Hong Kong Variety Show: I can travel through the magical world

"Brother!"

When Rosen and the other two returned to Winterfell, Robb was already waiting at the gate.

After several months, Sansa and Arya saw their brother again and rushed to him with tears in their eyes.

"Father was captured by them. My sister and I managed to escape with the help of Instructor Rosen.

You must avenge us!"

Sansa felt that she finally had someone to back her up.

Because Rosen's attitude towards her was completely different from his attitude towards his sister Arya.

He treated her as if she were just an acquaintance.

He treated Arya as if she were a friend, or even a relative.

"I will definitely take revenge. When you were on the road, you may have been too isolated from the news. In fact, the new king Joffrey has sentenced our father to treason and was beheaded in public.

My father is dead. I will fight back to King's Landing to bring back my father's body, and put Joffrey, the little lunatic, back into his mother's belly!"

"Fuck it!"

The nobles of all sizes in the North spoke beautiful words.

"In fact, I have already assembled the army. The reason why I haven't set out yet is because I haven't received any news from you.

Now that you are back, I have no worries. Tomorrow the army will march south and enter King's Landing!"

"Fuck it!" The nobles began to fully demonstrate the beauty of their language again.

"I want to go to the battlefield too!" Arya gestured with her pistol and looked at her eldest brother Robb with a firm look.

"No, you stay at home and accompany your mother."

As an eldest brother, this request will definitely be rejected directly.

There is no reason to send a 10-year-old girl to the battlefield.

"I have killed at least 50 people along the way. Don't treat me like a child anymore!"

Arya was very dissatisfied.

She also wanted to avenge her father.

She even wanted to lead the army into King's Landing and chop off the head of the little madman Joffrey.

"Really?"

Robb looked at Sansa next to him and asked.

"It's true. Although Arya is young and small, she is indeed very powerful. She is the only one among us who has truly received the true teachings of Instructor Rosen.

Now she has entered the dark power.

Golden Cloak is not her opponent."

Sansa is very envious of her sister.

Her talent in martial arts is really too high.

When she escaped from her father's mansion, her sister killed Golden Cloak.

On the way back, Instructor Rosen also deliberately trained her sister, and almost never took action.

Enemies were killed by her sister, indeed there were more than 50 of them.

In her eyes, her sister's strength was stronger than that of ordinary excellent knights.

The most regrettable thing was that she had no talent for martial arts. She had not even started to learn boxing formally, and was still squatting.

"I didn't expect that you were so powerful. Okay, I approve you to go to the battlefield, but there is a prerequisite, that is, you can convince Instructor Rosen to go to the battlefield, and you have to stay by his side, otherwise it won't work. I don't want my mother to be sad again."

Robb set a prerequisite.

He knew how powerful Rosen was.

This kind of person on the battlefield, even if facing thousands of troops, can at least kill a gap and escape.

With him by her sister's side, Arya's life safety can be guaranteed.

"Don't worry, Master loves me very much and will definitely agree."

Arya came to Rosen's side.

"Master, please help me. I want to avenge my father."

"Actually, even if you don't tell me, I also want to go to the battlefield. I have never fought a large-scale war before."

After two days of preparation, and having prepared for a month before, Robb also raised an army of 30,000 people.

There are no mercenaries in this army.

They are all real knights trained by various nobles.

At the same time, there are 50,000 logistics troops behind them.

In fact, the pressure on the North is still very high.

Because the 30,000-man army is already their entire army.

Their total population is only about one million, which is equivalent to one professional soldier for every 30 people.

In the North with barren land and cold climate, this pressure is not small.

If they lose.

Then the entire North, other small nobles can surrender, and the Stark family, as the Grand Duke, must be exterminated.

The 80,000-man army marched south. When passing through the riverland, the Tully family brought 1Ten thousand people, all warriors.

Then they continued to move south with the soldiers.

Rosen and Arya were assigned to the Guards.

After walking for a while, they began to divide the troops again.

Robb led 10,000 soldiers, without a single logistics soldier, and marched quickly to Riverrun.

His uncle, Brandon Tully, led the rest of the people and slowly rushed to the Green Fork River.

Because they got the news that Jaime Lannister brought a large army to control Riverrun and cut off their retreat.

This is not okay.

Once Riverrun is broken, if they lose, they can't escape.

As members of the Guards, Rosen and Arya naturally followed Robb.

The two sides met outside the Whispering Wood next to Riverrun.

Everyone's strength is about the same, all 10,000 people.

As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they are particularly jealous.

There is no long-winded talk at all, just rush up and do it.

Rosen rode his tall horse, which made him stand out. He was a whole body taller than others.

The shoulder height of an average person's warhorse is about 1.5 meters.

Rosen's warhorse was two meters tall, and he was nearly 1.9 meters tall, very tall.

Being conspicuous on the battlefield is not a good thing, because you will be besieged.

More than a dozen people rushed towards him.

The big gun in Rosen's hand was 3.5 meters long, and the gun barrel was a hollow steel pipe with a cork stick stuffed inside.

It weighed 180 kilograms.

It was like a meat grinder when it was wielded on the battlefield.

The warhorse under him was 4-in-1 and had great power.

Once running, the warhorse weighed 2,100 kilograms, and Rosen's weapons and armor plus his own 500 kilograms.

It weighed a total of 2,600 kilograms, and then charged at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour.

No one could stop it at all.

Sometimes he could pierce three or five people with one shot, and then waved it in his hand like a large candied haws.

Rosen's performance was too eye-catching.

If this continued, the morale of the soldiers would be greatly affected.

So James turned his horse's head and rushed towards Rosen, holding the lance in his right hand and holding it with his arm, with a small round shield on his left forearm and holding the reins.

Rosen naturally found him.