Heavy Cavalry Charge

An Infantryman from Winterfell, having luckily dodged the attacks of the Bolton garrison, was about to climb the walls of Dreadfort using a siege ladder.

The moment he poked his head over, he saw a Bolton soldier holding a rock. Both were stunned for a moment before reacting immediately.

The Winterfell Infantryman's longsword pierced the Bolton soldier's chest, while the Bolton soldier's rock heavily smashed into the other's face.

The brave Winterfell Infantryman screamed and fell, but the next Winterfell Infantryman seized the temporary defensive gap and quickly scrambled onto the wall.

A third, a fourth...

A small group of Winterfell Infantrymen gradually gained a foothold on this section of the wall, engaging in a brutal close-quarters battle with the Bolton garrison.

"Go!"

From his position at the rock stairs at the rear of the wall, Roose saw this gap.

He waved his hand at the Bolton soldiers lined up and waiting on the rock stairs. This group of Bolton soldiers ferociously charged towards the Winterfell Infantrymen who had climbed the wall.

Thick blood flowed along the stone slabs of the wall, and severed limbs exposing irregular bones were scattered everywhere. This breach in the wall resembled a crowded slaughterhouse.

Winterfell soldiers surged forward continuously, while the Bolton garrison also lined up on the inner wall stairs, waiting to fill the gaps.

"I haven't seen Rickard's cavalry at all, but those few hundred cavalry wouldn't change anything."

Even though the gap in the wall had not yet been filled, Roose remained calm. After making a judgment in his mind, he issued a counterattack order to the attendant beside him.

"Notify Locke to begin the attack! And have the cavalry inside the city prepare to sortie."

A kilometer away from the battlefield, in a hilly area, Locke's prepared troops received Roose's order and began to advance rapidly towards the rear of the allied army's encampment.

As a capable subordinate recognized by Roose, Locke's combat experience was quite rich.

He clearly assigned the attack methods for his troops.

Once within range, five hundred heavily armored knights, wrapped up like tin cans, would charge head-on.

With their powerful impact and excellent defense, a single charge would basically be enough to break through the allied army.

The other five hundred Light Cavalry of House Bolton would divide into two groups, flanking from the left and right wings. Once the Heavy Cavalry broke through the formation, they would cut like sharp blades.

The remaining three thousand Infantry would then mop up the fleeing soldiers whose formations had been disrupted.

Da da da!

As Locke's thousand cavalry advanced, the earth-shattering sound of hooves reached the allied army's encampment.

However, seeing the dense Bolton reinforcements in the distance, the soldiers guarding the encampment did not panic at all.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

As three consecutive horn calls, like secret signals, sounded, the rear half of the allied army's square encampment was pulled open, and dense Winterfell soldiers poured out.

At the same time, the transport wagons lined up at the end of the square formation were pulled aside, and recently crafted ancient Hua Country Caltrops were quickly placed in front of the wagons by the soldiers.

These Caltrops were made of two rows of wooden posts crossed and fixed into an 'XXX' shaped frame, with various sharp iron spikes embedded on these wooden frames.

After placing the defensive fortifications, these soldiers wearing Chainmail with Direwolf insignia quickly and orderly formed ranks into the most common defensive formation.

The first rank of Spearmen stood on the transport wagons, holding their weapons level, their iron spears glinting coldly in the sunlight.

The second rank of Spearmen rested their iron spearheads on the Caltrops, with their butts on the ground, pointing diagonally through the gaps in the Caltrops at the accelerating Bolton reinforcements.

On the walls of Dreadfort, Roose saw the Winterfell soldiers who had suddenly appeared in the allied army at the first moment.

Although he didn't know how these soldiers had evaded the scout cavalry and hidden in the encampment, in his opinion, his family's Heavy Cavalry would definitely crush their defensive formation.

However, for the first time, a sense of panic, that the battlefield situation was out of his control, arose in his heart.

Locke could not see the situation in the allied army's encampment; he only saw that the enemy had placed some obstacles in front of them.

In his view, those wooden stakes would also be smashed to pieces under the charge of the Heavy Cavalry.

Moreover, the current situation did not allow him to stop and observe the enemy closely.

Upon entering attack range, the Heavy Cavalry began to accelerate slowly, while the Light Cavalry on the flanks also began to circle, preparing to attack the enemy's wings.

The Infantry behind them also began to charge with their swords, but their charge speed was too slow compared to the cavalry, and their overall formation had become distorted and deformed from the moment they charged.

"Spearmen, hold your formation! Archers, move to the left flank, draw your bows, target the enemy cavalry on the left."

Behind this formation of Winterfell soldiers, the fully armed Theon, with excitement, commanded his subordinates to adjust their formation, as this was his first time leading an army of over a thousand men into battle.

"Theon, you forgot to signal!"

Owen beside him reminded him expressionlessly.

"Haha, Owen, thanks for the reminder."

As a plume of black smoke rose from the encampment, the battle in the rear of the allied army had begun.

Rumble rumble rumble!

The five hundred Heavy Cavalry, having approached within a hundred meters, descended like rolling thunder.

Ninety meters!

Eighty meters!

Seventy meters!

Neigh! Neigh! ...

A heavily armored Cavalryman at the very front, his mount's feet suddenly found nothing beneath them, and he fell heavily into a pit, letting out a miserable whinny.

A Cavalryman behind him, unable to stop in time, followed in his footsteps.

Like a chain reaction, several heavily armored Cavalrymen in a row stepped into pits disguised with branches and light snow, falling heavily to the ground.

But these Cavalrymen truly had extraordinary riding skills; aside from those who fell because they couldn't evade in time, the rest of the Cavalrymen controlled their mounts to dodge.

However, these short dozens of meters contained quite a few such traps. By the time this group of heavily armored Cavalrymen neared the Caltrops, they had already lost at least forty to fifty comrades.

"Heh heh, Robb ordered us to secretly dig these Horse Traps at night. They're really effective!"

Theon, who had been watching the heavily armored Cavalrymen fall into the traps and tumble head over heels, said with a smile to Owen.

"Mm, it's just that the method isn't very honorable."

Owen, young in appearance, spoke with the air of an old noble.

"Mmm, you should get to know Jon. On the battlefield, any method that can effectively kill the enemy is a good method."

Theon rolled his eyes at this.

"They're almost here. I'm going to the front!"

Owen said no more. His expression turned serious as he pulled down the faceguard of his helmet and walked towards the Spearmen formation.

When it came to serious matters, Theon was no longer grinning. He pulled down his own faceguard and stared fixedly ahead.

CRASH! CLANG!

The impact force of the heavily armored Cavalrymen was no joke. They were like heavy tanks, smashing directly into the Caltrops.

The Caltrops were directly broken by them. The temporary spikes on the Caltrops were simply unable to penetrate the defense of their thick iron armor.

Neigh!

The recoil from breaking the Caltrops was also fed back to the mounts of the front rank of charging Cavalrymen. How many of their breastbones were broken, their horses spat blood and collapsed softly to the ground.

The heavily armored Cavalrymen on their backs were thrown heavily to the ground, then mercilessly trampled by the charging mounts of the following Cavalrymen.

SPLAT!

A heavily armored Cavalryman's spear fiercely pierced a Spearman escorting a transport wagon.

But several sharp iron spearheads beside him also pierced and drilled into him and his mount, leaving them looking like a tattered rag doll.