Quanyou: I loaded the Demon Hunter system

Chapter 254
Clay, who had just finished charging for a while, was soaked in blood, and stationed his horse on the plain on the west side of the battlefield.

This time, he didn't have an advantage in terrain, so he couldn't see the whole picture of the battlefield intuitively at the first time.

But with his keen sense of the battlefield, Clay realized that the people in the river might be in trouble.

"Master Clay, Sir Brynden doesn't seem to have rushed out, what's going on?"

On the one hand, he had just carried two swords with the Kunen Seal, but was still cut by the Valley man on his left arm. At the moment, he was gritting his teeth and breathing in the cold air to bandage himself.

After the demon hunter has been mutated, the speed of cell regeneration is correspondingly increased. This kind of minor injury can be healed after the battle.

"It's true that they're in trouble, but we can't help them right now."

Clay's tone was cold.

From the perspective of God, it is easy to understand the logic behind what Clay said.

Cavalry attack, except in rare cases, they will charge the opponent with one charge.

Basically, it is multi-echelon, repeatedly attacking until the opponent is completely scattered.

Therefore, on Clay's side, the original plan was that after the main force on his side charged, the north and south sides would continue to charge.

The width of the battlefield is sufficient, and there are only 2000 soldiers from the North and South armies, which is enough to fit them.

But who knows, among the chaotic army, the leader in the south got the wrong direction.

They were stuck in the formation, plus the remaining 1000 remnants of the original Valley people.

If Clay rushed in again, it would be completely blocked.

The kind that is useless to find the traffic police uncle!
Therefore, at this time, only by hardening one's heart and letting the Hejian people who are stuck inside rush out, can the main force on one's side be activated again.

"Quick, turn around, we won't rush this time, go west!"

With the dull sound of the blade piercing the flesh, Sir Brynden Tully chopped down a Vale soldier with his sword, his gray hair was covered in blood.

As a veteran on the battlefield, he immediately realized the seriousness of the matter when he found that his army was forced to stop.

In close combat, especially this kind of immediate slashing, the Hejian people are obviously at a disadvantage compared to the Valley people.

As far as he could see, many Hejian soldiers had their throats slit by the Valley people looking for an opportunity.

All of a sudden, the battlefield was filled with the cold light reflected from the waving of the sword.

The clinking sound was mixed with human screams of pain.

Sir Brynden wanted to strangle the commander of the Vance family right now, but unfortunately, he couldn't find him.

In desperation, Sir Brynden could only let his own soldiers wave his flag vigorously, leading his troops to turn around.

They rushed in from the north, and it was impossible to go left or east at this time.

Therefore, they can only go to the right and break out from the west side where there are relatively few people.

But losing the speed of the horse, which was easy, has become extremely difficult now.

They are all experts in horse fighting. After the people in the valley discovered that the people in the river were in a mess, they immediately broke out with stronger attack power than before.

Although the number of people in Hejian is superior, the combat power of individual soldiers is not as good as that of the opposite side.

Without horse speed, the cavalry's group attack ability cannot be utilized.

Therefore, they have to pay enough blood for every step forward.

There is no way but to cut a path step by step with the long sword in his hand.

But at this time, how can the crazy Valley people let them easily get what they want?
In the chaos, a cruel and bloody battle broke out that was unbearable to watch.

The battle damage of personnel has skyrocketed, but at this time, no one has the time to count how many people died.

"When Ser Brynden Tully's army rushes out, you lead your troops to rush in from the west. Remember, attack north and cut off the northwest corner of the Valeman formation."

Clay turned around and coldly gave orders to Krissen behind him.

Chrisson agreed and didn't say anything more.

In the current battle situation, they can definitely win, but the extra damage should not have happened.

From the tone of his coach just now, Krissen already understood that when the war is over, the Sir Vance family who led the southern army.

The best destination is to die directly on the battlefield, otherwise, Master Clay will cut him down without mercy.

Christen Mandler knows this all too well.

Fortunately, this is an asymmetric war in which one's own forces have an absolute advantage.

If the two sides are evenly matched, such mistakes will often cause the total collapse of an army.

Kill one to make an example to others, Clay must do it.

Although the other party is the heir of a great nobleman in Hejian, in Clay's eyes, it is all nonsense.

……

Violently using the small shield in his hand, he knocked a valley cavalry off his horse.

Ser Brynden Tully, who was covered in red as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood, finally saw the withered yellow ground behind the Vale army formation.

This also means that they finally see the hope of breaking the siege.

This is also very strange, 2000 people rushed into the formation of more than 1000 people, not to mention not defeating the opponent, but were surrounded and killed by the opponent.

There are problems in command and individual soldiers, which lead to such a result.

On the green and yellow plain of the Trident River, human lives are greedily chewing every moment.

When Brynden Tully successfully escaped from the battlefield with his remnant army and came before Clay, his last gray eyebrows were already stained red with blood.

"Master Clay..."

Ser Brynden Tully opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

He felt a terrifying aura from the young man in front of him.

Although he knew it wasn't for him.

Glancing at the panic-stricken Hejian soldiers behind him, Clay asked softly:
"Less than 700 people?"

They are all people who have been on the battlefield for a long time, and the number of people is very clear at a glance.

Seeing that Ser Brynden Tully was silent, Clay took out a bottle of water from his horse's pocket and handed it to him.

Clay reached out and tapped Ser Brynden Tully on the shoulder.

"It's not a crime of war, go and rest, I'll take care of the next thing."

Ser Brynden Tully nodded and rode past Clay without saying anything.

However, just about five steps away from his walk, the old jazz suddenly turned around and asked loudly:
"Master Clay, the boy of the Vance family, can you save your life?"

Clay didn't look back, but replied calmly:

"Go and rest."

This uncle of Edmure Tully, a knight who enjoys high prestige in the riverlands, sighed softly when he saw the back of Clay wearing a great cloak and sitting upright on his horse.

He knew that the kid from the Vance family was doomed.

Under normal circumstances, killing among nobles is not acceptable, but on the battlefield, this rule will be selectively ignored.

If the army was defeated due to personal reasons, if it was not for the high-ranking nobles, it would be impossible to escape death.

If this cannot be done, then what exactly is an army in the eyes of generals?
Brynden Tully escaped with nearly a third of his casualties.

As soon as he came out, Chrissen, who couldn't wait for a long time, rushed towards the northwest corner of the valley army formation with five hundred heavy cavalry.

If Clay doesn't come to rescue, that idiot of the Vance family will ruin all the 1000 people in his hands.

Clay couldn't just rush right in, and the traffic jam was now worse and couldn't add fuel to the fire.

Therefore, he had to use a sharp knife to cut off part of the people in the valley.

Their stress is reduced, and the rest is up to them.

The heavy cavalry led by Krissen launched an attack on the extremely exhausted Valley people.

This time, the people in the Valley didn't have the courage to confront Chrissen's heavy cavalry head-on like a wall.

The blood burst out, and the heavy cavalry in the front directly knocked and flew the valley man who was too late to hind legs.

The cavalry who followed behind drew a series of death blades with the long sword in their hands.

The cavalry of 500 men cut in from the middle of the west side, then turned around and headed north.

The people from the valley were powerless to stop them. They were already fighting with the people from the Hejian in the formation, and they were all red-eyed. Who cares about the situation behind them.

But in doing so, they lost their only possible chance to win this war.

Dressed in heavy armor and armed to the teeth, Krissen, as the arrow of the attack, was under the greatest pressure.

But this kid is not afraid at all.

The surface of the armor shone with the faint yellow light brought by the Quen Seal.

If the enemy's attack wants to cause damage to him, it must first break his shield and then touch his thick armor.

This is clearly playing a rogue, but in advance, you have to have this ability to play this rogue.

Otherwise, why should he, Christen Mandler, become the commander of the army forward?

These are all battles one after another, in exchange for taking the lead.

Krissen's attack this time was much smoother than the previous one. In less than 10 minutes, 500 people plowed a deep hole in the valley army.

About the same number of valley remnants as they were divided by them.

Clay looked at it, waved his hand, and then, another heavy cavalry troop with full horsepower rushed towards the group of valley people.

Since the all-in-one tactics failed to succeed, then he, Clay Mandalay, was not a pedant.

He adjusted his strategy in time and wanted to divide the Valley people into shares and eat them bit by bit.

He succeeded.

After leaving the formation, the exhausted Valley people were rushed by Clay's heavy cavalry, and finally couldn't hold on, and began to flee in all directions.

There is a limit to human courage. How much courage there is in battle is how deep the fear after the collapse of confidence is.

The overwhelmed horses and the muddy ground made it impossible for them to outrun Clay's cavalry.

As a result, one by one was stabbed off the horse from behind by the long sword.

Since Clay sent no light cavalry this time, otherwise, using bows and arrows to deal with them would actually be a more efficient way.

After doing the same thing again, the Valley people's main formation also began to collapse.

They were mourners, and their obsession with going home coupled with the sense of honor of the First Cavalry of Westeros made them fight to the end.

However, failure is still inevitable.

When Earl Leonor Corbray's banner was cut down with a sword, it meant that the resistance of the Valley people had entered the final stage.

At this time, the southern army led by Sir Vance family managed to escape from the siege of the Valley people.

Clay didn't even look at the pale guy.

He is already a dead man, but it is not yet time to do anything to him.

Now that traffic has resumed, the final offensive will begin.

The horses are galloping, and the killing is still going on.

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