"What?"
After James finished speaking, Hake suddenly wondered if his ears had heard wrongly.
"Charge? Or Wildlings Army?"
He stared at James with wide eyes and disbelief.
"Did you make a mistake, Ser?"
The young cavalryman next to him couldn't help but persuaded, "We are here to kill Stannis, not to fight Wildlings Army."
"Yeah!"
Another cavalryman echoed, "Stannis is Lord Bolton's target. What do the wildlings have to do with us?"
"They beat theirs, and we watch ours. Isn't that nice?"
Discussions came and went.
The cavalry were talking to each other. Although they did not directly disobey orders, anyone could tell that they were extremely reluctant to James' orders.
In their opinion, this guy is simply crazy.
There are tens of thousands of savages, as well as Mammoth and giants.
Stannis's three squadrons of heavy armored cavalry can't hold on. What can these two hundred men do if they charge down?
To die?
However, amidst the opposition from everyone, Jaime just sneered disdainfully, and the arrogance and contempt unique to the Lannister family seeped out of his bones again.
"It turns out that the North are just useless cowards."
He spoke lightly.
But as soon as these words came out, Bolton Cavalry people immediately exploded.
"What the hell are you talking about, Southron!"
"Who is a coward!"
"We followed Mr. Bolton in the south and won many battles, and we never escaped from battle!"
"Fuck you! If it weren't for Master Bolton's order, I wouldn't listen to your command!"
The faces of several young cavalrymen turned red, and they all clamored to give up their job.
If James hadn't defeated Captain Hake in a one-on-three battle before and showed enough strength, someone might have drawn their swords at this moment.
Even Hake's face darkened.
He didn't speak, just stared at James, his eyes full of anger and dissatisfaction.
However, James faced everyone's hostile gaze without flinching. Not only did he not restrain himself, but he even pushed further.
"Am I wrong?"
He raised his left hand and pointed the tip of his sword at the flaming battlefield below the hill.
"Look over there!"
On the battlefield, Stannis' Stag Banners was still flying in the firelight.
Of the three flags, none fell.
The formation of the heavy armored cavalry had been smashed to pieces by Mammoth, but it did not collapse.
They formed small circular formations in groups of three and five, using spears and swords to resist the siege of the barbarians.
"Those who are like me, what you call Southron."
James's voice sounded again, every word clear and heavy. "Those people holding Stag Banner have nothing to do with you the North. They are not your allies, or even enemies!"
"But what are they doing right now?"
"They are bleeding and fighting for you the North warriors who are huddled behind the hills and waiting to pick up ready-made bargains!"
"And what about you?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly fell silent. The Bolton soldiers who were still angry before heard the shouts of killing in the distance, and actually felt a trace of guilt in their hearts.
"Enough!"
However, Hake suddenly spoke and said forcefully, "You are right, James Ser, those southerners are indeed fighting for us."
"But I didn't ask them to help. It was their own decision."
"The order I received was to kill Stannis Baratheon for Lord Bolton, and nothing else."
As he spoke, he pointed at the two hundred cavalrymen behind him. "And, when I brought these cubs out from the Dreadfort, I promised their families that I would bring them back safely!"
"Please forgive me for not being able to accept such an order."
His tone was quite decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.
"So, this is the North?"
James sneered, "I thought the North would never forget" was some great oath. Now it seems that the North is probably only greedy for life and afraid of death."
After hearing such words that hurt their self-esteem, the cavalrymen immediately stepped forward unwillingly and expressed their intention to charge with him, but they were whipped back by Hake.
"Go the hell back here, don't you want to die?"
After scolding everyone, Hake turned to look at James: "I advise you to calm down, Ser."
Seeing this, James looked around and just shook his head and stopped insisting.
"It's true that I want to kill Stannis."
He mounted his horse, raised Longsword high above his head, and shouted to the sky, "But we have to wait until we drive away those damn savages!"
"Watching others fight for you? Are you kidding me?"
"I... am Jaime fucking Lannister!"
After saying that, he clamped the horse's belly tightly without hesitation, and the war horse neighed, leaped into the air with all four hooves, and rushed towards the bottom of the hill!
The gray and white robes were flying in the night wind, and the dark palms behind him seemed to hold the entire world!
The cavalry were left alone on the ground looking at each other.
Hake stood there, staring blankly at the white figure rushing down the hill.
"Captain?"
Wol's voice came from the side. "Are we really just watching?"
"I have never been a coward in my life!"
Hake was silent for a moment and then asked, "You don't want to go back and get married?"
Wol was suddenly speechless.
Hake gritted his teeth and followed the white figure farther and farther with his eyes, finally melting into the burning battlefield.
Then, he slowly exhaled and murmured as if to comfort himself, "It doesn't matter even if the savages attack the Wall. Those guys are just hungry and come down to grab food. When they finish grabbing, they will naturally return to the north. This has been the case for thousands of years."
"Let the boy go."
"I want to see what effect he can have on the battlefield alone."
"Hmph!"
He turned around and strode towards his horse.
But at the moment he turned on his horse, Wol clearly saw Hake's hands trembling.
Is it cold?
Angry? Unwilling?
Wol didn't know, but he only felt that his chest was tight. He had never felt so depressed in his life.
On the hills, two hundred Bolton Cavalry collectively remained silent.
Only Hake touched the sword on his waist and said coldly, "Let the Lannister die."
"When he and Stannis are killed by the wildlings, we can go down and collect the bodies.
", without any hesitation, James plunged into the Wildlings Army, like a drop of water falling into the ocean.
His war horse ran rampant through the crowd, and Longsword in his hand kept slashing left and right.
A wild man rushed up with a stone axe, and James cut off half of his head with a backhand sword.
Another savage rushed from the side and stabbed his waist and abdomen with a spear.
James didn't even look back. He smashed the hilt of the sword down and knocked the tip of the spear away. He flipped his wrist and the sword blade passed through the wildling's throat.
Blood spattered on his white cloak, leaving medal-like patterns.
I have to say that his fighting power is too strong.
In the battle of Whispering Wood, in order to save the defeat, Jaime chose to go deep into thousands of enemy troops to capture Robb Stark.
Although he failed in the end, he still managed to kill three of Robb Stark's guards on his own under the siege of dozens of people before he was captured!
Those nobles who wore fine steel armor and received formal training were no match for him, let alone these savages who didn't even have armor?
Therefore, in the chaos of the battlefield, Jaime Lannister is like a lion breaking into the flock of sheep.
Wherever he went, the savages fell one after another.
But Hake is right.
Individual force cannot play any role in a war of this magnitude.
There are too many savages.
There are so many like locusts that we can never kill them all.
Often, every time you kill one, more enemies will surround you.
The savages also noticed this sudden guy, and the encirclement tightened little by little towards him.
James drove his horse to dash left and right, trying to open a gap.
When the number of enemies increased, Longsword's role began to become limited. He simply grabbed the spear from a savage and waved it with one hand to drive them away.
Even though he only had one hand, James still performed like a god of war, and he quickly made a hole!
But before he could rush out, more savages had already filled the gap.
"Fuck!"
James cursed, turned the horse's head and rushed in the other direction.
This time, he did not try to rush into the center of the battlefield, but walked along the edge, using the speed and impact of the war horse to repeatedly cut at the edge of the savage formation.
But this tactic requires space, and the Savage is constantly shrinking his range of activities.
James could feel that the distance he could sprint was getting shorter and shorter.
Every time before the war horse started to accelerate, new savages would have surged up in front of him, forcing him to turn.
If he continues like this, he will be trapped and die in the crowd sooner or later.
The savages obviously realized this too.
Although they are primitive, they are not stupid.
Since you can't beat the man on the horse, then... beat his horse!
"lvlv~~~"
The war horse let out a shrill neigh.
James looked down and saw a bone spear pierced deeply into the right hind leg of the war horse.
The horse's body lurched suddenly, almost throwing James away.
He quickly tightened the reins and tried to stabilize the horse, but then another stone ax struck the horse in the belly.
As the wounds on his body began to increase, the war horse whined repeatedly and his body gradually became weak.
"Damn it!"
Seeing this, James suddenly turned his horse's head, turned a corner in the Wildlings Army and rushed outward.
Fortunately, his combat power was astonishing, and he killed all the enemies in front of him.
The war horse dragged its injured leg and staggered out of the savage encirclement.
James loosened the reins and gently stroked the horse's neck with his left hand.
"Well done."
The war horse snorted, as if in response.
After running for about a hundred steps, I finally couldn't hold on any longer, and my front legs gave out and I fell to my knees.
James, who was well prepared, turned over and dismounted without being thrown down. When he turned around, the horse fell to the ground and spurted blood from its mouth and nose. It was obvious that it was hopeless.
Jaime knelt down, patted its mane, then stood up again, holding the spear in his left hand.
He raised his head and saw an army of savages in front of him like a tide.
In front of them were tens of thousands of people.
And he, there is only one.
But James did not choose to escape. Instead, he slowly exhaled, put the spear under his right arm and clamped it tightly, and drew the sword again with his left hand.
One man, one gun, pointing at tens of thousands of savages.
Charge!
The gray and white robes fluttered in the night wind, and the green eyes reflected the firelight and the ferocious faces of the savages.
Close.
Closer...
However, facing tens of thousands of enemies, the corners of James' mouth slowly curved upward, revealing a smile.
"If that guy Corleone were here, he would definitely call me a fool."
He thought this, but the smile on his lips became a little deeper, and he even quickened his pace.
The tip of the gun shone coldly in the firelight.
Suddenly, he vaguely heard a voice.
"Get out of the way! You idiot!"
James paused, and his first reaction was that he was hallucinating.
Rumble~~~Rumble~~~~
However, as the ground beneath his feet began to shake, he immediately reacted.
No... not an illusion!
Before James could turn his head, countless cavalry galloped past!
"Stay out of the way, Lannister!"
They howled and shouted as they passed by him one by one, and the snow foam raised by their horses' hooves covered James' face.
James stood there blankly, with black horses and armor everywhere he looked. In the middle of the team, a Flayed Man flag was flying in the night sky!
It's Bolton!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Another cavalryman held his spear high and roared past him with a war cry unique to the the North people.
"Kill these bastards!!"
"For the North!"
"For Bolton!"
"For my fiancée!!!"
Two hundred House Bolton cavalry roared in, overflowing across the snowfield and crushing towards the savage army.
There are spears like a forest, and war horses like a tide.
Flayed Man flag looks extremely bloody in the firelight, making these people look like evil ghosts rushing out of hell!
James stood in the snow, watching this scene, and for a moment he forgot to take steps.
They... actually came!
"What are you doing standing still, Lannister?"
A voice sounded from the side.
James turned his head.
I saw Hake riding a horse, looking down at him.
In those gray eyes, there was no fear and caution as before, instead there was an almost bloodthirsty light.
As if to declare that he is not some softie, but the real deal...the Dreadfort Flayed Man!
"What? Are your legs weak?"
"Where was that desperate energy just now?"
Hake grinned, showing a set of burnt-yellow teeth.
James smiled and simply threw away his spear and stretched out his right hand. Hake grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto the horse.
The war horse snorted and paved the snow with its front hooves, eager to try.
"Sit still, Lannister!" Hake didn't look back.
"I don't care if you fall."
James snorted coldly, "Anyway, I only have one hand, and it's all up to you if I fall."
"Fuck you!"
"Fuck you!"
The two said in unison and laughed at the same time.
"I'm Hake·Fuck·Bolton. You bastards should all be skinned and hanged on top of the Wall!"
Hake looked up to the sky and roared like James just now, and then rushed towards the savage army with his horse under his belly.
James was sitting on the horse, with the cold wind whistling past his ears, but his eyes were fixed on the center of the battlefield, with three sides Stag Banners, and he didn't know when only two sides were left.
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