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#190 - Chapter 36: Courting Death (End)

Jenos no longer cared about the lives of those behind him, as the heavy armored cavalry had already begun their charge against the gun formation at the front!

During the charge, the cavalry would gradually spread out to avoid colliding with each other. They would generally begin their full-speed charge from about 100 to 30 meters away from the enemy, maximizing the impact upon contact.

"Hold! Hold! Shields must hold! Pikemen, stab the horses! Stab the horses!" Jenos roared hoarsely.

Soon, the heavy armored cavalry had reached a distance of about thirty-five meters. The front-row riders forcefully extended their armor-piercing cones from their right sides. With the acceleration of the warhorses' momentum, a row of armor-piercing cones flew out like cannonballs. Almost instantly after being released, they had crossed dozens of meters and arrived in front of the shield bearers.

"Crack... shatter." With a series of shattering sounds, the originally thin shields splintered into pieces, and even the shield bearers and pikemen behind them were pierced through. The dense gun formation was immediately torn open, creating a large gap.

The heavy armored cavalry had already re-positioned their lances, tearing through the enemy lines with unstoppable momentum. Some cavalry lances were skewering two or three people, and the fully armored warhorses were like tanks. Those gold cloaks who couldn't escape were knocked around like bowling pins, not to mention those who were caught under the horses' hooves.

Jenos had arranged thirty men per row, five rows totaling one hundred and fifty spear-shield soldiers, who were almost instantly torn apart and submerged by the heavy armored cavalry. The soldiers who were lucky enough to survive fled towards the forests on both sides of the road. They abandoned their weapons in order to escape into the woods and save their lives. The heavy armored cavalry tore through the infantry gun formation without any pause, continuing to crush towards the rear. Some heavy cavalry had several enemies skewered on their lances, or their lance shafts were broken. They had already switched to secondary weapons such as long-handled horse sabers or maces, turning the battle against the disorganized gold cloaks into a massacre. The characteristic of cavalry combat is movement; as long as the horse beneath you is running, you are the most eye-catching guy. The horse is the most important thing; what the weapon is doesn't matter. Even swinging a tree branch can knock someone to death, let alone maces and horse sabers, which basically kill a person with each strike.

Those gold cloaks who fled in all directions encountered big trouble. On both sides of the wide eight-lane road, half-meter deep and three-meter wide drainage ditches had been reserved during construction, and further away, under the windbreak forests, tenacious thickets of thorns were planted. After nine years of growth, they had formed a half-person-high wall of thorns.

These people waded through the muddy drainage ditches and used all their strength but still couldn't climb over the thorny thickets. Even those wearing chainmail and gloves were scratched and bleeding. There were still some clever people in the crowd, and they set their sights on their companions. Several people stabbed their companions to death and hung their bodies on the thorns, using them as stepping stones to climb up.

Before he could happily climb over the thorn wall, an arrow shot from behind pierced his chest. The heavy armored bow cavalry had already come up, and hitting these targets was as easy as shooting targets. Those who had fled the road and were struggling in the mud were in a dilemma. They cried, begged.

They begged these cavalrymen to spare their lives, but the lord had given the order before the battle that no one was to be left alive this time. The cavalrymen coldly drew their bows and arrows, aimed at the next target, and continued shooting.

Janos Slynt, with his two sons, several trusted officers, and a dozen soldiers, had found many shields and used them to build a temporary barricade with the corpses of warhorses. For a time, they actually survived the bow cavalry's strafing. At the same time, they did not give up hope of survival and kept shouting, "Stop! I surrender!"

"Thud." The response was an arrow, with most of the arrow already piercing the shield.

"I am Janos Slynt, the Earl of Harrenhal! I demand noble treatment."

"Thud, thud, thud." More arrows shot over, accompanied by screams of "Ah! Ah!" There were already casualties among the soldiers behind the shield.

"Please, spare me! I really surrender!"

"Thud, thud, thud, whoosh, thud."

"I have money, I have a lot of money. As long as you spare my life, all my money is yours!" Jenos was on the verge of collapse. The original rain of arrows had actually stopped. The shields erected above were like hedgehogs, with no less than a hundred arrows stuck in them, and most of the people inside were injured to varying degrees.

Jenos carefully poked his head out from the gap in the shields, and his heart trembled when he saw it. A row of cavalrymen stood on the side of the road, each holding a large bow, pointing in their direction.

Facing them were several people dressed differently. Next to a giant was a child riding a horse, about seven or eight years old. Slynt took a closer look and his eyes narrowed. On the child's left shoulder armor was the Stark family's direwolf sigil. This was Duke Eddard's youngest son, and the target of his trip, Rickon Stark.

Byke, riding on his horse, didn't care about this. The lord's task for him was to cut off these people's heads and stick them on the Kingsroad. He continued to issue instructions to the cavalrymen.

Rickon said a few words to Gregor and then turned to the bottom: "Are you Janos Slynt, the commander of the City Watch who betrayed my father? You and your men are covered in the blood of my Stark family's guards!"

Hearing this, Jenos Slynt knelt on the ground in a panic: "I'm sorry, I didn't really want to betray Lord Stark. It was Littlefinger, it was all him. He had already sided with the Queen, they forced me. Please give me a chance, I have many loyal men in King's Landing, who will help you rescue Lord Stark. I also have a lot of money, which I can offer to you."

Rickon thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "My father once taught me that it is not only the Lannisters who always repay their debts; the North will never forget. Gregor, prepare!"

Gregor gave a grim smile: "Young Master Rickon has spoken, didn't you all hear? Throw them!" After saying that, he threw a clay pot in his hand, and then the people around him threw five or six more clay pots.

These clay pots smashed below, shattering into pieces, and inside was a pale yellow liquid with a pungent smell. Rickon raised a hand crossbow, which was a crossbow that Liu Yuan used when he was a child. The arrow in front had already been lit with a flame. Without the slightest hesitation, Rickon shot the rocket directly.

The rocket burst into flames upon landing. The pale yellow liquid was refined, a primary version of gasoline, and the burning effect was quite good. The people hiding in the tortoise shell could no longer stay inside. They rushed out from inside covered in flames, rolling around in the muddy ground trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

"Die! I want to die with you." Jenos Slynt, who was completely desperate, roared and threw the sword in his hand. Rickon didn't even blink, and an iron-clad hand grabbed the thrown longsword in mid-air. Rickon ordered the bow cavalry: "Give them a quick death! Otherwise, if their heads are burned off later, it will be difficult to complete Godfather's mission."

The surrounding cavalrymen laughed and drew their bows and arrows, and after a few arrows, those people stopped moving. Then these people dismounted and drew their waist knives and began to behead the corpses.

Gregor saw Rickon's trembling body, he smiled slightly, and used his broad shoulders to block Rickon's view. Rickon waved his hand and said, "Never mind me, I should be watching. I am... ugh!" As soon as he spoke, the pungent smell of blood rushed to his face, and he couldn't help but vomit.

The nearby soldiers all showed knowing smiles.