned with, and step by step he made himself pay the price of two thousand elite cavalry for his stupidity.

"Who...are you? I seem to have never seen you before."

It was a bit difficult to say this, because no one knew who was responsible for the consecutive defeats, which made Jaime Lannister even more unacceptable.

But he couldn't control his curiosity, he wanted to know Clay's identity too much.

"Clay Manderly, how can I, a little person like me, be lucky enough to attract your attention? What we saw in Winterfell was that you were so arrogant that you refused to even look down at me."

Clay answered Jaime Lannister's question expressionlessly. He knew how proud he was, so he hated people who were more proud than himself.

"Mandalay... Mandalay in White Harbor?"

A good education in heraldry allowed Jaime Lannister to recite the surname and immediately realize which family it was.

"Okay, it doesn't matter if my surname is Manderly or Targaryen, it doesn't matter. Here, you are just my defeated general."

Clay didn't want to discuss his family history with him. What was there to discuss?

After a moment of silence, James sneered, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or others. He sighed, and leaned his body covered in mud and blood against the wooden cage with a relaxed look on his face.

"Yes, you are right, Clay Manderly, you are very powerful. You defeated me in one battle. You know, Edmure, the heir of Riverrun, even with 20,000 people, he couldn't make me lose many people." .”

His tone was rather sad, as if he was recalling the glory of his consecutive victories after coming out of Golden Tooth City.

"But you are different. I read it right. You must have at most six thousand people. I still know how much wealth there is in the north. With these six thousand people, you killed two thousand of me in one breath."

"It's not enough. You're counting it as less. My lord, it's twelve thousand people."

Clay reminded him coldly.

Jaime Lannister was stunned by these words, but as he was on the outside at this time, his mind was moving very fast. After a moment of thought, he knew what Clay wanted to do. When he thought of this small valley where he was ambushed on all sides, his face suddenly changed. A little paler.

"No, it won't happen. There will always be someone who can escape and report to Riverrun. Lord Westerling knows what to do..."

The voice was a little trembling, and there was a very obvious smell of uncertainty.

Clay didn't give him any extra time to imagine, and directly dashed his hopes.

"It's a pity, Regicide, that not one of your two thousand cavalry was able to escape."

Looking at Jaime Lannister who suddenly shook the wooden cage violently like a mad lion, Clay's face seemed to be solidified with ice.