I have a Mount and Blade panel and I kill people in the Game of Thrones

As an ordinary elite lancer of the Windblown, he has experienced countless wars, big and small, both just and evil, in his life.

But even though they had fought all over the world and encountered countless powerful enemies, they had never encountered an army that dared to confront the heavy cavalry's spears with their flesh and blood.

Even the most cowardly of the Sheepmen tribes would not have their commander make such a low-level strategic mistake.

Even if each of the Night's Watchmen who stood up held a terrifyingly large two-handed sword in his hand, so what?

No matter how far a two-handed sword can attack, can it be compared to a spear? Moreover, a two-handed sword requires great strength to wield, and the night watchmen in front of them are so skinny that they don't look like they can use it easily.

"Hehe! Die!" A Windblown Knight at the front grinned grimly, then pulled down the mask on his helmet, placed the spear in his hand on the saddle, and rushed straight towards a target.

However, beyond everyone's expectations, the imagined situation of the cavalry's spear piercing through the Night Watchmen did not occur.

The Night's Watchman, who seemed to be holding a heavy two-handed sword, dodged the spear's charge like lightning, then swung his sword at the knight on the warhorse like thunder.

In order to increase the accuracy of killing, the arrogant Windblown did not raise their shields, so they were caught off guard and killed when the two armies met.

This was not just one Night Watchman who did this; the same thing happened almost everywhere on the entire front.

Each of the Night's Watchmen dodged the lance's charge with his two-handed sword as if dancing on the edge of a knife, and then mercilessly inflicted heavy damage on his opponent.

Even the seriously injured Windblown Knights who did not fall off their horses on the spot were pulled off their horses by the infantrymen nearby and hacked into a bloody pulp with their swords.

Except for a few unlucky ones who were pierced by the dense forest of bullets, most of the other people on the Night's Watch managed to escape the first wave of the Windblown's charge safely.

The Windblown were trapped in the encirclement of the Night's Watch as if they had plunged into a quagmire and could not move. The Night's Watch's line was like a monster with its huge mouth opened wide, swallowing up hundreds of cavalrymen in one gulp, leaving only one or two horses that had lost the control of their riders and running around on the battlefield from time to time.

The commander of the Windblown Group here did not adopt an aggressive style in deploying troops, so he only sent out a hundred men in the first charge.

In his opinion, a hundred cavalrymen were enough to break through the Night's Watch's seemingly weak line.

But no one expected that the Night's Watch would resort to such a desperate tactic to use infantry to counter cavalry.

In his opinion, those who can do this are all elite.

"Didn't the Night's Watch fall a long time ago? Why are there so many experts here?!"

The commander of the Windblown Group couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

The warhorse of a centurion next to him was stabbing in place anxiously. Originally, the second wave of centurions' charge should have been launched at this time, with the aim of completely defeating the Night's Watch. However, the opposing Night's Watch line was scattered but not collapsed. After this wave of charge, even the casualties of the Windblown had reached an alarming level.

They are mercenaries, not deadpools working for some guy on the throne.

"Commander, should we continue the second wave of charge?" The centurion of the Windblown Corps held the reins tightly with both hands, his face pale, obviously shocked by the massacre going on in the Night's Watch in the distance. So he was unwilling to watch his companions in the Corps being slaughtered like livestock, and he wanted to go up and save them!

"Damn it, we were deceived by that guy Cotter Pyke. He didn't choose to rebel at all! Maybe he is watching us insidiously in some corner!" The commander of the Windblown was furious. The current situation was out of control and was completely different from what Cotter Pyke promised him.

Previously, Cotter Pike had promised that if he succeeded in convincing Lyon, the Windblown would come to take Cotter Pike into the group. If the negotiations failed, the Windblown would come to purge Lyon's group of Night's Watch regulars.

He also saw the signal sent by Carter Pike that the negotiations had broken down, so he chose to let his subordinates charge.

But Carter Pike had clearly promised him that Lyon's men were all new recruits who had been trained for less than a month and could not withstand an attack from the Windblown.

"But why did that bastard Cotter Pyke do this? Why did he lie to us, the Night's Watch, that we are a bunch of rabble? Didn't the captain promise him a high position as deputy captain?" The centurion looked bewildered.

"How the hell should I know! Cotter Pyke, I'll take this vengeance. Let's retreat!"

"What about our brothers who are surrounded? Just leave them there?" the centurion asked in confusion.

"Do you want to suffer more unnecessary casualties? The other side is obviously well prepared." No matter what others think, the commander of the Windblown Regiment who was in charge of the battle has begun to regret his charge without prior reconnaissance. Even though his cavalry is obviously much larger than Lyon's troops, he is unwilling to order his subordinates to charge again. What if Lyon has a backup plan?

Shocked by the terrifying strength of the Night's Watch two-handed swordsman, the commander of the Windblown chose to retreat.

Although the centurion was unwilling, after giving the order, he looked at another centurion and had no choice but to turn his horse around and call back his troops.

On the high platform, Carter Pike's mood fluctuated greatly, from the ecstasy of seeing the Windblown launching a charge, to the madness when he saw Lyon's "crazy" orders to the spear-wielding infantry who were not equipped to restrain the cavalry, until the two armies met, and it was the shock on the Windblown's side that was overwhelming.

Then came all sorts of mixed emotions, and now, Carter Pike felt nothing but numbness in his heart.

Lyon, who had originally planned to take action after the enemy cavalry broke through his own defense line regardless of casualties, now felt quite regretful.

The commander of the Windblown guessed correctly, Lyon did have a backup plan.

But Lyon has only one backup person, and that is himself.

Finally, Leon put down the Liuxing Bow in his hand with a sense of reluctance, waiting to use its multiple arrow skills next time.

"Your forecast isn't very accurate."

At this time, Lyon had some free time, so he immediately walked up to Carter Pike, who had a numb look on his face. If he still had his facial features to express emotions, Lyon could not help but guess what expression Carter Pike would make.

It was not until all hope was lost that Carter Pike finally regretted his decision.

He even began to regret why he joined the Night's Watch in the first place, and why he chose to break his oath? What he regretted most was that he told Leon, a boy who looked ordinary but was extremely bloodthirsty, about his betrayal of his oath.

"Can you give me another chance..." Even ants are greedy for life, let alone Carter Pike, who has been the respected captain of the Eastwatch garrison for more than ten years.

"No, so, is this your last words?"

After hearing Leon's question, Cotter Pyke knew that his fate was doomed, so he took a deep breath and sighed, "If you were born ten years earlier, the Night's Watch might not be as dilapidated as it is now. Now even Old Bear is dead. The only three fortresses left on the Wall - Colin Halfhand of Shadow Tower, Old Bear of Black Iron Keep, and me of Eastwatch - will die one after another. Perhaps one day in the future, the people of the Seven Kingdoms will even forget the existence of the Night's Watch."

Perhaps it was because he was about to die that his words were good. Cotter Pyke had no time to care about the current situation. Instead, he began to worry about the fate of the Night's Watch.

"Don't worry about that. As long as the Night's Watch is in my hands, it will not fall."

After Leon finished speaking, he raised the Black and White Kiss in his hand, ready to drop it on Carter Pike's neck at any time.

"You? That's easy for you to say. Can you resist Mance Rayder's army of 100,000 wildlings by yourself? In the end, you still followed my example and tried to escape."

Lyon frowned when he heard Cotter Pyke's last words. He actually knew about Mance Rayder's gathering of wildlings, but he didn't remind Old Bear, which indirectly led to Old Bear's death. Moreover, he might have reached some deal with Mance Rayder in secret, so it made sense that Eastwatch was infiltrated like a sieve, allowing wildlings to come in and out.

With this in mind, Leon did not intend to give this traitor another second to live.

The sword in his hand chopped down instantly, and an ugly head fell to the ground.

Leon walked forward, stepped on Carter Pike's disgusting face, and said to him word by word: "In order not to let you be lonely underground for too long, believe me, I will soon send all those who plotted against Old Bear to accompany him one by one!"