Capítulo 433: Chapter 433: Ambush from Behind
As the allied forces were on the brink of collapse, unable to withstand the pressure of the Dothraki onslaught.
On the battlefield outside Riverrun, a thunderous sound of iron hooves suddenly echoed from behind the Dothraki army.
Countless knights of the Vale, bearing the banner of the falcon, had somehow maneuvered behind the Dothraki and launched an ambush.
This was a tactic devised by the allies. The main force on the front line was to hold off Viserys's army, while the knights of the Vale feigned internal strife, broke away from the main camp, and circled to the rear. According to the agreed time, they calculated that Viserys would launch his attack today, and they were ready to ambush.
To make Viserys believe that there was indeed internal strife within the allied forces, the knights of the Vale, under the command of Yohn Royce, Count of Runestone, deliberately took a detour.
He led the knights of the Vale along the River Road straight to the town of Harroway's Town, ran a great distance, then made a large circle and returned, hoping to catch Viserys off guard from behind.
However, the agreed time was accurate, and the plan was perfect. Yohn Royce led the knights of the Vale, exhausted to the point of death.
But they never expected that the situation on the battlefield would not be as they imagined. Instead of being in a state of tension, it was a one-sided situation.
The Dothraki, charging repeatedly, were in and out of the allied forces' formation. The formation of the allies had been riddled with holes due to the dragon's breath and the giants' destruction.
The formation of the allied forces had been turned into a sieve, with the Dothraki reaping lives at will.
However, the arrival of the knights of the Vale still served as a shot of adrenaline, striking hard at the allied soldiers on the verge of collapse. The soldiers of the alliance began to fight back.
"Kill!"
"Kill these savages!"
"Kill the Mad King's son!"
Stannis, covered in blood, was fighting fiercely, his sword already chipped.
He stood amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, his vision even becoming somewhat blurred. The entire world was filled with a crimson color, with fire, blood, and bright curved blades...
"Roar~"
A Dothraki horseman charged at him, brandishing his arakh.
Stannis instinctively raised his long sword to block, but failed to do so, and was cut on the shoulder.
Blood gushed out from the gap in his armor. If it weren't for the armor, this blow would have cut off his left arm.
The intense pain brought Stannis abruptly back to his senses. He gasped for breath, swinging his long sword to counterattack, but was pierced in the leg by an arrow that flew in.
Puff~
Blood gushed out.
"Hmph."
Stannis let out a painful grunt, fell to his knees, and above his head, the incomprehensible Dothraki language rang out.
"This man looks like the leader of the lambs. The Khal demands that we leave them a way out."
A Dothraki spoke to the khas next to him.
The khas, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, looked coldly at Stannis, who was kneeling below, his face full of pain, and nodded slightly.
"Then spare his life."
"Take him away!"
On the battlefield shrouded in smoke, the hooves of the Dothraki trampled the surrounding land. A group of plains riders surrounded Stannis and let out a howl.
Then a rope descended from the sky, directly looped around Stannis's neck, and pulled him to the ground.
A Dothraki horseman, skilled in roping, held the hemp rope in one hand, rode his horse around Stannis, and with a slight pull, the rope around Stannis's neck suddenly tightened. He struggled desperately to break free but to no avail, his face turning red.
"Roar~"
The Dothraki horseman dragged Stannis like a wild dog, pulling him to the side to tie him up.
"Halt!"
"Release Lord Stannis!"
On the chaotic battlefield, a Storm's End soldier with a crowned stag emblem on his chest saw this scene.
He roared and drew his sword to rush over to rescue Stannis, but was blocked by a dismounted Dothraki.
The Storm's End soldier thrust his sword, but the skilled Dothraki warrior caught the blade with his elbow, then, under the incredulous gaze of the other, cut his throat with a knife.
Puff~
The body fell headlong onto the scorched earth.
And not far away.
Countless knights of the Vale suddenly appeared on the battlefield from the rear, then surged forward like a tide.
"Kill!"
Yohn Royce, the commander of the knights of the Vale, also personally joined the battle, holding his long sword, with countless knights of the Vale flanking him, charging towards the distant battlefield.
In their imagination, the Dothraki should be panicked, even fleeing in all directions, because a cavalry charge from the rear is a devastating blow to any army.
However, the Dothraki did not panic, but kept riding and howling, confusing their targets.
What met the knights of the Vale was a giant spinning axe and a dragon diving from the sky, opening its abyss-like mouth, and a dazzling red light lit up in its throat.
Yohn Royce, Count of Runestone, clad in bronze armor, watched this scene, his throat rolling slightly as he swallowed.
"Damn it!"
Then, gathering his courage, he jumped off his galloping horse just a second before the dragon's breath was released.
With a thud, he fell to the ground and rolled, almost fainting, while the sky above was lit up with a red light.
Boom~
The dragon's breath swept across the earth, directly engulfing the position where Yohn Royce should have been.
Countless knights of the Vale screamed in terror in the flames, their armor wrapped around their flesh, along with their horses, collapsed and were burned to ashes.
Clang~
A knight of the Vale clashed with a Dothraki, the arakh struck the heavy breastplate but failed to penetrate, then the knight of the Vale, wearing his family's emblem, stabbed the Dothraki under his horse.
Mag the Mighty charged into the formation of the knights of the Vale, picked up the giant axe he had just thrown, and swung it at a charging knight, splitting him and his horse in half with one blow, the scene was extremely bloody.
Roar~
Then Mag pounded his chest, bathed in the red firelight, and let out a deafening roar. The surrounding knights of the Vale were all terrified and fled in all directions.
And not far away.
Eddard Stark, Duke of Winterfell, covered in blood, was fighting fiercely with his Valyrian steel greatsword, Ice.
There were countless bodies lying around him, both allied soldiers and Dothraki.
Viserys, not far away, saw Eddard Stark, then spurred his horse to walk over here, then reined in his horse and dismounted.
"Kill!"
On the chaotic battlefield, there were fires everywhere, and shouts of killing everywhere
.
Eddard, supporting the hilt of his sword with one hand, was panting slightly. He watched the silver-haired knight dismount and walk towards him, his eyes revealing an indescribable complexity.
"Viserys..."
The air around them was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.
Thud~
The lance was stuck in the ground, Viserys walked towards Eddard with one hand on the hilt of his sword, then stopped a few meters away from the Duke of Winterfell and said.
"Surrender, Lord Stark."
"The war is over."
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