章節 60: Distraction
"Ye' ready, lad?" Greatjon asked, gripping his longsword in one hand, he looked to Hallis Mollen. Behind them, the full army that Hallis had gathered prepared themselves, most hidden away in the forests. The sun was setting so the full total of their numbers was hidden which worked to their advantage.
And as the rebel army moved towards them, the cavalrymen taking the lead as they galloped forwards, the infantry and even archers following a little further behind, Greatjon roared. It pierced through the silent night and was echoed by the cheers of men behind him.
Birds scattered in fright and as the cavalrymen charged forwards towards them, spearmen rushing forwards.
There was a clash as the cavalry smashed into them.
Dozens died on both sides, some being trampled under horses or cut down by the knights. Others were flipped off their impaled horses and crushed under them, others stabbed by spears and knocked off their horses. And from the tree lines, hundreds of men rushed forwards and into the bloody clash that had erupted.
It was a brutal fight that despite being outnumbered, showed that the Greatjon and his forces had the upper hand. But the infantry closed in behind them, growing ever closer as they did.
"Now, sound the horn!" Greatjon shouted, swinging his sword around and cutting deep into a horse killing it. Its rider fell and Lord Umber followed it up with a thrust that pierced through his heart. "Now, lad!"
Hallis pulled the horn from his hip and raised it to his lips.
Taking a deep breath, he released all his air creating a dull sound of winter to fill the air. And as the infantry closed in, suddenly near two thousand men turned, drawing their weapons on former comrades and cutting through them.
Each of these was Smallfolk that had answered the Bolton's call to arms. And each of them had been met by men loyal to the Starks in Hallis' force. The plan was almost suicidal in its efforts, but they had rallied to Greatjons call.
All around the fields outside Winterfell, a large battle erupted. Thousands fought and casualties were rising. The snowy fields turning red with blood and the sound of clashing steel and cries of dying men.
But as the battle continued, growing bloodier and bloodier, Greatjon noticed the gates of Winterfell opening. Hundreds of men each carrying the flag of House Bolton rode out on horseback. And as they did, the Greatjon felt a smirk coming onto his face. 'Perfect. Now it's all up to ye, squid.'
In the treeline, Theon and a small group of a dozen men quickly rush, ensuring to keep to the shadows of the trees as they do. Greatjon and his men had already engaged the bulk of the rebel army. The Smallfolk had turned on the Dustin men at arms resulting in a large battle outside the walls of Winterfell.
And just like Theon saw this is an opportunity, Ramsey did as well.
He, taking a large portion of the Bolton men at arms exited and went to join the battle. Theon seeing this, led his men round to the west of Winterfell where the Godswood was situated. There, they quickly rushed across the gap between the tree line and to the walls. Most of the garrison still inside had moved towards the south wall where the battle was taking place.
Plastering his back against the wall, Theon waited for a moment just to make sure they hadn't been seen before using grappling hooks to scale the wall. They scrambled up it, they couldn't afford to be slow.
Even with the Smallfolk helping Greatjon, they were still outnumbered over two to one. And over fifteen hundreds of their soldiers had the bare minimum of training.
The chances of victory were slim.
The chances of defeat were high.
For them, speed was the key. They needed to get in and out with Catelyn, Bran and Rickon before Bolton's and Dustin's returned.
Climbing over the wall, Theon and his men crouched down on the battlements to make sure they hadn't been spotted. After making sure they were in the clear, they jumped down into the moat and swam across to the second wall.
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