When Earl Benfort led the charge, the cavalry on the hillside ran towards the back of the hill in tacit agreement, just like before.
James couldn't see the fighting over there and could only hear the soldiers' curses and screams.
This battle lasted much longer than before. After an unknown amount of time, a cavalryman finally appeared in James' sight on the hillside.
Those were Lord Benfort's men.
The scout who went back to report the news secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Hey, we finally won. It was like a ghost just now."
But soon, the people on the Lannister side realized that something was wrong.
More and more of Earl Benfort's cavalry appeared on the hillside, but they did not seem to be returning victorious, but rather... routed?
The number of people seemed to be wrong. It was no longer a hundred people, but only more than seventy people ran back.
Finally, when Lord Benfort rode back on his horse, James the Regicide realized that his suspicion just now was correct.
Lord Benfort's helmet was twisted, and the weapon in his hand was thrown away. His face was full of panic, and he ran towards the Lannister army wailing.
"Be careful, don't let them disrupt the formation."
After James gave the order, he grabbed the fleeing Earl of Benfort. Without waiting for the other party to calm down, he directly took a pot of water from the attendant and poured it on Benfort. On Earl Te's head.
"Calm down! Why did you run back? Is there an ambush in the woods behind?"
Earl Benfort, stimulated by the cold water, regained some of his rationality. He looked frightened and said intermittently: "No... no ambush. Just... these dozen people... are too strong, they... we can't stop the three-round charge..."
"They didn't say a word!"
"They didn't say a word!"
Benfort said the last word. The count repeated it twice. The scene just now really shocked him.
A dozen or so uniformed cavalrymen, silently carrying large guns, rushed towards you with death-like silence. He never wanted to experience that scene again.
James was furious: "Just those dozen people?! It only took three rounds of charges to disperse you?!"
Earl Benfort muttered: "They are not afraid of death..."
James felt contempt in his heart. The Earl of Benfort knew how to rush to the first place when he wanted to take credit, but when he was asked to fight bloody battles, he ran away. He had no chivalry at all!
Under the moonlight, the dozen cavalrymen returned to their original positions, silently confronting James's three thousand cavalrymen.
However, the battle just now also caused them to reduce their numbers, that is, I don't know how many died and how many were injured.
In any case, a dozen cavalrymen can defeat more than a hundred cavalry head-on, which is enough to prove that the enemy in front of them is the elite among the elite.
James narrowed his eyes and looked at each other, the anger in his heart already boiling: "Damn, this is an insult and contempt for us!"
He put on his helmet to protect his vitals, leaving only a pair of eyes looking forward: "The whole army is pressing forward. Try to keep as many people alive as possible. I want to live!"
He was determined to send out the whole army to capture all these dozen elite cavalry and ask them about their origins.
The team of three thousand cavalry first slowly adjusted their positions. When everything was ready, rows of soldiers rode their horses and whips in unison, instantly forming a thunderous momentum!
Any inexperienced commander would have been caught off guard by James' attack and would have been within the attack range of the cavalry before he could react.
Little Jon was holding the flag of the Tully family and was a little caught off guard when he saw James suddenly pressing forward with his army.
"Fortunately, I don't have to fight an opponent like this alone. I have Lord Robb behind me," he thought.
Young Wolf Lord is what the vassals in the north call Robb privately, out of respect and admiration.
But Little Jon always wanted to change his name to a name that belonged only to the Wolf Cavalry for Robb, otherwise, he would not be able to distinguish himself from ordinary soldiers.
There was no time to think so much, and seeing that his purpose as bait had been achieved, Little Jon turned his horse and rushed towards the designated place.
Seeing the enemy rushing towards the Whispering Forest, James made some mental calculations and suspected that the enemy had an ambush in the woods.
However, there are only a dozen people on the other side. Seeing so many cavalry, it is normal for them to hide in the woods. It is impossible to lead a dozen people to charge towards you, right?
As soon as Little Jon saw Jaime slowing down, he immediately slowed down his horse, as if he was teasing Jaime.
James's patience was gradually exhausted, and anger occupied the high ground of his brain, and he rushed directly towards Little Jon's team.
This chasing game lasted ten minutes, and the two sides finally came to a sunken terrain.
Little Jon accelerated suddenly and rushed to the small hill aside to join the main force.
Robb had long heard the thunderous sound of horse hooves. When the spies saw Little Jon's position, he immediately turned around and led the wolf cavalry to stand on the top of the hill to greet Little Jon.
"Hey!"
Sure enough, there is an ambush!
James was startled by the sudden appearance of the cavalry and immediately pulled up the reins and slowed down.
But after James saw the other party's staffing clearly under the moonlight, he immediately felt more at ease.
Three hundred men... Robb kid... heh.
Looking around, it was extremely quiet, and it was unlikely that there were other reinforcements.
"Kingslayer. You are well. It has been a while since we last met."
Robb looked down at the cavalry phalanx that was ten times the size of his own. There was no panic on his face. James was confused when he looked at it. Could this be the case? This kid doesn't know anything about the battlefield?
Seeing that the other party was silent, Robb continued to speak: "You had an affair with that bitch Cersei, but you pushed my brother Bran Stark, who exposed your scandal, from the high tower, causing him to be disabled for life."
"I still heard that you pierced my father's knees with a spear in King's Landing, leaving him with a crutch."
"I also heard that your son and his mistress tied up my father to make him a worthy king. The hands suffer in the dungeon."
"Lannister, what a ridiculous family."
Robb's words echoed on the battlefield, and the Wolf Riders were filled with indignation, and the rising anger in their chests was stimulating their bodies.
The Lannister troops were a little surprised and confused. They didn't know if the incestuous affair Robb mentioned was true. They lamented that their commander was really good at playing. As for Ned's matter, they didn't care at all.
James felt a surge of blood rushing to his head and was about to lose his mind. He roared: "Shut up! You damn bastard! When I kill you, this battle will be over. What do you think three hundred people can do?"
"Forget it, we are on the battlefield after all." Seeing
that he had achieved his goal, Robb was too lazy to talk nonsense. He silently raised his right hand, as if he was holding something in vain.
More than three thousand people looked at Robb's strange movements and were a little confused.
Robb suddenly clenched his right hand!
Crackling, sizzling!!!
The next moment, a spear composed of golden thunder appeared in his hand!