Quanyou: I loaded the Demon Hunter system

Chapter 260 Inferior Dou Qi

When Clay returned to Mummer's Ford, Lord Tytos Blackwood reported to him on the situation in the past few days.

At the beginning, it was arranged on the other side of the river, and the 500 people responsible for inviting the king into the urn played a considerable role.

Clay fought a bloody battle in the west, so it is naturally impossible to wipe out the enemy %.

There will always be some lucky stragglers who escaped bravely.

But the direction of their escape, regardless of their order, was Xizitan.

Because here is the closest place to cross the Red Fork River.

Only by crossing the river can they have a chance to avoid Clay Mandalay's pursuit of them.

If they stayed north of the Red Fork, they were going to die.

But unfortunately, just when they thought they had finally crossed the Red Fork River and escaped, they crashed into the army formed by Tytos Blackwood.

Clay didn't care much about what happened next.

At this moment, the two thousand valley cavalry led by Leonor Corbray were completely wiped out.

Clay's troops, the remaining 9000 people, went to the Shili City camp.

When they reached Stonehedge, they found that Edmure Tully and the rest of the army were no longer there.

There are only 1000 people left here to guard the Great Camp and Stonewall City, and the rest have followed Edmure Tully to the south.

As for the reason for sending troops, it is quite rigid.

Drive out the valley people and regain the lost land.

Clay also cannot refute on this ground.

"Master Clay, should we send someone to take a look around Lord Edmure?"

Lord Tytos Blackwood seemed restless in the Great Hall of Stonehedge.

With Robb Stark's "Jewels ahead," he now feels ill at the thought of Edmure Tully heading south alone.

Although, judging from the current situation, there is no longer any force around that can easily defeat Edmure Tully's 1 people.

But the Earl of Raventree City was still worried. What if the old lion suddenly got overwhelmed and gave up competing with Rob Stark, leading his army to charge straight over?
Not impossible, right?
Even if the probability of this happening, in fact, is very small.

Clay concentrated on dealing with the grilled fish in front of him, and Shilicheng carefully prepared for him. He glanced at Lord Tytos Blackwood and ignored him.

Why send someone to look at Edmure Tully, the man has no one but himself and him.

What kind of capitalist is speaking?

I have fought for so long, can't I still enjoy it?

Even a mouthful of rice does not allow people to finish eating with peace of mind. Is this something that people can do?
When Jon Royce chose to avoid himself and go south to pick up people.

Clay knew that this guy was going to run away.

He knows better than anyone what Jon Royce will do next.

Because the trick to pinch the valley man's neck was arranged by him himself.

Could he not know the power of this trick?
He was about to run out of food, what would he, Jon Royce, do to fight Edmure Tully?
Wash and sleep as early as possible, and run away when you are energetic.

On his side, the army went out to fight a battle, so naturally they needed to rest.

Continuous and uninterrupted attacks require the army to maintain combat effectiveness, which is simply impossible.

Even if you are a tank, you will have to lie down for hundreds of miles in this rotten place, let alone a human.

The wounded need to be healed, the army needs to rest, and the weather is getting colder, and Clay has to find a way to find something to keep out the cold and change his army.

Winter is coming, and the lords of Westeros know it.

Although the season of Westeros is as irritable as an adolescent boy's temper.

But as the long summer that has lasted for more than ten years is over, everyone knows that autumn is short and winter will come soon.

Originally, if this was a time of peace, the Seven Kingdoms would calmly prepare for the winter.

It is time to stockpile food, and it is time to keep out the cold. The people on the continent of Westeros have fought against countless winters, and they have already accumulated a set of mature coping methods.

But now, the whole of Westeros has been smashed into a pot of porridge, and there is no pure land in the Seven Kingdoms.

At this time, the gentlemen were all concerned about the battle on the front line, and all the farmers who were supposed to be busy in the fields were transferred out and sent out to fill in the line.

Who cares what winter is coming?
Hurry up and make some more weapons for my master.

But now, much more severe cold than Clay remembered, was ravaging all of Westeros.

With the news from Winterfell, the Great Wall of Desperation once again asked for reinforcements. The snow outside the Great Wall was already so heavy that no one dared to cross the Great Wall.

None of the savages who had appeared here and there in the past came close to the Great Wall in such a heavy snowfall in an attempt to escape the cold in the south.

Where have all these people gone?
Everything is blurry, and the visibility is less than 30 meters to the north of the Great Wall.

Jeor Mormont, Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, felt instinctively that something was wrong.

But the current night watchman has lost any means of detecting the north.

They could only huddle quietly in the cold wind, alerting to possible crises in the north.

The Great Wall can block part of the cold wind, but the remaining cold air still crosses the Great Wall and travels southward at an extremely fast speed.

The letter from Winterfell made it clear that now, Winterfell was almost buried by Blizzard.

Long Lake has been completely frozen.

The grain harvesting work in the northern border has basically stopped, because if you go out to harvest at this temperature, you may be harvested by the cold wind.

This also means that it is impossible for Clay to obtain support from the northern border.

They are too busy to take care of themselves now, and they are not ready for winter at all.

To be able to ensure that fewer people die in the northern border is to be regarded as the group of nobles who are still staying in their castles, and they have some conscience.

Although Long Lake has been frozen, Clay is not worried that his White Harbor will be affected.

Freezing a freshwater lake and freezing a piece of ocean, the temperature requirements are two concepts.

Besides, White Harbor is further south and relatively less cold.

But in the future, maybe.

……

"Is that all there is?"

Standing in the armory in Shili City, looking at the cotton-padded clothes that only had two storerooms, Clay frowned and asked Harry Hewen, who didn't dare to show his air.

He didn't believe that Edmure Tully hollowed out the entire Tully family, and with the help of nearby families, he could make such a small amount.

Every guardian duke, except for Stark who is a pauper, is rich as hell.

Now this point is definitely not the background of Hejian Land, not even one-fifth of it.

Before Clay left, the Tully family had already begun to mobilize available cold-proof items from the warehouses of the nobles in the entire riverland, and supply them all to the frontline army.

Clay reckoned that even if the supplies that could meet the needs of these 2 people were not available for a while, they would at least be close to each other.

The appearance in front of him was indeed beyond Clay's expectations.

It's impossible to go on like this!

In the battle that defeated the two Corbrays, the combat effectiveness of Clay's army was reduced due to the cold. As a commander, he could only feel it.

If the temperature is too low, the muscles of the limbs will become stiff.

The body will need more energy to fight the cold, not to fight.

No sleep, no strength, all Clay saw during this battle.

This is a weakening of combat power visible to the naked eye, and Clay can see it, but there is no way to solve it.

The purpose of stopping at Shili City this time is to solve this problem while the army is being repaired.

But the current situation is far from enough.

Behind Clay, Harry River shrank his neck.

He has been staying in Shili City all the time, so of course he knows how many clothes the Tully family brought to keep out the cold.

Not to mention anything else, at least half of the equipment of the army that brought Clay back has no problems at all.

But why there is only such a little left in the warehouse, that is really beyond what he, a little illegitimate son of Shili City, can say.

"What? You dare not say it?"

Clay glanced at him with a half-smile, the illegitimate child of Shilicheng was young, and when Clay glanced at him, whatever he was thinking was written on his face.

"Master Clay, this... this..."

Averting his eyes from the dark warehouse, Clay didn't make things difficult for the little boy anymore.

He already knew exactly what was going on.

If there wasn't one in the first place, then Harry Hewen must have said it directly to himself, so there's no point in hemming and hawing.

So, there must be, and there must be many.

But why there is only such a little here, then...you have to ask Lord Edmure Tully, who is "fiercely fighting" with Eoin Royce who is no longer in Stone Hall Town.

In this matter, there is no one else but him.

"It's Lord Edmure, who took away most of the winter clothes here, and told you not to tell me too much, am I right?"

Clay suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched Harry Hewen's shoulder.

This sudden movement startled the illegitimate son of Shilicheng who was already somewhat guilty.

"Ah...Master Clay...what's the matter?"

Before he could understand what was going on, he suddenly recalled that Clay seemed to have said something to him just now.

In an instant, the few streaks of blood on this guy's face almost disappeared.

"No...not...Master Clay...I..."

He was incoherent and wanted to deny it, but didn't know how to say it.

Clay sighed inwardly.

Not because of anything else, but because I think Edmure Tully is really bad.

Is it fun to compete with yourself in this kind of thing?

With the entire White Harbor as his back, plus the Twin River City, which was once a fertile land, how could he not solve the problem of keeping the troops under him warm?
It's just a matter of spending a little more time.

Edmure Tully deliberately took away most of the cotton clothes in the warehouse, which was nothing more than a way of fighting against himself.

He has already been deprived of military power by himself and the gang of Hejian nobles.

This is one of the few ways for him to show that he is still an important person in Hejian.

Clay understands, but doesn't have time to play house with him.

This is the next battle. After the fight, no matter what, even if the old lion does not die, he has to peel off a layer of skin in his own hands.

It just so happened that I was tired too.

It's time to take the army and return to your own territory to recuperate.

By the way, go south to Dorne, chat with Prince Doran, who has been building an army and is about to hold back his big move, and Daenerys, and the next plan.

Calculating the time, I spent a lot of time calling back and forth this time, almost half a year.

Wait until the next battle is over, and then deal with some things.

By the 301st year of the Aegon calendar, his Gelesos can almost become a real killer on the battlefield.

When the time comes, it's up to me to show these guys what it means to be shocked by a giant dragon.

(End of this chapter)