The knight who was hit by the ax in the chest was still lying on the ground struggling, but Petyr's guards reacted very quickly. They all drew their swords and stood between him and Sansa, all pointing at the lone black-armored knight at the entrance of the valley.
I thought it was the opponent's reinforcements arriving, but cold sweat broke out on Petyr's back.
But after waiting for a while, no other Black Hand Mafia knights were seen.
What comes is just a horse, a person, and a hammer.
"That's it?"
He adjusted his collar and regained his composure.
"Kill him."
More than ten guards moved in response.
They were well-trained and did not rush forward in a swarm, but quickly spread out into three rows. The first three raised their shields and pressed forward. The five in the middle followed closely behind with their swords drawn out of their sheaths. The last row held hand crossbows and throwing axes to respond at any time.
Such a formation is enough to show how elite they are, not to mention that there is only one person on the opposite side.
What kind of waves can a mere knight make?
The first guard has already rushed to the black-armored knight's horse.
He held up a shield with his left hand to protect his upper body, and the long sword in his right hand thrust out from under the shield.
The shield was made of fine oak wood and covered with iron, and was strong enough to withstand even the full force of a two-handed giant sword.
However, facing the charge of more than a dozen knights, the black-armored knight just silently raised his warhammer, and then... smashed it down!
Bang!
The shield exploded directly!
Not only that, the hammer's power continued unabated, and it even broke the left arm holding the shield into two pieces, revealing the stark white bones, as if there was no resistance at all!
The knight couldn't even cry out in pain, so he was knocked off his horse!
Before the enemy could react, the black-armored knight used the remaining force of the first hammer to twist his waist, and the hammer swept towards the other person, hitting the chest plate hard.
The man immediately jumped into the air and crashed into the mountain wall. He stayed there for half a second before sliding down, leaving a dark red wet mark on the rock!
The knights were immediately stunned.
Two times.
Break the shield with one blow.
One blow... shattered the armor!
"Spread out! Spread out!!!"
The captain of the guard was obviously very experienced, and immediately gave orders loudly after the initial panic.
After all, everyone knows that if you don't confront heavy weapons head-on, you are courting death!
Of course, except twenty years ago, a certain House Targaryen prince who fed the fish in Red Fork.
The guards quickly opened their distance and formed a loose semicircle, surrounding the black-armored knight in the center.
The man on the front raised his shield and feinted to attract attention. The two wings looked for opportunities to circle to the side. The crossbowmen in the back row again pulled the string and aimed at the mount of the black-armored knight.
For knights covered in armor, unprotected horses have always been the primary target.
Phew~~~
Sure enough, a crossbow arrow shot from the side and pierced directly into the horse's shoulder blade.
In pain, the horses neighed and stood up, kicking their front hooves in the air without any control.
The black-armored knight had no choice but to turn over and fall off his horse. The moment his left foot hit the ground, the ground sank slightly, and six guards rushed up at the same time!
"Siege! Siege!"
Six shields were arranged side by side to form an iron wall, with spears protruding from the gaps in the shields, and the crossbowman hiding in the back row to rewind the bow.
Obviously, they planned to confine the black-armored knight within the shield wall, making it impossible to snatch his war hammer.
Faced with such a tactic, the black-armored knight did not choose to retreat. Instead, he took a step forward and aimed his war hammer at one of the men's waist.
Eighty!!!
The hammer fell, and the shield shattered without any surprise.
The guard was sent flying in all directions, knocking over his companion who was outflanking him on the left!
At the same time, the two guards on the right took advantage of his lack of strength and drew their swords at the same time.
In the crisis, the black-armored knight did not withdraw his hammer, but used the weighted ball at the end of the hammer handle to hit the first guard on the right in the face.
Immediately afterwards, the hammer handle swept forward and hit the calves of three guards who rushed up side by side. The three of them fell down together!
From then on, only one of the six shield-bearers remained!
At this time, less than ten breaths had passed since the guards launched their charge!
The remaining guard seemed to have fallen into fear and even forgot to raise his shield.
However, the black-armored knight didn't hesitate at all, and just continued to raise the hammer above his head, and then.
Bang!!!
The head exploded like a watermelon, and red and white things splashed on the black armor.
Such an astonishing fighting power shocked everyone present, even Petyr·Baelish's eyes widened.
This fucking... is a human???
It's not that he has never participated in a battle. After all, he was the one who dared to challenge Bran den·Stark in a duel. Although he was knocked down in the first round...
But that's just due to physical and talent reasons, Petyr is not a fighting novice!
Moreover, his bodyguards are all Vale serious knights, the best among the best!
But the more this happens, the more frightened they become!
As we all know, the hammer was originally designed to be anti-armor.
Although plate armor can block the slashing of a sword, it cannot block the impact. When you hit the opponent's breastplate with a hammer with all your strength, even if the armor is not broken, the internal organs and bones inside cannot withstand it.
Therefore, the sword's cutting requires a delicate blade angle, but the hammer does not. You just have to hit it roundly. As long as you hit it, no matter how bad the angle is, the force will be transmitted to the opponent firmly.
This is why knights all know that in battle, they cannot confront enemies with hammers head-on.
But this does not mean that the hammer is invincible.
Greater power means greater weight, and weight brings slower speed and greater physical exertion, so it places extremely high demands on the user.
The user must not only have absolute strength, but also must have extremely strong core strength and coordination, otherwise he will not be able to control the weapon at all.
Generally speaking, the physical exertion of swinging a five-pound sword is not the same as swinging a ten-pound hammer.
Even for experts who use hammers, their shoulders and waist will start to feel sore after they can't swing it more than ten times on the battlefield.
But...
Petyr Looking at the black-armored knight who wasn't even breathing quickly, he felt a feeling of jealousy in his heart.
What the hell kind of physical fitness is this?
How can any normal person swing such a heavy war hammer as easily as a long sword?
The hammer that other people play with only weighs about ten pounds, but the thing in this guy's hand weighs at least twenty pounds. An ordinary strong man may not be able to lift his hands above his head, but he dances like a tiger with one hand!
Bah!
Abnormal!
"What the hell is he...
, a knight murmured, with uncontrollable fear in his voice.
Petyr heard it, but did not yell out loud.
Because he was also scared.
Fortunately, just as the black-armored knight stepped forward, a rough howling suddenly came from the woods!
Immediately afterwards, more than a hundred Mountain Clans Warrior poured out of the woods and quickly surrounded the black-armored knight, apparently chasing him from the valley just now.
Seeing this, Petyr let out a long breath and found that his back was soaked.
He quickly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and straightened his back again.
"It's just the right time."
He nodded to the clan leader and ordered, "Kill this guy, and I will pay you three times the reward and food you promised!"
As soon as these words came out, the clan leader's eyes suddenly lit up and he directly ordered the Warriors to join the battlefield.
But unlike the knights, these guys fight in a very primitive way, with almost no formations, no coordination, and even no unified attack direction.
They just swarmed up from all directions, and spears and stone axes fell like raindrops on the black-armored knights.
The black-armored knight struck with a horizontal hammer, directly breaking three spear shafts that were stabbed at the same time.
But the fourth spear came from the left, and the tip of the spear penetrated his left shoulder armor.
The knight didn't seem to notice the pain at all, and the hammer swept back, smashing the attacker's head and leather helmet together.
Brains and bone fragments were splashed on his faceplate, and he didn't even bother to wipe it away. He turned around and used another hammer to drive back the enemy approaching from the front.
The powerful combat effectiveness was once again revealed, but this time there were too many enemies.
The knights are still on the outside, at least seven or eight of them are still able to fight. They and the clan Warrior have formed a two-layer siege.
What's even more ridiculous is that the people at the back didn't know what was going on, and just pushed the people in front mechanically like NPCs to rush forward. The clan Warrior in the front row knew that they would die if they rushed forward, but the push behind them made them unable to stop at all.
Under such a human sea tactic, no matter how powerful the black-armored knight is, it is impossible to defeat one against a hundred.
In the chaos, a stone ax hit the knight's back armor, and then a flying ax was embedded in the right shoulder.
Without saying a word, he pulled out the ax with his backhand and threw it back with blood, knocking over a clan member Warrior who was charging forward with a spear.
The battle was still going on, but there seemed to be an endless supply of enemies, and no matter how exhausted his physical strength was, he couldn't withstand the exertion. Seven or eight people rushed at him at the same time, using spears and stone axes to support the handle of his hammer. The black-armored knight could no longer hold up and knelt down on one knee.
He struggled to stand up, but the weight on him was too great, so heavy that he couldn't even lift the war hammer that never stopped!
Moreover, the number of enemies pressing on him is still increasing!
New wounds continued to appear on his body, and he could not hear his own breathing. Blood poured into his ear canals, turning all sounds into a vague hum, and his consciousness seemed to be gradually becoming blurred.
Since that day, he has lost the ability to speak, and he lives in confusion and regret all day long.
The godfather did not blame himself.
But he could see the disappointment in his eyes.
He raised his head and looked past the layers of enemies to the red-haired Maiden in the distance.
Cannot withdraw.
The godfather said that he should protect her.
Protect Sansa.
This is his only mission.
Can't let him... disappoint anymore!!!
"Waaaagh!!!"
The chaotic thoughts in my mind gradually condensed into a clear idea.
The mission of the Godfather must be completed!
Bang... bang bang...
Suddenly, Gendry's heart began to beat crazily. It was like a furnace gate that had been closed for a long time was knocked open from the inside. Hot blood flowed along the blood vessels to the limbs!
Starting from the center of the hammer head, a golden-red pattern spreads along the metal surface, like red-hot iron bars inscribing runes on the dull war hammer!
The clan Warrior who were pressing on him were the first to hear the heartbeat. They were uncultured and had no idea what it meant. 0
But that didn't stop them from seeing... light!
Boom!!!
A circle of scorching air waves visible to the naked eye exploded in all directions with him as the center, causing gravel to fly and dust to fly.
Everyone in the valley closed their eyes involuntarily.
The seven or eight closest clans Warrior didn't even have time to fly out, and lost consciousness the moment the fire wave exploded.
The enemies further away were thrown to the ground by the impact, and the knights who had maintained the remaining encirclement were also staggered back by the shock wave. They raised their shields to protect their faces. The leather lining on the shields was licked by the heat wave and hissed.
At the far end, those clans Warrior who had not had time to rush out of the woods dropped their weapons and turned around and ran away, shouting a few words in mountain dialect that no one could understand, but all the words had the same meaning.
Devil.
Monster.
Run!
After about ten breaths, the fire gradually subsided.
The black-armored knight held the handle of the war hammer with both hands and kept kneeling on one knee.
There was no longer flames spurting out from the gaps in the armor, and the light under the visor also dimmed little by little.
He could no longer stand up.
But his eyes were still looking in the direction of Sansa through the gap in his visor.
Petyr's face was extremely pale.
He has seen Wildfire.
On the night of Battle of the Blackwater Rush, he stood on the city wall of Red Keep and watched with his own eyes the green flames swallowed up the fleet of Stannis.
But a human being bursts out with such power without any basis.
This is not scientific!
He took a deep breath and forced himself to take his eyes away from the black-armored knight and put them on the battlefield.
Mountain Clans is still there. Although the blow just now scared away a small number of people, there are at least a hundred people who have not thrown away their weapons standing outside, staring at the black-armored knight in horror.
The guards are still there, and although their expressions are equally horrified, they have not broken down yet.
Enough.
Because he discovered that the black-armored knight was completely exhausted.
However, just when he was about to order Gendry to be killed, a deep and powerful horn sound rolled in from the direction of the entrance to the valley, and Petyr suddenly turned his head.
At the entrance of the valley, countless black war horses poured out like a tide, and black-handed flags sounded in the mountain wind.
At the front, Randyll·Tarly led the way. The family heirloom Valyrian steel sword "Heartsbane" glowed with a cold luster in the sun. Petyr·Baelish's face turned pale again. He turned back to look at Sansa not far away, and understood everything in an instant.
"Are you cheating on me?"
Hearing this, Sansa just smiled slightly, and the sun fell on her long maroon hair, which looked so natural and beautiful.
"Chaos is not just a staircase, Lord Petyr.
"Maybe it's still... the abyss!"
As the black-armored knights arrived, they started charging without any nonsense.
Nearly a hundred fully armored heavy cavalry faced off against a hundred Mountain Clans who had no armor, no discipline, or even decent weapons.
There is really no suspense about the outcome.
Such a battle can be won even if Emperor Joffrey leads the team, let alone the most outstanding commander Westeros.
More than a hundred black-armored knights crashed into the crowd of clan Warrior like a black torrent, barely encountering any decent resistance.
Iron armor versus leather clothing, steel sword versus stone axe, well-trained war horse versus a bunch of scattered infantry.
This is not a fight at all.
This is massacre.
Randyll·Tarly slashed down with one sword. Warrior, the clan that rushed at the front, didn't even have time to react, and was cut into two pieces by "Heartsbane" with his weapon.
The edge of Valyrian steel is clearly displayed at this moment.
The other knights followed closely behind, stabbing with spears, trampling with horse hooves, and screams one after another.
Clan Warrior fled in all directions, but there were steep stone walls on both sides of the valley, and the entrance was blocked by black-armored knights, leaving them with nowhere to escape.
Half an hour later, the valley fell into silence.
There were corpses all over the ground.
The bald man is already hovering high in the sky, ready for a feast at any time.
Randyll·Tarly turned over and dismounted, put "Heartsbane" into its sheath, and looked across the battlefield with an extremely gloomy expression.
His deputy galloped from behind the team on horseback, and the expression on his face also did not look like that of a winner.
"Tarly-sama."
The deputy lowered his voice and said solemnly, "We have found no trace of Mrs. Petyr·Baelish and Sansa."
"Several prisoners said that when the cavalry rushed in, they saw Petyr running to the other end of the valley with a few personal guards."
"Someone saw them going in the direction of the Eyrie, and... Mrs. Sansa was also forcibly taken away by them."
Hearing this, Randyll·Tarly tightened his fingers on the hilt of the sword, turned to the mouth of the valley, and looked through the layers of mountain walls towards the white castle standing on Giant's Lance.
"Return to the Eyrie."
"If Petyr·Baelish doesn't want to surrender... we'll fight in!"