Victory

The emerald flames reflected in Roose's pupils, stunning even him, who was usually unflappable.

When he came to his senses, he shoved the cavalryman beside him and pointed at Ramsay, who had already disappeared from the city walls, roaring, "Get men and capture that son of a bitch for me!"

"Uh, yes, yes! My lord!"

The cavalryman, equally stunned by the emerald flames, immediately prepared to lead men to capture Ramsay.

However, the city gate guards had been wiped out, and the patrolling and rotating soldiers inside the castle wouldn't arrive in time.

After a moment's thought, he drew his longsword and went to capture Ramsay alone.

"If you don't want to die! Hurry up and get people to put out the fire!"

Before Roose could get close to the burning castle gate, he felt a wave of heat. He pulled a terrified, leg-weak soldier up from the ground and shouted.

The soldier nodded dumbly, running towards the garrison fort while shouting for help to put out the fire.

Da da da da!

The sound of hooves reached Roose's ears from outside the city walls. He immediately realized that outside the castle was the wolf cub, waiting with his cavalry for the emerald flames to extinguish. Once they did, they could charge into Dreadfort without any obstruction.

Fortunately, these hard-to-extinguish emerald flames would buy Roose some time to make arrangements for the upcoming fierce battle.

But then, through the gaps in the emerald flames, he saw the unusual actions of the Winterfell cavalry outside the city gate.

Roose shook his head and sighed softly, then turned and walked towards the inner castle, completely ignoring the soldiers asking him how to put out the fire.

"Hold the formation! Charge!"

Outside Dreadfort, Robb raised his hand and waved forward. The cavalry behind him rode in a neat formation towards the burning gate.

Bang!

As they neared the emerald flames, they took down a cloth bag tied to their warhorses and threw it forcefully forward. The cloth bag made a muffled sound as it landed in the emerald flames.

These troublesome emerald flames instantly ignited the cloth bag, and clumps of wet mud fell out from the burning bag.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Winterfell cavalry rode away after throwing the cloth bags, allowing the cavalry behind them to continue the process. The entire operation was orderly and well-planned.

As more wet mud bags were thrown, the emerald flames, unable to burn the wet mud, were gradually extinguished, forming a path into the interior of Dreadfort.

"Charge! Those who disarm and surrender will not be killed!"

When Robb saw the people frantically putting out fires and hastily forming ranks inside Dreadfort through the muddy passage, he immediately gave the order to charge.

Hot! Burning!

The Winterfell cavalry blindfolded their warhorses and urged them towards the still-burning mud passage.

As they rode through quickly, they could still feel the scorching heat through their armor.

Riiiip! Ah!

When the Winterfell cavalry entered the castle, there were only about a hundred soldiers gathered in Dreadfort. Under one charge, the ground was covered not with bodies, but with soldiers who had sustained non-fatal sword wounds and were lying on the ground, groaning and screaming in pain.

"Count Rickard, you will take two hundred men to guard here. Little Jon, Eddard, you will take a thousand men to attack the three garrison forts on the left. The rest will attack the forts on the right with me.

Those who disarm and surrender will not be killed. All loot and women will be distributed after the battle. Anyone who dares to disobey my orders will be personally executed!"

Passing through the scorching gate passage with Blood Wind into the easily defensible Dreadfort, Robb immediately issued orders to everyone according to the pre-planned strategy.

"Alright! I will guard the gate tightly!"

"Yes!"

"As you command, Lord Robb!"

The Winterfell generals surrounding him nodded sternly upon hearing the orders and began leading their assigned men to carry out the commands.

"Lord Robb!"

Sam, with severe burns on his skin, hobbled out from behind a stone pillar, supporting a one-armed Wolf Guard, and shouted towards Robb, who was about to lead his men to attack.

"Medics! Hurry and treat them! Heal them at all costs!"

Seeing Sam and the other man with severe burns, their faces comparable to The Hound's, Robb's heart ached, and he immediately shouted behind him.

A medic, with a linen cloth wrapped around his head and carrying a wooden box, emerged from the ranks and immediately went to treat Sam and the other man.

"Where are the other two brothers?"

Robb looked behind Sam and asked with concern.

After carefully handing the one-armed Wolf Guard he was supporting to the medic, Sam, hearing Robb's question, looked mournful, his eyes tearing up, and weakly shook his head at him.

Seeing this, Robb gritted his teeth fiercely and said to Sam, "When I take Dreadfort, you will have the first credit."

"Everyone, charge with me!"

"Ah!"

With the last swordsman guard of House Bolton's scream, Robb captured the last garrison fort on the right side of Dreadfort.

At this moment, he was covered in blood, both the enemy's and his own.

The assault on Dreadfort this time was completely different from the cavalry raid that went smoothly before.

The House Bolton soldiers, apart from a small number who surrendered without a fight, most of the rest fought bravely.

Because they were familiar with the terrain of Dreadfort, at a corner of a corridor, caught off guard, Robb took a sword to his left arm.

However, with the blood-colored mist continuously pouring into his body, his sword-wounded left arm did not affect his combat at all. He had even taken the time to check the wound just now, and it had already stopped bleeding automatically.

Beside him, Blood Wind, although happily gnawing on snacks, looked more seriously injured from the outside.

An arrow was stuck in Blood Wind's back, left leg, and left buttock. These were from sneak attacks by House Bolton archers; after all, Blood Wind's massive size made it the best target.

However, it was also because it was concentrating on the fight that it was ambushed from behind by the archers. Otherwise, if shot from the front, with its eyesight and speed, it could have completely dodged.

This time, worried about losing control from too much red mist pouring in, Robb had already allocated Blood Contract Points to Blood Wind's attributes in advance, and during the battle, he would add points in real-time whenever he had a moment.

Currently, Robb's Blood Contract Points remained around 20, and Blood Wind's other two attributes were also about to catch up to Constitution again.

Having completed the capture of the right flank fortification, Robb, leading the Winterfell soldiers, escorted the few surrendered soldiers and walked out of the castle.

Outside, it was already the early morning with a sky full of rosy clouds. It turned out they had been fighting all night without realizing it.

As soon as they reached the training ground near the main gate of Dreadfort, Robb saw Jon and Eddard rushing with soldiers, looking like they were coming to reinforce him.

Perhaps the resistance they encountered was not very intense. Although the soldiers led by the two were also covered in traces of battle, they were not as disheveled as Robb and his men.

"We... we won!"

Looking at the Winterfell soldiers who were loyal to him and had fought for him, Robb clenched his right fist, punched the sky, and shouted loudly.

"Woooo!"

All the Winterfell soldiers roared in unison, their faces filled with excitement, heads held high. The surrendered soldiers, on the other hand, lowered their heads even further.