stonecrandall Chapter 114 Indestructible
Chapter 114 Indestructible
Chapter 114 Indestructible
Westeros, in a state of moral decay, did not offer this ritualistic challenge.
The one-on-one fights here are all about killing someone.
It's either win or die; surrendering in front of everyone is the greatest humiliation.
"One-on-one duel!"
"Who dares to come!"
The Knight of Flowers, clad in silver armor, shouted loudly at the front of the battle.
The hound was getting a little eager.
After all, this guy had killed his brother, Demon Mountain, with a spear in the previous martial arts tournament, so this was a good opportunity to test his skills.
"Are you a knight? Go and fight one-on-one." Joffrey retorted with a single sentence.
If the Hounds lose, it will be a huge loss, and if Loras dies, it will create an enemy of Highting.
Although Joffrey didn't seem to care much about the latter.
Because what he plans to do next will only create even bigger problems.
As for the others, he really doesn't have much of a use for them.
Baron might not be able to defeat them, let alone those nameless little knights.
Do not hit.
We absolutely must not fight.
However, a direct refusal could damage morale, and remaining silent is not entirely appropriate either.
So someone made a suggestion to Joffrey.
Should we just pretend we didn't hear him and shoot him dead?
That aligns perfectly with their moral standards.
After all, there aren't many knights in the King's Landing Assault Team.
But Joffrey thought about it carefully and found that there seemed to be no precedent for this in the history of Westeros.
Um----
Let's not set such a bad precedent.
Although the seven gods don't manifest much, their strange and uncanny rules are quite effective.
Joffrey sent a message saying he wanted to have a chat with Renly on the battlefield.
It would be best to find an opportunity to speak with this third uncle, after all, we must not forget the legitimacy of his uprising.
Renly is avenging poor little King Joffrey who was murdered!
"Lord Renly is still commanding his army; he doesn't have time to meet with an imposter like you."
"Tell me if you need anything."
Never mind then, Joffrey won't go out either.
My life is at stake. What if someone on the other side is uncivilized and shoots an arrow in my face while they're talking?
Such a matter, involving enormous interests, would definitely attract some people willing to take the risk.
Robert sealed the deal at the Trident River, ending a massive battle involving 70,000 men.
Joffrey made everyone huddle even tighter.
The Turtle Formation is the fastest to learn; a large shield is placed forward, a six-meter-long spear is rested on the shield, and the end of the spear is pressed against the ground.
In addition, there are spears used by individual soldiers, which are inserted into the gaps in the shields, forming three large square formations arranged in a triangular pattern.
The formation to the left, right, and rear curves slightly inward at an angle, so that it can protect its rear in time if the enemy cavalry tries to outflank it.
Every hundred men in the formation, gaps were left to provide crossfire range for the crossbowmen positioned in the middle.
They charged without making a sound.
The Junlin Commando had been standing at attention for months and were used to it; fighting like this was completely in their comfort zone.
Renly's reserves numbered about three thousand, all of whom were brought here, plus some others who were transferred out, making them slightly more numerous than Joffrey's soldiers.
Seeing that the enemy forces, whose numbers were roughly equal, were huddled together in such a small group, they hesitated not far away, unsure of where to begin their attack.
They didn't move, but Joffrey did.
Officers at all levels gave orders in turn, and the men began to move forward in small steps, but their formation remained perfectly intact.
This was another sight they had never seen before.
Although some dukes or counts can recruit just as many people from their own territories.
However, these were all troops composed of various weapons, and even when they were assembled together, they all obeyed the command of their respective lords.
Although the valley spearmen who had been assembled stood in neat rows before the battle, they became chaotic once the fighting began.
The Lannister cavalry began to circle around, trying to find any openings.
But Joffrey's opportunity has arrived.
Seeing the enemy soldiers standing there dumbfounded, the front-line infantry immediately dispersed and then stood still.
Sneak attack!
"Sasasa"
The sound of crossbow bolts whistling through the air.
The first row of crossbowmen knelt on one knee in unison, their crossbows leaning against their knees, the strings trembling slightly.
The crossbowmen in the back row had already leveled their weapons, and before the trembling echoes had even faded, the second volley of arrows had already shot through the air.
Caught off guard, a row of enemy soldiers lay dead on the spot.
The phalanx had closed up again, protecting the crossbowmen who were reloading behind them.
Amidst the clanging of metal against wood, the soldiers moved about.
Someone stepped on the foot pedal at the front of the crossbow, bent down, and used the hanging belt hook to restart the crossbow.
Some people removed the push rod and stuck it on the crossbow rail, then used the end of the rod to brace themselves against their hip bones.
Because crossbow bolts are shorter and thicker and lack feathers, and because the recoil travel of the crossbow string is much shorter, their trajectory is farther and straighter when fired directly.
But lifting it up would be pointless, because the initial velocity was too high, and the kinetic energy would be consumed during the ascent.
Therefore, finding a suitable position to deal damage is quite important for crossbowmen.
Meanwhile, Renly's archers were still raining arrows down on the Vale coalition forces and couldn't be brought over in time.
Under duress, the enemy had no choice but to charge forward, and a massive, mixed force of infantry and cavalry began to surge forward.
The cavalry at the front formed a wedge formation, attempting to use their speed and weight to create an opening.
Some brave knights spurred their mounts and charged straight in, their spear tips plunging nearly a foot into the horses' necks, the butts of their spears carving a deep trench in the ground.
But most of them dodge before they can collide.
The infantry surged forward in quick succession.
They squeezed through the gaps in the spear shafts, hacking and shoving with axes, or shoving forward, and competing in strength with the soldiers behind the shields.
"Come quick, come quick, they can't push me!"
Someone shouted.
The people behind him wanted to help him, but they saw a halberd raised high behind the shield, which smashed his forehead.
Several shields began to retreat, and an overconfident armored infantryman pushed his way forward.
"I'm going in!"
Suddenly, I felt my legs go weak, and when I looked down...
A sickle emerged from the ground, slashing a large gash in his unprotected calf and pulling him to the ground.
He had just lain down on the ground and cried out when several spears crisscrossed from the side, leaving several bloody holes in his lower body.
Some astute soldiers thought they had found a flaw in the formation and slipped into the pre-existing gaps.
Then he saw a crossbow pointing at him.
"Clang!"
He quickly raised his shield, his left arm trembling slightly under the immense force.
Before he could even feel happy, another crossbow bolt pierced his waist from the side.
After several futile attacks, a large number of men had fallen at the front of the shield wall.
The knights began shouting at the top of their lungs, and the troops from different lords showed signs of chaos.
Joffrey's phalanx remained as solid as a rock, rolling forward as a whole during the gaps in the enemy's pause in their attack, at a slow but unstoppable pace.
Finally, another attempt was easily repelled by crossbow bolts and spears.
Further afield, the troops in the valley had completely scattered the infantry in the Reach.
What followed was a series of massive routs.
The King's Landing commandos wanted to give chase, but Joffrey stopped them again.
"I'm watching. You deserve all the credit; there's no need to compete with others for it."
At that moment, a uniquely designed flag swept across the battlefield.
It has seven colorful stripes, connected by seven long tails, and is held atop a pole with a seven-pointed star at the top.
Peace flag.
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!" the knight shouted.