The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Chapter 430: Pursuing Tywin (Seeking Subscriptions with 10,000+ Words!)

(Bonus chapter 1 for the Guardian reward from [Sending Children Ahong], thank you)

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Addam Sharp—the eldest son and heir of House Sharp, a great house of the Westerlands whose family motto was forcibly taken by the Mountain, Gregor Clegane; the eldest son and heir of House Sharp of the Silver Hill mountains behind Clegane's new lands; the one whom Jeyne's father, Lord Gawen, once proposed to on Silver Hill, hoping to marry Jeyne to Addam, only to be flatly rejected by Lord Sharp—he rushed forward and grabbed Duke Tywin's horse's reins: "Lord Hand, back to the Red Keep!"

This was too terrifying. The arrows of the barbarian tribe were like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, all those struck falling to the ground, be they man or horse. The Duke's elite heavy cavalry were actually being shot down by the arrows of light infantry in the streets.

The captain of the guard, Wallace Lannister, rode his horse in front of the Duke, quickly followed by a line of Clegane's sworn riders. These riders were all branches or distant relatives of the Lannister family, and had once been cavalry under the Mountain.

Captain Wallace Lannister's voice was distorted: "Dark magic of the Cragclaw Point barbarians, Lord Hand, back to the Red Keep!"

"Poison arrows!" Tywin finally reacted from his disbelief—his cavalry should have been carrying out a one-sided charge and massacre, against mere barbarian infantry—as soon as he spoke, he regained his composure, as if the shock just now had never existed. "These are poison arrows brewed by the warriors of the Cragclaw Point tribes. Barbarian soldiers, so evil!"

It was said that they boiled poisonous snakes, poisonous insects, and poisonous weeds together like soup, and then threw iron arrowheads into the pot to boil. This was a basic skill that all Cragclaw Point tribal warriors knew. Some poison arrows even had specific antidotes.

It was also said that the elders, monks, priests, or doctors of each tribe were all experts in making, using, and detoxifying poisons. They had very special and mysterious methods for raising evil poisonous insects. Although they were scorned by the nobles outside as barbarians, the most rumored to be skilled in using and detoxifying poisons were their blood witches.

When the generals, knights, and cavalry of the Westerlands heard that they were poison arrows, although they knew that the reason their comrades were falling and dying was not dark magic, they were still shocked. Even the Duke's cavalry, who were fearless in the face of death, felt fear.

These poison arrows, so evil!

The generals all urged the Duke together, and Duke Tywin shouted: "Shield defense!"

Without his order, the cavalry had already taken up their shields. Those with bows and arrows took out their bows and arrows to suppress the constantly approaching barbarian warriors. Several spears were thrown out, with astonishing momentum, forcing back the approaching barbarian soldiers.

The barbarians' Dororo Dororo Dororo shouts also made people feel an evil aura soaring to the sky!

On the hills, the Mountain came howling with the Clegane army. One step of his was like several steps of others. Once he broke into a mad dash, his momentum was like a galloping horse. He quickly ran to the front, and the distance between him and his team grew further and further. The generals were shocked and ran wildly, fearing that their lord might be lost alone.

"Tywin Lannister!" The Mountain's roar was like a thunderclap, as if the entire half of the city was trembling.

On the other side, Earl Tybolt Crakehall was leading three thousand Westerlands troops, shouting from the eastern streets, to flank the Cragclaw Point barbarians.

City street fighting was mainly infantry!

The Cragclaw Point warriors were immediately attacked from both sides, but the psychological shock of the poison arrows was too great. Although an encirclement was formed on both sides, no one dared to approach.

Warriors in the Seven Kingdoms rarely used swords and arrows poisoned with venom. Only 'Stranger's assassins' were good at using poison—but Cragclaw Point had always been an independent kingdom, with high mountains, dense forests, and many swamps, with many poisonous insects, poisonous fog, and poisonous beasts. The tribes were backward and primitive, and making such 'ferocious and vicious' arrows that damaged a warrior's honor was just a way of life for them.

"Go to the city walls and deploy longbowmen!" Duke Tywin ordered.

He sent out four legions, two to attack the Dragon Gate, and two to attack the Mountain's northern route, all flanking attacks. He also launched flanking attacks on the Mountain's southern route. The tactics were perfect and flawless. The only mistake was underestimating the Mountain's brutality and inferiority—actually allowing barbarians to use such vicious poison arrows, completely disregarding the honor of nobles and the glory of warriors.

This also damaged the knightly spirit!

"Lord Hand, I'll go and deploy the longbowmen, but you should leave!" House Sharp had a blood feud with the Mountain. His seventh brother had captured Julie Clegane to be amused in the mine, but was scared to death by the Mountain. Addam hated the Mountain to death and immediately led his family's cavalry away. He also needed people to protect him.

"If I leave, the morale of the army will collapse!" Tywin thought to himself, his face like iron, but he was also wise, knowing that life was only for him once. "Wallace Lannister, you stay and hold the street, I'll go and deploy troops!"

Boom!

The generals immediately reined in their horses and made way, well-trained, leaving a passage in the middle. Duke Tywin rode through, and the generals followed closely, surrounding him as he retreated.

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The Mountain really came too fast. His soldiers were still halfway up the mountain, and he had already arrived at the foot of the mountain. Suddenly, a roar came from the alley next to him, a red shadow flashed, and Red Smoke arrived.

When the Mountain roared Tywin Lannister from the top of the mountain, half the city heard it. His mount also heard it. Red Smoke had long been impatient with being ridden by other bastards. It immediately threw off its rider and, like a wisp of smoke, instantly left the Clegane cavalry far behind.

Red Smoke quickly rushed into the Dragon Gate. The guarding soldiers all knew that this was the Mountain's mount, and no one dared to stop it. Even if they wanted to stop it, they couldn't. The city streets in the early morning were deserted because of the army's battle. Red Smoke galloped like flying. The Mountain had just rushed from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and it came following the sound...

One man and one beast were in perfect harmony!

The Mountain jumped onto his mount and shouted loudly. The Cragclaw Point tribal warriors all made way. They regarded Red Smoke as a divine beast. At first sight, they were all excited, and their fighting spirit surged. At this time, most of the warriors' arrows were exhausted, and they drew out their scimitars and went their separate ways to meet the enemy.

The Mountain was as tall as a giant, and Red Smoke was also a horse's body taller than the most powerful warhorse, exceptionally handsome, with pure fur, as bright as the morning glow. As it galloped, its hooves thundered and the streets shook.

Amidst the shouts and followings of the peninsula tribal warriors, one man and one beast flew across the long street, a red shadow flashed, and they pounced on Wallace Lannister at the head of the street.

"Get out of the way, or die!" The Mountain roared, like a spring thunder exploding on the street. Ice, his greatsword, formed a sword flower, the sword light flickering. The morning sun shone on the long street of King's Landing, and Ice reflected the sunlight, flashing silver light like autumn water.

Wallace Lannister's blood was boiling. Knowing that he was no match, he could not retreat. He shouted loudly, waved his long sword, and came to fight the Mountain. A sword light seemed to come from the sky, invincible. He ducked his head to avoid it and thrust out his long sword. The Mountain's wrist sank slightly, and Ice was cut from his shoulder, cutting Wallace Lannister, along with his neck and half of his shoulder, into two pieces. Wallace's sword, thrust out with all his strength, was still a single-handed sword's distance away from the Mountain's body.

The Valyrian Ice was too sharp, the Mountain's strength was too strong, and Red Smoke's speed was too fast. In just one collision, in one face-to-face encounter, the brave Captain Wallace Lannister was cut into two pieces...

The Mountain reined in Red Smoke, pushed up his mask, and faced his former cavalry brothers: "Get out of the way, or die!"

The answer to the Mountain was that the cavalry of Casterly Rock formed a line on the street under the command of five centurions, all raising their spears, the tips pointing forward, aiming at the Mountain.

A total of more than a dozen rows of cavalry! All the cavalry were ready to die!

However, the warhorses under their crotches had already begun to feel uneasy... The closer Red Smoke got, the more uneasy the warhorses became. Some of the warhorses' eyes already showed fear...

The Mountain kicked his legs, Red Smoke roared, lowered his head and rushed forward, the cavalry spears lowered one after another, waiting for Red Smoke to fly and hit the tips of the spears.

Suddenly, Red Smoke approached, and the breath it spewed out caused the warhorses under their crotches to stand up. The first row of cavalry fell off their horses, and the warhorses of the second row of cavalry turned and fled, and the cavalry formation was in chaos.

Red Smoke crashed into the formation, the unicorn picked up a warhorse and rushed forward, like a red iron hammer smashing a piece of glass in the middle. The cavalry spear formation collapsed, and the Mountain was as steady as Mount Tai on Red Smoke's back. Ice was chopping left and right, and every time the sword light passed, whether it was a person or a horse, it was cut into two pieces...

The bloody smell suddenly choked in the air, people shouted and horses neighed, blood splashed, and broken limbs waved... In just a few heartbeats, Red Smoke forcibly broke through the formation, and one man and one beast killed through the cavalry formation, leaving behind a mess. Red Smoke lowered its head and threw off the warhorse corpse hanging on its unicorn, which was its horse meat shield. It stood upright and raised its hooves and neighed... Invincible...

In front, on the left and right, dozens of warhorses fleeing in panic heard Red Smoke's roar, and without their masters' whips, they suddenly exerted their strength, and their speed suddenly became faster, fleeing for their lives!

The peninsula warriors who followed closely behind the Mountain were fighting fiercely, chasing and killing the cavalry who were fleeing into the streets and alleys, and making up for those warhorses and cavalry who were not completely dead...

Blood stained the streets red!

There were several shocking scratches on the Mountain's armor, and a spear was stabbed into his right calf. The armor protected him and was not penetrated!

He clamped his legs, and Red Smoke ran like flying. The surrounding buildings shot backward like arrows. The warhorses running away in front scattered, and when they saw the streets and alleys, they scrambled into them to hide, and their masters could not control the warhorses...

In an instant, Red Smoke swept across the long street and rushed onto King's Road. In front, Tywin's team was running back to the Red Keep...

The Mountain was alone, and Red Smoke was too fast. The sound of hooves was as dense as rain, running with the momentum of thousands of troops and horses.

A cavalry spear team of the Duke reined in their horses and turned around to fight the Mountain. The Mountain was too lazy to talk nonsense, and Red Smoke rushed up, as fast as red smoke. The other party's short knives stabbed into the warhorse's body at the same time. The warhorse was in pain and suppressed its fear of Red Smoke, and rushed over madly. The spears were raised one after another, and they stabbed at the Mountain's chest.

The Mountain did not block, and was too lazy to wave his sword to cut off the barrel of the gun, although it was as easy as cutting paper with Ice...

Crack crack crack!

Several spears suddenly hit the Mountain's chest, and the Mountain's forward speed did not decrease. The spears broke apart with a bang, and wood chips flew everywhere. Shocking gun marks appeared on the Mountain's chest armor, and it was unknown whether he was injured or not. The sword light flashed, swept across the void, and drew a beautiful semi-circular arc. Several heads flew up, and before the heads landed, Red Smoke had already swept past...

Bang!

With a loud noise, the warhorse in the middle of the second row was hit by Red Smoke's lowered head, and flew backwards with a bang. The cavalry on the horse fell backwards, and the Mountain raised Ice in the air—Red Smoke's speed caught up—and split the person into two pieces. When the cavalry warriors on both sides reacted, the Mountain had already circled his sword, and cut horizontally at the waist, ignoring the stabbing of the spears on the left and right, and rushed past the obstruction of the third row.

The speed was too fast, and several spears left long scratches on the armor on both sides of his waist!

Overwhelming! Unstoppable! Those who blocked were defeated!

Tywin turned his head in a hurry, and the Mountain flew in the air like a god, right behind him.

"Kill the mount, kill the Mountain's mount first!" Tywin shouted.

Boom!

Half of the body of a rear guard general flew over and smashed into Tywin's team, which became smaller and smaller as it ran forward. The bloody smell and Red Smoke's aura instantly collapsed the warhorses. At the critical moment of life and death, the warhorses were smarter than humans. Regardless of the scolding of the stupid humans, they decided to take charge of their own destiny and scattered in a crash... Many warhorses rushed into the streets and alleys... It was as if there were invisible whips in the sky desperately whipping them.

If there were stupid masters who insisted on fighting, the wise warhorses chose to revolt, directly throwing their masters to the ground. Some warhorses even stepped on them, obviously kicking a man when he's down, shamelessly losing their kindness...

Several knights came to kill the Mountain, and several gunmen came to stab the Mountain's Red Smoke. They rushed over with the belief that they would die, although the warhorses walked awkwardly, desperately stiffening their necks and refusing to approach Red Smoke...

The Mountain chopped down with his long sword, cutting off several spears on the right, like a sharp blade cutting off a vegetable head. Several knights on the left rushed up with their swords, and Red Smoke kicked the chest of the knight in the front, the armor dented and shattered, and the knight spurted blood and crashed out, blocking the three knights behind him.

The Mountain kicked his left leg, Red Smoke turned left, and the Mountain's Ice cut horizontally, the sword light swept out in a fan shape, cutting several knights in half at the waist... Then he touched his right leg, Red Smoke turned right, dodged a spear thrust, and punched a spearman in the chest with his left hand...

Swish swish swish!

More than a dozen spears were thrown over, and the Mountain's sword light circled, and the spears broke one after another.

Swish swish swish!

Another round of spears was thrown over!

If they couldn't fight at close range, they would shoot from a distance!

This tactic worked!

This was the tactic commanded by Tywin. Although there were not many people around him, there were still more than a hundred knights and cavalry.

The Mountain himself didn't care, with three layers of armor protection, but Red Smoke didn't wear heavy armor. Its wildness hadn't been completely eliminated, and it refused to wear heavy armor, because it would be very uncomfortable and not free.

The Mountain cherished his mount, waved his long sword, and the sword light was airtight, twisting off the spears one after another.

Pfft!

A spear that was deliberately lowered leaked past the sword light and inserted into Red Smoke's girth position, and Red Smoke roared and trembled slightly.

The Mountain felt a pain in his heart!

Red Smoke was injured.

He broke the barrel of the gun with his left hand, not daring to pull out the gun head.

More and more javelins were shot densely, and the Mountain could have jumped over and chopped open the enemy, but if he jumped, he couldn't protect the horse and the man, and if he protected the man, he couldn't protect the horse.

Tywin's tactics were effective, but there were a limited number of spears.

However, the sound of horses' hooves sounded from the front, back, left, and right. The scattered knights and cavalrymen controlled the frightened warhorses and were returning, hunting down the Mountain!

Swish!

An arrow flew from behind, not shooting the Mountain, but only shooting the mount.

Red Smoke was shot in the hip!

The Mountain had three layers of protection: heavy armor, chainmail, and leather, while the Red Viper, not yet accustomed to wearing heavy armor, had no protection on his body.

Tywin was right in front of him, and on all sides, the Mountain was surrounded.

Ahead, another row of javelins; behind, several more arrows.

No one dared approach the Mountain, and no horse dared approach the Red Viper, but long-range attacks, aimed at the Red Viper, were the Mountain's weakness.

Pfft!

Another arrow struck the Red Viper's withers, lodging in at an angle, not deeply, but the situation was not good.

The Mountain roared, and the Red Viper roared at the same time. The Red Viper charged forward, Ice's light flashed, guarding the Red Viper as it charged forward.

Pfft pfft pfft!

Several spears struck the Mountain's shoulders, chest, helmet, and waist, falling off without penetrating. But one spear, thrown by Ser Garth Greenfield, also a fierce general of the Westerlands with amazing arm strength, pierced through the armor and lodged in the Mountain's left arm.

With a spear in his left arm, the Mountain slammed into the front ranks of cavalry, causing them to collapse. Ice slashed wildly, the light of the blade spinning and dancing like snow, unstoppable, limbs flying, blood spurting, rising and falling, like a scene from hell.

A flash of fear crossed Tywin's eyes, and he turned to flee again.

Now, he had only twenty or so riders around him.

And behind him, someone kept firing cold arrows from a distance, and the Red Viper's hips, waist, tail, and hind legs were struck by three more arrows!

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves exploded behind him. The Mountain turned back, and a banner appeared above a row of low rooftops, flying towards them. It was the Red Viper and Ice's battle flag.

In the blink of an eye, a general leaped out on horseback, firing arrows in rapid succession, each one hitting its mark, shooting down the riders who were firing cold arrows at the Red Viper—it was Anguy the archer, with Sandor Clegane on his left, Polliver the artist on his right, and Sweet Rafford slightly behind. They were all covered in blood. Half of Sweet Rafford's helmet was gone, and several arrows were stuck in his body armor, but he smiled, unconcerned... Clearly, a fierce battle had taken place at the Dragon Gate... and the Mountain's Four Kings had won!

The Mountain's spirits lifted. He pulled out the spear from his left arm, squeezed his legs, and the Red Viper darted forward like a shadow...

Ahead, Tywin was shouting, "Open the city gate!"

Swish!

The spear in the Mountain's hand flew out, pfft, hitting Ser Garth Greenfield in the back, the spearhead protruding a long way from his chest, the tip piercing into the warhorse's mane...

As Ser Garth Greenfield fell, the Red Viper arrived behind Tywin. The Mountain swung his greatsword horizontally, hacking wildly, pieces of armor-clad bodies flying up, blood spurting like a torrential rain. The last few riders abandoned the Duke and fled diagonally.

The Mountain squeezed his legs, the Red Viper charged forward, catching up with Duke Tywin's warhorse. The Mountain reached out his left hand, grabbed the Duke's cloak, lifted him gently, and pulled Duke Tywin off his horse, tucking him under his blood-soaked left ribs—at some point, during the solo charge and melee, the Mountain's left ribs had been struck twice by a longsword, opening a gash, breaking through the armor, chainmail, and leather, leaving a long wound...

The sound of horses' hooves thundered behind him. Anguy Clegane, Polliver Clegane, Sandor Clegane and Rafford Clegane led the Clegane cavalry in a roaring charge...

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Clang clang clang!

The Red Keep's bronze gates opened, and Mace Tyrell and Randyll Tarly led their troops out. The Kingsguard surrounded the Queen Mother and the King. Ser Loras Tyrell, Balon Swann and other members of the Kingsguard glared at the Mountain. Queen Cersei shouted, "The Mountain, release the Hand of the King."

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