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#251 - Chapter 25: Red Wedding (Part 9)

Nevertheless, the Northern army barely managed to rally and hastily engaged in battle, but due to their poor condition and lack of preparation, they were clearly at a disadvantage.

However, just as the battle seemed to favor the Frey family, a large group of Northern soldiers clad in fur cloaks charged in like a whirlwind. They bore the striking Flayed Man sigil on their chests, their imposing presence inspiring dread. Originally thinking this was the arrival of long-awaited reinforcements, the Stark soldiers couldn't help but cheer. But before they could celebrate, harsh reality struck them a heavy blow – these so-called "allies" who had once fought alongside them actually raised their sharp swords without hesitation and pounced on their own men. Many Stark soldiers were killed defenselessly, their blood staining the cold earth red.

Some dying soldiers cursed in agony: "You Northern traitors! How dare you violate guest right(guest right: the rules of hospitality), the gods will forever curse and spurn you!" Their voices were full of anger and despair, as if to pour their last bit of strength into this dying words.

The Flayed Men unit led by Roose Bolton rushed across the battlefield like a pack of ferocious wolves, ruthlessly taking lives. The Stark soldiers' lines, which they had struggled to assemble, instantly crumbled under their fierce assault. Facing the combined attack from the Frey and Bolton forces, the Stark army began to retreat again and again, defenseless.

Roose Bolton's face was as gloomy as the bottom of a pot; he had just fled from the castle in a disheveled state. Originally, he was determined to lead his men back to the lord's hall to rescue his trapped son, but the castle was full of Frey family guards, and he was completely unable to mobilize them, so he had to leave the city to find his troops.

However, just as he arrived at the Bolton army camp, the Frey army suddenly launched an attack. In desperation, Lord Roose could only temporarily put aside his anxiety and cooperate with the allied forces to launch an offensive. And the outcome of this decision was as he expected. The Stark army was obviously unprepared for the Frey army's sudden attack, and suffered heavy losses in the sudden attack. Immediately afterwards, the Flayed Men unit stabbed the Stark army hard in the back, causing their already fragile front to completely collapse, and the soldiers could only fall into a state of fighting on their own and being isolated and helpless.

The combined forces numbered more than four thousand, and they heavily surrounded the Stark army of only two thousand and more than eight hundred Tully troops. From the current situation, the outcome has been decided, the result of this battle is beyond doubt, the enemy's defeat is a foregone conclusion, and the final victory of our side is only a matter of time.

If cavalry reinforcements were to arrive at this time and cooperate in the battle, then this battle would end quickly, and the number of casualties on our side could also be greatly reduced. At this moment, a trace of doubt suddenly flashed in Roose Bolton's mind, and he immediately turned his head to look at the Northern Garon army cavalry camp – the place that should have launched the attack first. However, a piercing cold wind howled past, and the distance was still as dark as ink, and not even a trace of fire could be seen.

This is really strange! According to common sense, it is impossible to be so quiet. He clearly remembered that the cavalry camp was no more than half a league away from here, and even if it was excusable not to hear the shouts of killing during the fierce battle, it would be absolutely problematic if he couldn't even see a little light.

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About an hour ago, five hundred Bolton cavalrymen and more than eight hundred Frey cavalrymen successfully joined forces. Balton Bolton was Lord Roose's cousin and one of the few members of the Bolton family. In this battle, Ser Orland Ball-Hill did his best to assist Balton Bolton in commanding the Bolton family's cavalry. The more than eight hundred cavalrymen sent by the Frey family were led by Jace Lynn Frey. They skillfully avoided the main camp, where revelry was still in full swing.

The hooves of the warhorses were tightly wrapped in thick linen to reduce noise. They cautiously approached the cavalry camp located in the river bend. This place was slightly higher in elevation, and from their position, they could hardly see the specific situation inside the camp, and could only vaguely hear the noise of the crowd and the conversation of the few guards at the camp gate.

Several leaders discussed the next course of action in hushed tones. Coren Frey suggested: "How should we proceed? Should we wait a little longer? Or should I take some people over to investigate the situation first?"

Balton Bolton resolutely opposed: "We have gone through all kinds of hardships to get here. With so many people and horses hiding here, every minute of delay will increase the risk of exposure. Moreover, people may be able to endure it, but warhorses may be difficult to control." He knew that time was tight and there could be no hesitation.

Jace Lynn Frey asked with a solemn expression: "Can you be sure that the fodder has been eaten by their horses?"

Elwin Frey replied without hesitation: "My father personally supervised the pouring of the fodder into the troughs before leaving, so it should be foolproof."

Jace Lynn Frey took a deep breath and made a firm decision with a determined look: "Pass on my order, everyone immediately mount their horses and prepare to charge. Do not give the enemy the slightest chance to breathe, and be sure to defeat them in one fell swoop!"

With his order, the allied cavalrymen jumped on their horses one after another, and the sound of hooves gradually increased from slow to fast. At this moment, the guards at the camp gate seemed to have noticed something, and shouted in panic, turning around and running towards the camp.

"Kill!" Jace Lynn's eyes widened, and he let out a roar, pointing his tightly clenched long sword forward, his voice resounding through the clouds. At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to be shocked by his aura. In an instant, all the cavalrymen shouted in unison in response: "Kill~!"

Accompanied by the deafening shouts of killing, countless iron cavalry rushed out like arrows from a bow, their speed as fast as lightning, rushing straight towards the enemy camp with an overwhelming and unstoppable momentum. The seemingly indestructible fence was now as fragile as paper, completely unable to resist the advance of these brave and fearless warriors. The cavalrymen in the front row easily jumped over it, while the rear ranks were even more decisive, directly riding their horses through the fence, rampaging all the way, leaving a scene of chaos wherever they went.

However, at this moment, Jace Lynn suddenly noticed something strange. According to common sense, even if the other party was a disorganized rabble, they should have reacted at this moment, let alone an elite cavalry unit.

But strangely, they didn't see a single person along the way. Just as he was about to give the order to stop the army from advancing, the unexpected happened – the cavalrymen who were wantonly trampling on the tents fell to the ground one after another, men and horses together. It's a horse trap(horse trap: a pit or ditch designed to trap horses)!"