In the camp.
Roose Bolton's face was ashen, he knew that he had failed.
There are now a total of more than 3,500 people in the military camp: 500 elite cavalry, 2,000 Bolton infantry recruited from nearby the Dreadfort, and more than a thousand people from other the North families.
The first to lose their will to fight were the thousand people from the other the North families.
They had just experienced the disastrous defeat of War of the Five Kings, and their morale was not high. If they had not been recruited by Roose Bolton, they would have become rogue bandits long ago.
Then, led by them, some of Bolton's recruits also knelt on the ground. These recruits were about a thousand people, and they were young men recruited by Roose Bolton from the fief before the war.
They don't have a strong sense of belonging to the Dreadfort, and they have a grudge against Roose Bolton's rebellion against House Stark. In the eyes of these honest people, Stark has been the the North boss for thousands of years, which is orthodoxy.
Only the fifteen hundred elite Boltons, five hundred cavalry and one thousand light armored infantry stationed at the Dreadfort did not kneel down with the masses.
A Bolton general hurried to Roose Bolton's side, "Your Majesty, what should we do next?"
Roose Bolton said with a livid face, "Let the cavalry line up outside the camp immediately and launch a charge! Otherwise, if we delay any longer, these ignorant fools may rebel."
"Yes!"
General Burton quickly went down to deliver the order.
As the most mobile unit, the cavalry assembled very quickly. Under the leadership of several Bolton generals, five hundred cavalry quickly formed an array outside the camp.
"Rush!"
General Bolton and the cavalry raised their spears and rushed towards the throne of Ice in the distance.
On the throne.
Gary silently walked to the edge of the high platform and looked at the five hundred cavalry charging towards him without changing his expression.
If all 3,500 Bolton coalition forces charge, then the Mana his body can carry is limited, and he really cannot handle so many people.
But now there are only 500 cavalry, and Gary still has a plan in mind and can deal with it calmly.
These cavalrymen are the elite of House Bolton. Facing the god-like Gary, they are still unafraid and charge to the death.
Five hundred war horses galloped across the ice field, their heavy hoofs trampling the ice along the way. Their momentum was like a rainbow and they were unstoppable.
Gary watched them approaching slowly and stamped his feet slightly.
"Bang!"
Countless ice spikes suddenly burst out in front of the high platform, forming a barrier made of ice and snow.
Several generals leading the charge in front of the array saw this and immediately reacted. "Avoid the ice spikes and quickly divert the traffic to the east and west directions!"
Unfortunately, they were too close to the ice spike, and before the order to change direction was conveyed, the cavalry had already hit the ice spike.
"Bang! Boom! Boom..."
For a moment, broken ice spikes and red blood flew freely.
The horses and cavalry were very fast. The moment they hit the ice spikes, they were torn apart by the sharp ice spikes.
Many ice spikes were also broken during the impact, but Gary quickly repaired them with Magic, continuously generating new ice spikes.
The severed remains of humans and war horses were piled up in front of the ice spikes, preventing them from advancing even half a step.
In less than five minutes, thousands of ice spikes were dyed red, and only over a hundred of the five hundred Bolton cavalry who originally charged survived.
They were at the back of the team and had enough reaction time to successfully stagger the ice spurs and get behind Gary.
Gary didn't look back, as if he hadn't seen it, his eyes were full of contempt.
He stamped his foot again, and the two ice knight statues collapsed.
The ice statue broke into countless ice cubes and fell tilted towards the rear of Gary. These ice cubes were very large. If any cavalry was hit by the falling ice cubes, they would definitely die.
The more than 100 cavalrymen who had survived were frightened to death when faced with the spectacle that was like a landslide.
They almost disbanded on the spot and went in different directions to escape for their lives.
However, there were too many ice blocks and the impact was too wide. No one of more than a hundred knights escaped and they were all buried here.
After clearing all the cavalry, Gary used Magic to lay out an ice and snow step, and walked down the high platform leisurely.
He looked at Roose Bolton in the distance, made a gesture of wiping his neck, then pulled out the Falling Plum from his waist and rushed towards Bolton's barracks.
In the camp.
The opponent's charge alone could make more than 3,000 Bolton soldiers feel heart-breaking fear.
Roose Bolton was finally scared, and he said unwillingly, "Why? With such a miracle, is he really a god?"
No! Can't give in!
He killed Robb·Stark with his own hands, and Luke·Stark would not let him go.
Roose Bolton has only two ways, either win or die.
He returned to his military tent and made some preparations.
Ten minutes later, Roose Bolton, wearing a helmet, reappeared in front of everyone. He mounted his horse, summoned all Bolton infantry, and launched a charge with him.
The only ones who really followed him out of the camp were the thousand elite infantrymen of House Bolton.
The remaining two thousand people had already laid down their weapons and did not dare to confront Gary again.
Gary is not afraid of danger. As long as Falling Plum is in hand, he has the confidence to kill Roose Bolton before exhaustion and break through the encirclement.
In this way, a battle between one person and a thousand Bolton troops is about to begin...
"Roar!"
A Dragon with a black body and red wings flew over everyone's heads. It circled in a circle and finally landed next to Gary.
Drogon tilted his head curiously, as if asking, "What are you doing? Why are you hiding in an iron suit? Who are those people? Can you eat them?"
When Gary saw the return of Drogon, he immediately stopped charging. He pointed at Roose Bolton and a thousand Boltons walking, used High Valyrian, and roared, "Dragonfire!"
Drogon heard Gary's command, and immediately took off, came to the sky above Bolton's army, and sprayed a stream of hot Flame downwards.
Flame sprayed into the middle of the army. Nearly fifty soldiers were instantly incinerated by the high temperature, and a hundred infantrymen suffered varying degrees of burns.
Roose Bolton, who was at the front, escaped, but he behaved in a panic and quickly ordered a retreat.
Gary has been staring at him, and he has already condensed a set of ice bows and arrows in his hands, aiming at Roose Bolton who is on the horse.
"Whoops!"
There was a harsh sound of breaking through the air, and the ice arrow shot straight through Roose Bolton's helmet. Red and white things splashed out, directly hitting his head.
Roose·Boton staggered and fell down.
The remaining Bolton army was sprayed several times with Dragonfire by Drogon, causing heavy casualties.
Roose A general under Bolton's command was quite courageous. He stood up at this moment and led the army to flee in the direction of the White Knife River to the east.
Drogon still wanted to pursue, but was stopped by Gary.
The chief culprit Roose Bolton has been eliminated, and the remnants of Bolton's army are no longer relevant.
When Gary and Drogon arrived at the camp, he was going to recruit more than two thousand people and make them the garrison force of Winterfell.
Two thousand troops swore allegiance to House Stark, and then began to bury corpses inside and outside the city to avoid the plague.
Roose Bolton's body was carried out by Gary alone. He wanted to hang the body on the top of the city to warn other the North princes.
However, when he opened the helmet of Roose Bolton's body, he found that it was a young face of only about 20 years old.
This is not Roose Bolton!
Gary couldn't help but recall the courageous General Bolton, and suddenly understood everything. He was extremely annoyed and blamed himself. "The golden cicada escaped from its shell? It's really yours, Roose Bolton!"
To the east of Winterfell, on the bank of the White Knife River.
Roose·Boton, leading five hundred wounded soldiers, wanted to cross the river and go north, returning to the Dreadfort.
The Dreadfort also has hundreds of his troops left behind, totaling a thousand people. With these one thousand people, he can defend the Dreadfort and wait for reinforcements from Lannister to arrive.
There happened to be a few big boats by the river, he could snatch them...
Roose·Boton climbed over the hill and looked around. There were only a few large ships on the riverside, but it was clearly filled with a large, dense mass of dozens of sailboats.
"It's the flag of House Manderly, too bad!"
He immediately hid down the mountain, "It seems that we can only continue to take a detour."
At this moment, a well-equipped cavalry suddenly appeared and surrounded Roose Bolton and his remaining troops.
The leading general rode up to Roose Bolton, lifted up his visor, and said with a mocking smile, "Isn't this Bolton Earl? Why are you so embarrassed?"
Roose Bolton's face darkened, "Manderly's lackey, are you worthy of talking to me?"
The general put away his smile and said, "Boton Earl also came to Winterfell to meet the new king? Then let's go together. I believe that His Majesty Luke will be very willing to see you."