The Mountain of Ice and Fire

The brothers Uk Eymyk, Tormund Eymyk, and Dagun Eymyk were exceptionally brave and possessed immense strength. Strictly speaking, they were also the grandsons of Asha Greyjoy. However, these three fierce generals, undefeated in countless naval battles, found themselves on land, attempting to intercept rapidly charging cavalry for the first time. Only Uk had the chance to exchange a few blows with the enemy, while the other two absolute powerhouses didn't even touch the enemy before being killed by whistling javelins.

The power of a javelin was far greater than that of an arrow. A single, well-aimed javelin could end their lives.

Infantry rushing out to intercept charging cavalry was like using a pane of glass to stop an iron hammer. When the hammer struck, the glass shattered into fragments, scattering in all directions.

Euron and dozens of generals, along with tens of thousands of infantry warriors, watched in stunned silence. The power of the Clegane cavalry charge delivered a lesson that everyone would remember for the rest of their lives.

A thousand riders were like a dragon, and in an instant, they had crushed the six thousand infantry who had charged out. No matter how brave the Ironborn and pirates were, without tightly layered shield defenses, foolishly rushing out in a disorganized manner to intercept such a swift cavalry charge was simply overestimating their capabilities.

Javelins rained down, and the infantry fell one after another.

The routed infantry turned and fled back to their own lines.

This was a fatal mistake.

Their own soldiers fleeing back to the main formation were bound to disrupt their own ranks, causing chaos.

Joys, who had already steered back onto a normal course, saw the opportunity. He raised his spear and shouted, "Charge!" He saw Euron's banner: a golden kraken on a black field.

The officers and soldiers all knew that Joys Follard had lost control.

He had disobeyed the Mountain's orders!

The Mountain had strictly ordered that the cavalry use flanking tactics, staying behind the enemy and following them, harassing and attacking them until the main Clegane force engaged. The tactics that the Mountain, from Earth civilization, had devised for Joys and Jekko Rock were 'hit-and-run': retreat when the enemy chases, harass when they don't, and follow when they march.

However, Joys saw a golden opportunity in the battle.

Several thousand enemy infantry were collapsing and fleeing back to their lines, making it the perfect moment to pursue and kill.

He charged forward alone on his horse, whistling. His packhorses immediately followed closely, carrying bundles upon bundles of javelins on their backs.

The soldiers hesitated slightly. The Mountain's orders were absolute! They were no longer recruits; discipline had been drilled into their blood by the Mountain's instructors. For a soldier, discipline came first.

Orders were like mountains!

However, Joys Follard had already charged forward, continuously throwing javelins, one for each enemy, each throw lethal. In an instant, Joys plunged into the ranks of the fleeing soldiers, wielding his spear and reaping enemy lives at will.

The bloodthirsty and warlike nature of the Claw Isle warriors was ignited. These thousand riders were like a thousand wild beasts.

The formation turned to the right, shouting as they relentlessly pursued and slaughtered the routed soldiers.

Euron, standing on his carriage, saw everything clearly. He ordered the rear guard's left flank to turn left and press forward, completing the encirclement of this arrogant cavalry force.

Bessy Follard, Joys Follard's captain of the guard, was very calm. He saw that the enemy's rear guard and front guard banners were both moving and beginning an arc-shaped encirclement. Although the distance was considerable, if they charged into the center of the enemy formation, the entire force would be in danger, perhaps annihilated.

Bessy Follard kicked his warhorse hard and caught up with Joys Follard: "My lord, we cannot charge into the center of the enemy formation. We will be surrounded by the enemy's front and rear guards."

Joys Follard's blood was surging, and he could no longer listen to any advice. He glared and roared, "Brothers of the Claw, break through the enemy formation and join up with the right flank! I will take full responsibility for violating orders."

The messengers were all brothers of the Follard family, young men, each with surging blood. The orders instantly spread throughout the army. The other two leading commanders of the army, Thoros Qoherys and Symeon Lythos, heard that Joys would take full responsibility for violating orders, and their hearts burned with passion. They immediately threw the Mountain's military discipline to the back of their minds.

Thoros Qoherys roared, "Brothers, break through the enemy's center!"

"Hoo!" The warriors roared together, their voices mingling with the sound of horses' hooves, and the murderous aura soared to the sky.

Symeon Lythos roared, "Brothers, break through the enemy's center! Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!" The thousand riders shouted, javelins whistling, and the enemy fell one after another.

The perfect 'hit-and-run' tactic that the Mountain had formulated in advance based on the cavalry's absolute crushing speed was completely disrupted by the young leader Joys Follard.

Euron shouted, "Hold! Hold!" He drew his battleaxe and pointed it at the fiercely charging enemy cavalry.

Of the six thousand soldiers who had rushed out to intercept, those who were not killed, trampled to death, fell down, or injured and unable to walk, frantically fled back to their own lines.

However, on the plains, cavalry pursuing and killing infantry was like swinging an axe to chop radishes, one at a time. The Ironborn warriors and pirate soldiers were like human-shaped watermelons, chopped down haphazardly by heavy axes, spears, longswords, iron hammers, javelins, and more. A thousand men and a thousand horses, along with a thousand packhorses, were like an unmatched sharp knife, plunging into Euron's center formation along with the soldiers who had fled back to their lines.

The center formation, disrupted by its own soldiers fleeing back to the main formation, was like a lump of paste. Javelins rained down, hooves thundered, and the leading cavalry was only stopped when they reached the banner of the center formation, and their speed slowed down.

Euron, wielding his battleaxe, jumped off his carriage to fight personally. Wherever he went, the soldiers cleared a path. Dozens of generals followed Euron, all on foot, to meet the enemy cavalry that was about to charge to his carriage.

Joys Follard had been struck by several swords, and his warhorse had also suffered multiple injuries, but he saw Euron, eager to gain merit, and determined to kill Euron. He reined in his warhorse and threw several javelins in succession, all of which were blocked by soldiers Euron grabbed as human shields.

"Kill Euron!" Joys Follard shouted, wielding the spear in his hand and charging towards Euron. The guards of the Follard clan followed closely, battleaxes, iron hammers, and spears raining down from above, desperately hacking. The Ironborn and pirates could not stop them and retreated one after another.

However, there were too many enemies, and the formation was too thick. Euron and his bodyguards were not ordinary soldiers. The other soldiers fled, but Euron and his generals led their guards to meet them.

Edric Harloi was a member of the Harloi family. He was an Ironborn reaver. He and 'Virgin' Urek were Euron's personal guards, skilled in the finger dance.

Seeing Joys charging towards Euron, unstoppable, and seeing the soldiers who stepped forward to block him being killed by Joys and his guards, Edric secretly drew a short throwing axe.

The advantage of cavalry lies in speed, long-range javelins, and fierce, unstoppable impact. When the cavalry broke through half of Euron's formation wall, their speed had slowed down, and javelins could no longer be used. The enemy was right in front of them, and they had no time to retrieve javelins. The cavalrymen directly used their close combat weapons—

—As long as the cavalry's speed slows down, the impact of the warhorses will quickly weaken… and the Ironborn's finger dance can be used very conveniently at close range. Their short throwing axes are all at their waists, and it is very convenient to take them down, much faster than the cavalrymen who go to another packhorse to get javelins.

At the kingsmoot, Edric and 'Virgin' Urek played the finger dance game. One of Edric's fingers was cut off by Urek's spinning throwing axe, but it did not affect him throwing the axe.

A black shadow flashed, and Edric's throwing axe flew out, hitting Joys Follard's face squarely. With a loud bang, a deep axe mark was cut into the mask on Joys's face. Joys, who had been staring at Euron, was caught off guard and fell off his horse.

Bessy Follard was shocked. The guards of the Follard clan shouted, and everyone desperately rushed forward to snatch the fallen Joys Follard.

Euron had arrived, and his heavy axe fiercely chopped at Joys's head. Suddenly, a huge force came from the side, knocking Euron away and causing him to fall. It was the guard 'Virgin' Urek.

Urek let out a scream as half of his face was bitten off by Joys's warhorse. He took Joys' horse's attack in order to save his king.

The cavalry's warhorses, well-trained, are the cavalry's best comrades and tacit partners in life and death. Anyone who ignores the warhorse's attack power will suffer greatly and lose their lives at any time.

Clang!

There was another loud bang, and Bessy's face was also hit by a flying axe. The mask was almost cut open, and the strong impact made him dizzy, and he fell off his horse with a puff.

Swish swish swish!

Black shadows flashed, and flying axes chopped at the cavalry, and the cavalry rushing forward fell off their horses one after another.

At long range, javelins are a sure kill, and flying axes have no use. But once close, flying axes exert a terrifying attack and lethality.

Joys remounted his horse with the desperate protection of his guards. Euron and others were fought back by the desperate Follard clan guards.

Although Joys's mask blocked the flying axe, the impact force also seriously injured his face. And Captain of the Guard Bessy was surrounded and killed by several generals in order to save him. Bessy's helmet had been flattened by a heavy axe, and his entire head was blown apart.

Joys Follard remounted his horse and looked around. The enemy's infantry had completed a three-sided encirclement. The cavalry was rapidly decreasing, and the warhorses were also falling one after another. All three sides were thick walls of infantry. If you broke through one layer, there were two more layers; if you broke through two layers, there were four more layers; if you broke through four layers, there were eight more layers.

Wherever the Claw Isle cavalry went, it was a living hell. Ironborn and pirate soldiers fell one after another, but there were too many Ironborn and pirates, densely packed, layer upon layer. And Euron personally went into battle, boosting morale. The Ironborn and pirates left behind a large number of corpses, and blood dyed the earth red. However, the Ironborn and pirates, like the Claw Isle warriors, fought side by side under the orders of their leaders, fighting to the death without retreating.

The melee began, with cavalry among the enemy and enemies among the cavalry. Flying axes were becoming less and less, and everyone was trapped in close combat.

Joys Follard shouted, "Thoros Qoherys, lead the brothers to retreat."

The enemy's three-sided encirclement, the rear side was sparsely populated and could be easily broken through.

There was no response from Thoros Qoherys.

Joys Follard's heart turned cold: "Lord Symeon Lythos, lead the brothers to retreat."

There was no response from Symeon Lythos!

Everywhere was shouting, everywhere was a surge of people, everywhere was fighting. The cavalry was trapped in a bitter battle, and the battle lines extended from the edge to the very center of the formation, with people fighting in melee everywhere.

Everyone was fighting on their own!

The entire cavalry force was scattered, becoming many small legions fighting on their own.

Joys Follard could no longer gather the army. He decided to die here, and he rejected the guards' suggestion to break out! In fact, as long as he turned around and charged at the rear defense line, there was still a chance at this time.

"Brothers, cut down the enemy banner," Joys Follard roared, pushing open his mask. Around him, there were still two hundred-man teams. Euron retreated to the right flank under the protection of his generals. In the previous desperate battle between the guards of both sides, Joys lost most of his guards, lost Captain of the Guard Bessy, and Euron also lost several generals and dozens of guards. Both Edric and Virgin Urek died in battle. Euron himself was also injured, and his vest was hit by Joys's sworn follower, Barry Follard, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

The Ironborn leaders and pirate leaders forcibly took Euron away in the melee!

This kind of melee is the most deadly!

It is impossible to say where a spear or an axe suddenly flew from, and a person would be seriously injured or die.

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Joys Follard pushed away the iron mask, which was very dangerous, because as long as a flying axe came over and hit his face, it could kill him.

After Joys's mask was hit by Edric's flying axe, the mask blocked the blade of the axe, but his face was seriously injured due to the force of the impact. Wearing the mask again made it difficult to breathe and his vision was also unclear. With the determination to die, Joys simply pushed open the iron mask, and his spear stabbed like raindrops, using speed to defeat slowness, and length to defeat shortness, and charged towards Euron's carriage banner.

Ironborn and pirate warriors came to intercept one after another, and all were stabbed down by Joys's spear. With the determination to die, his courage doubled, and his strength also doubled, and suddenly no one could stop him. Behind him, more than a hundred cavalrymen followed him closely, and everyone fought to the death together.

Suddenly, the enemy's right flank was in chaos, and a force of people roared and charged over. The leader of this fresh force was Jekko Rock, who had a military whistle in his mouth, and issued a sharp whistle to command the warriors. Wherever he went, the enemy retreated like waves.

Jekko Rock's thousand cavalrymen were newborns, and under his leadership, they charged in a wedge formation, which was completely different from Joys's temporary free-charge formation.

The most elite warriors were concentrated at the tip of the wedge formation, and inserted into the enemy's formation in a triangular formation. Only the warriors on the edge of the cavalry could fight the enemy, and the warriors in the middle were all maintaining their strength. Once the warriors on the outside were knocked down, the cavalry in the second row would immediately fill their positions. People and horses could die in battle, but the wedge formation would not be disrupted.

The wedge formation is the best cavalry formation for charging. As long as the tip of the wedge in the front is not blocked, the formation behind it will be like the blade of a knife, quickly piercing into the enemy's formation.

For Euron's army, the charge launched by Jekko Rock made them even more unstoppable. The infantry, which did not have a tight formation, could not resist the charge of the experienced wedge-formation cavalry.