Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 92: forward (first update)

  Chapter 92 Forward (first update)

  The scorching sun is like fire, just like Samwell's heart at this time.

  He had already put on a full set of armor, held a lance, carried a huge sword [Broken Heart], and was riding a white horse standing at the front row of the queue. Behind him were more than 700 cavalry in full armor.

  They are like steel sculptures, standing on the ridge, waiting for the order to attack.

  The dry hot wind couldn't shake them a bit, it could only blow the flags fluttering.

  Under the scorching sun of Dorne, the iron armor quickly became hot.

  But the group of river bend knights still did not show the slightest impatience and anxiety.

  Samwell couldn't help reaching out to touch the giant sword [Broken Heart] on his back.

  This Valyrian steel sword, which had been passed down by the Tarly family for five hundred years, was exuding an icy chill, slightly relieving the scorching heat at the moment.

   About half a year ago, "The Rose of Highgarden" Margaery Tyrell used this great sword to canonize him as a knight.

  The scene at that time is still vivid in my mind.

  Earl Randall once said that he was not even qualified to touch the hilt of [Broken Heart], but now, he handed over the sword to Samwell himself, and asked him to wield the sword and lead the family knights to charge into battle.

  The world is wonderful and unpredictable.

   Woo—

  A low-pitched horn interrupted Samwell's thoughts.

  He followed the reputation, and saw that the army led by Earl Randall had already rushed out from the rear of the Dornish people.

  At the same time, the port defenders who received the signal also started a counterattack.

  Samwell's breathing gradually accelerated.

   But he pressed against the urge and told himself—

  The time has not come yet.

  …

"what happened?"

   "Why did the people from Hewan come from behind us?"

   "It should have landed from the upper reaches of the Turbulent River, and then killed it!"

   "Where are the sentry cavalry? The **** of the Yronwood family didn't notice anything?"

  …

   There was a lot of confusion and commotion in the Dorne army.

   Among them, the most ugly faces are the knights of Gaoyin City.

  Of course they knew that there were not many shoals for landing on the upper reaches of the Turbulent River, and the only place where such an army of thousands of people could be transported in a short period of time was the wharf of Gaoyin City.

  But if the people from Hewan really landed from the pier of Gaoyin City, then Gaoyin City...

  "Dark Star" Gerald Dayne's face was ashen at this moment, wishing he could fly back to his hometown immediately.

   "Everyone be quiet!"

Princess Arianne loudly stopped the commotion of her subordinates, her eyes quickly swept across the faces of the knights, and she said in a deep voice, "What are you afraid of! Since the people of Hewan dare to come out from behind the fence, let's give them a good one." lesson!"

   "That's right! We still have an advantage in terms of military strength! The people in Hewan don't have the protection of fences, so why should they beat us!"

   "Yes, fight them head-on!"

   "We will never lose!"

  Seeing that everyone's fighting spirit was aroused again, Princess Arianne secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

  Because the Hewan people came too suddenly, it was too late for Donne to calmly change the formation, but she still dispatched the combat tasks as quickly as possible, and then said:

   "Dorne warriors, today is the time for us to show our might to the Seven Gods! I will personally beat the drums for you until the triumphant return!"

   After speaking, the Dorne princess turned her head and ran towards Gao Po behind her.

  There is the Dorne snare drum.

   "For Her Royal Highness!"

   "For Dorne!"

   "For the glory!"

  …

  The war drum rumbled, as if hitting everyone's hearts heavily.

  Samwell watched the official handover of the two armies, like two distinct rivers colliding suddenly, rolling up blood-red waves.

  The time has come!

  He took a deep breath and lightly clamped the horse's belly.

  The horse moved forward slowly and began to trot.

  The seven hundred cavalry behind him followed closely.

  Crossing the ridge, the river bay cavalry descended along the gentle slope, but the speed was not fast.

  Because the distance is still too far at this time, speeding up too early will only waste the stamina of the horse.

   Entering the relatively flat wasteland, the Dornish army formation is already clearly visible.

  The biting murderous aura is as real as it is, permeating and converging over the river bay cavalry.

  Samwell put down his helmet visor, leveled his lance, and leaned forward slightly.

  The battle-tested war horse under him immediately understood his master's intentions, and began to speed up slowly.

  The seven hundred cavalry behind them also made the same movement in unison.

  The sound of horseshoes gradually sounded, until it exploded on the wasteland like thunder on the ground!

  The ground also began to tremble, like a small earthquake.

  The gravel is constantly beating, the weeds are trembling, and even the scorching sun in the sky seems to hide behind the clouds in surprise.

   Such a terrifying momentum finally attracted the attention of the Dornish people.

  But at this moment, it is too late.

  The river bay cavalry has accelerated to the limit, and the distance of several hundred yards is reached in an instant.

  They are like a sharp arrow off the string, heading straight for the right wing of the Dorne army formation!

   Forward.

  Sam Wilmer recited his father's teachings and got rid of all distracting thoughts from his mind.

  Dorne's cavalry finally reacted and tried to protect the right wing of the army under the call of several knights.

   But they have already lost the opportunity. Not only did they not gather enough numbers, they also had no formation to speak of. More importantly, they did not have the time and space to accelerate.

   And speed is everything about cavalry.

  Boom!

  The first wave of collisions finally happened.

   It was a group of Dornish cavalry hastily assembled.

  They were brave and fearless, trying to block the river bay cavalry who had completed their acceleration, so as to give the infantry behind more time to form.

   However, their ending is destined to be tragic.

  Samwell knocked and flew the Dorne knight in front of him, hot blood splashed on the armor, as if covering him with a bright gauze.

   His speed hasn't slowed down at all.

   Forward.

  The seven hundred river bay cavalry were like a group of fast-moving steel monsters, blowing a whirlwind of death across the wasteland, and swept towards the right wing of the Dorne army formation.

  Under the hoarse orders of the Dorn officers, a group of infantry soldiers assembled hastily held up oaken shields and spears, trying to block the terrifying river bay cavalry.

  But their faces all showed despair and fear.

   Facing the charge of the armored cavalry, no one can remain calm and firm.

  Boom!

  The thunderous sound of horseshoes has become the only sound in this world.

   A loud bang hit every Dornish soldier's heart, making them frightened, making them tremble, and making them want to turn around and run away desperately.

  However, is it possible to escape?

  Samwell could already clearly see the panic on the enemy's face. He took a deep breath, and then held his breath, ready for the collision of iron and blood.

   Forward.

  Boom! boom! boom!

  Accompanied by a loud bang, the riverbend knights in the front row slammed into the shield wall erected hastily by the Dornishmen.

  In an instant, under the terrifying impact, countless Dornish soldiers seemed to have become light and fluffy puppets, spurting blood wildly and flying backwards.

  The defense line on the right flank of Dorn's army was as thin as a layer of paper in front of the impact of the river bay cavalry, and a hideous gap was instantly torn open, and countless terrifying and ferocious steel monsters rushed in recklessly.

   Forward.

  Samwell's eyes were already blood red, and his nose was filled with a strong smell of rust. Even the lance had been broken.

   But he won't stop.

   Throwing away the broken lance, Samwell pulled out the 【Broken Heart】 from behind and waved it vigorously.

   This giant sword made of Valyrian steel is extremely sharp. Combined with the high-speed impact of the horse and Samwell's own terrifying power, it can easily tear apart any sword, armor, or shield.

   And of course flesh and bone.

   Forward.

After breaking through the line of defense, the Riverbend Cavalry, led by Samwell, pierced deep into the heart of the Dornish army without hindrance, like a red-hot sharp blade piercing into butter, and kept going Dive deeper!

  Anyone standing in front of the iron hoof will be completely crushed!

   Forward!

  Wherever they went, there was a bloodbath, leaving wreckage all over the place.

  Samwell's arms were numb, and the helmet visor was stained with too much blood, which blurred his vision.

   But he still kept his mission in mind—

   Forward! !