Roderick. Greyjoy stood on the bow of his longboat, the river wind blowing his beard. He looked at his fleet of small longboats with satisfaction. The narrow river channel forced them to line up in a line, like a Sea Snake patrolling the territory.
He had no doubts about Geode. Goodbrother's plan. It was simply a perfect plan. As a sea monster that wreaked havoc on Riverlands, he was full of irony towards the Riverlands people's fighting will.
Now, these Riverlands people actually thought that with 6,000 people they could stop Ironborn. They were so naive and ridiculous. He even felt a little pity for the fools who were about to be attacked from both sides and waiting to be slaughtered.
He had already begun to consider going to the Westerlands to find out that damn Suleiman. When he thought about this bastard who had taken advantage of his stupid brother Maron, Roderick's anger was raging. He wanted to unscrew his head with his own hands, use his skull as a wine glass, and wash away House Greyjoy's shame.
He happily patted the shoulder of a man next to him and promised loudly. The man's face was a little gloomy, but his eyes were shrewd. "Hadwin, good job!"
"When this battle is over, I will give you a long ship and let you be the captain."
"Your brain is much better than those Ironborns who only know how to kill people with an axe.
Bronn gave a perfunctory smile and bowed slightly, "It's my pleasure, captain."
Bronn, or now Hadwin, forced a smile, but was cursing in his heart. These Riverlands nobles only know how to eat the flesh and blood of Riverlands people and enjoy offerings, but they do not fulfill their protective duties and do not give him any chance to escape in the chaos.
But... his eyes swept across the deep forests on both sides of the river without leaving a trace. An intuition honed on the edge of life and death countless times made him feel a little strange. This ghost place was too quiet.
Under the shadow of the dense forest, Suleiman's army has already been quietly in position.
Nearly three hundred battle-hardened knights dismounted, holding long bows, swords and shields, like a group of dormant hungry wolves, silently waiting for the signal to hunt.
Behind them were five hundred West Riverlands farmers that Suleiman had brought along the way. They were shaking with excitement, tightly clutching the simple weapons in their hands, most of which were pitchforks and lumber axes. Their eyes were flashing with fear and excitement. One Ironborn and two Gold Dragon would have to cultivate the land for how many years.
Suleiman stood on a high cliff, allowing him to have a panoramic view of the river below. His expression was as cold as a chess player overlooking the chessboard. No one could hide from him Riverlands.
This ambush point is the narrowest and most turbulent place in the entire tributary. The long boats must be lined up one after another. They cannot keep abreast of each other. They can only crawl in one by one like a stupid long snake.
The dense trees and low-hanging vines on both sides greatly restricted the maneuverability and mobility of the ships, and also provided perfect cover for the ambush.
When the flagship longship of Roderick slowly sailed into the centermost position, the breathing of the entire forest seemed to have stopped at this moment.
All eyes are focused on Suleiman, waiting for the fateful signal.
Hands, wave down violently!
When the signal was sent out, the first thing that sounded in the dense forests on both sides of the strait was not the cry of killing, but the trembling buzz of bowstrings.
The knights may not be professional and excellent archers, but as part of the noble hunting activities, archery is a compulsory course for them. Countless arrows shot out of the strings, drawing arcs of death in the air, densely covering the uncovered longship deck.
The rain of arrows came without any warning, and the Ironborns were unprepared. Before many people could react, their bodies were pierced by sharp arrows. They screamed and fell to the ground, or rolled directly into the cold river water. On the deck, there were wailing sounds, the muffled sound of arrows entering the flesh, and the sound of falling into the water.
Immediately afterwards, it was the turn of the farmers. They used all their strength to push down the boulders and grease-soaked burning logs from high places.
A boulder the size of a tabletop roared and fell, accurately hitting the middle of a long boat. The fragile keel made a violent collision and breaking sound. The hull was instantly broken from the middle, and the Ironborn on the boat fell into the river like a dumpling.
The burning logs rolled onto the ship and immediately ignited the canvas and cables. Thick smoke rose into the sky, choking the Ironborn people and making them unable to breathe.
Roderick. Greyjoy After the initial shock, he raised his shield to deflect a flying arrow.
He glared angrily and scanned the dense forests on both sides of the strait. "Trap!! We've been ambushed!!!"
"How do they know I'm here!!!"
"Who is it?! Who leaked the news!!!"
Arrows and rolling stones are still falling, and the river has become a slaughterhouse. Ironborn can only be beaten passively, and Roderick can only roar and give orders.
"Ashore! Everyone, everyone!"
"Abandon ship! Go ashore and fight them!"
"Quick! Get to the shore! Go ashore and kill them! Drowned God is with us!"
He knew that if he continued to stay on the water, he would be a living target. The only way to survive was to rush ashore and resolve the battle in the Ironborn way.
The surviving Ironborns, led by Roderick, braved the rain of arrows and rolling stones, and struggled to push the longboat to the river bank. They jumped into the waist-deep river water, roaring, brandishing axes and swords, stepping on the slippery pebbles at the bottom of the river, and rushing like crazy toward the only shoal that seemed possible to land.
What greeted them were the infantry knights under Suleiman who were eager for meritorious service and were already waiting for them.
Ironborn, who was at the front, struck a knight's kite-shaped shield with an axe. The huge force made the knight take half a step back, but the shield was intact. The next second, the long sword of another knight next to him thrust out from the gap in the shield like lightning, stabbing Ironborn accurately.
Ironborn is extremely fierce and powerful, but they do not cooperate and fight independently.
The knights of Riverlands, on the other hand, do not need to engage in heavy physical labor. They tend to have stronger bodies, more physical strength, and more systematic training. They work in teams of two and three, using shields to form a solid defense line and using long swords to carry out efficient counterattacks. If one is injured, someone will immediately replace him.
The formations of both sides did not move at all, and this place became a flesh and blood mill.
A House Deddings knight saw Roderick. Greyjoy, and it was a great feat to kill the son of Balon. Greyjoy. He raised his sword high and charged at Roderick. Greyjoy: "Greyjoy bastard! Die!"
Roderick. Greyjoy had already noticed it, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, he turned around and kicked, and struck a sword with his backhand. The knight's roar suddenly stopped, and he quickly retreated while covering his chopped arm.
Patrick. Morrison heard that cry and saw the golden sea monster emblem on Roderick's breastplate, and shouted, "That's him! Greyjoy!!"
The young knight was eager for honor and merit, and roared like a beast. Under the protection of several House Morrison knights, he rushed towards Roderick. Greyjoy desperately.
Roderick. Greyjoy is highly skilled in martial arts. He showed no fear when faced with the siege of three people. With a backhand sword, he slashed the arm of a House Morrison knight. If he had no armor, he would chop it off at the shoulder level.
He and Patrick. Morrison were fighting together. The sword blades collided and sparks flew everywhere. Roderick. Greyjoy was experienced. Every attack he made was tricky and ruthless, constantly leaving wounds of varying depths on the armor-clad Patrick. Morrison.
But Patrick. Morrison completely gave up on defense. He was young and energetic, fearless of death, and his offensive became more and more fierce.
Roderick. Greyjoy couldn't fight for a long time, and his heart became more and more irritable. It was a waste of time. If this kid didn't have armor, he would have killed him long ago. He grabbed Patrick. Morrison, a flaw in his body that was exposed due to excessive force and inertial forward movement. He took advantage of the situation and moved forward with a backhand sword, intending to cut off his head.
Patrick. Morrison's pupils shrank suddenly. He couldn't see the sword chopping off his head, but he could feel the shadow of death covering him.
At this critical moment, an arrow shot out from the shadow dozens of steps away from the side without any warning, as fast as a meteor, and accurately nailed Roderick. Greyjoy at the soft underarm where the sword-holding arm connects to the body, which is the weakest connection point of the armor.
Roderick. Greyjoy felt his right arm go numb. Severe pain instantly spread throughout his body. His strength faded away like a tide, and the long sword in his hand fell out of his hand.
He turned his head in shock and anger, and saw the instigator, Bryn, who was as tall and strong as a bear, slowly putting down the long bow in his hand. Roderick was filled with anger. Such a strong man did not seek the glory of being bloody from the front, but instead used such despicable tricks to attack!
Although Ironborn often did this kind of thing, this was the first time he was treated like this by others. When he experienced this kind of treatment personally, he wanted to say shameless, but he only had time to spit out these two words: "Shameless...
", Patrick. Morrison didn't notice the life-saving hidden arrow at all. He only saw that the enemy had somehow revealed a fatal and incomprehensible opening. The instinct of survival overwhelmed everything. He turned around and used all his strength to slash the long sword wolf in his hand towards Roderick. Greyjoy's neck.
The sword blade penetrated the neck, chopped out, and the head flew out. The space seemed to have stopped at this moment.
With the death of Roderick. Greyjoy, the surviving Ironborn fell into chaos and struggled to their death. As time went by, Ironborn's resistance became weaker and weaker. They had suffered heavy losses while rushing ashore. Now in the narrow forest area, facing the well-equipped knights waiting for work, it was almost a one-sided massacre.
Suleiman slowly walked down the cliff. The strong smell of blood on the battlefield hit his nostrils. He walked straight to the little Patrick who was panting and covered in blood.
The young knight held his sword, the adrenaline gradually receded, and the fear of almost death made him stand on the high ground, making his body shaky and almost unsteady.
Suleiman held his arm, then raised it high and used all his strength to declare to all the surviving knights and farmers watching from a distance, "Listen! Riverlands warriors!"
His voice drowned out the roar of the river.
"The bastard who killed Balon. Greyjoy, the eldest son of the false king Iron Islands, the hero of Hammer of the Kraken Roderick. Greyjoy, Patrick. Morrison!"
After a brief silence, the knights burst into loud cheers.
"Patrick!"
"Morrison!"
"Patrick. Morrison!"
Although the farmers didn't know Morrison, they knew that the murderous Ironborn leader was dead, and with the Gold Dragon they were about to obtain, they also started shouting fanatically.
"Patrick!"
"Morrison!"
"Patrick. Morrison!"
In the chaotic battlefield, no one noticed that Roderick. Greyjoy was injured by a hidden arrow. Even little Patrick himself, stimulated by adrenaline, did not notice it at all. He only remembered that the opponent showed a gap, he turned around and slashed back, and then the enemy's head flew away.
Patrick. Morrison's face turned red, not because of blood loss, but because of the unprecedented excitement. He killed a Greyjoy, and his name will be resounding Riverlands like Lord Suleiman!
The young knight knelt down on one knee and raised the bloody sword above his head. "Suleiman Lord! I dedicate this honor to you!"
Suleiman helped him up and patted his shoulder gently. The sound was not loud, but it was clearly heard in everyone's ears.
"No, this is the honor you deserve, little Patrick. Your bravery will be spread throughout Trident.
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