"Boom!" The trebuchets on the walls of Riverrun began to operate, and head-sized stones whistled as they crashed into the river. One raft was directly smashed to pieces, and several others capsized, throwing everyone on board into the river to feed the fish.
"Be careful, my Lord!" The Attendants of Lord Andros Brax cried out. In the panic, the western camp Commander's flimsy raft capsized into the water before it had even rowed very far.
The western camp's Commander tried to struggle, but his heavy armor deprived him of his last chance at life, until he was dragged into the dark, murky river. The beautiful silver-bottomed purple Unicorn battle standard also fell into the water with hardly a sound.
"Thump, thump, thump!" War drums sounded again from the west. The river channel next to the western camp was the narrowest, being a moat itself rather than a natural river. Knights roared as they crossed the makeshift river-crossing works, targeting the House Lannister western camp stationed between the Red Fork and the Tumblestone.
"long live the storm!"
"long live the storm!"
With Gendry's horse, the most elite cavalry unit fiercely attacked the House Lannister western camp's position. At this, the almost collapsing House Lannister soldiers of the western camp finally mustered their courage. Even though their Commander had drowned in the river, they still tried their best.
"Surrender and live!" Gendry roared. He fought from horseback, and the bewildered western army was so fragile that it was difficult for any part of it to resist him.
The House Lannister taxi soldiers were overwhelmed; they saw many banners: the eagle of the Mallister Family, the runic pebbles of the House Royce, and even the most dazzling golden battle standard.
Gendry wielded his warhammer, his golden cloak fluttering, like a giant-horned deity in the night, bringing a dance of death. Wherever the warhammer struck, no one could stand against it. Ser Barristan and Bronze Yohn followed closely behind him, like farmers harvesting wheat, their scythes wiping away blood. Anguy stood a little further away, drawing his dragonbone Longbow, shooting down taxi soldiers who were preparing to release messenger ravens.
"Is that King Robert?"
"And Vale cavalry."
"The golden battle standard." House Lannister saw the sum of all terrors: the ruthless Gold Cloaks riding tall dothraki horses, and the elite orange-red cloaks soldiers from Runestone and other Vale strongholds.
Fierce battle flames ignited around Gendry, consuming the lives of those around him. He saw the panicked faces of the House Lannister soldiers.
Gendry gripped his warhammer. Wherever the warhammer passed, it crushed the body beneath the armor, be it the heart and lungs or the head. Although the opponent's armor was sturdy, it could not withstand the concentrated force of the blow. After all, the spiked warhammer was designed to pierce the plate armor of today.
"Thump." Gendry's warhammer seemed to gently brush over a House Lannister soldier's armor, as swift as a gale. It felt as light as a feather, but the moment it landed, the House Lannister soldier collapsed heavily, his heart and lungs beneath the armor unable to withstand the severe impact.
"Longspear formation!"
"Longspear formation!" The remaining House Lannister soldiers shouted. They had only seen a golden surge, like a blazing fire, a golden flame. No one dared to step forward to contend; the surviving Longspear soldiers thought of a shield wall.
But Ser Barristan had already thwarted their attempt. The Old Knight shouted, flanking around the Longspear formation.
Gendry charged amidst thousands of troops. Everyone saw that golden flame, burning fiercely in the night, the warrior on horseback like a giant.
Meanwhile, the House Tully army inside Riverrun saw the battle turning into a stalemate. With the opening of Riverrun's gates, Lord Blackwood led his troops across the drawbridge, and the House Tully army began to ambush the enemy's rear.
The aged Lord Hoster was carried up to the gatehouse. From the battlements, the Old Fish saw firelight surge like a tide and heard the screams of the House Lannister, which was such a pleasant sound.
The Old Fish saw that golden fire, the tall and majestic giant, which reminded him of the battlefield of yesteryear. Was it the son of an old friend?
"Whose troops are those?" Hoster couldn't help but ask, wanting to confirm an answer.
"From the look of the banners, it seems to be the bastard Gendry's. There's also Lord Mallister's banner, the House Royce banner, and some others, like the banners of the Claw Peninsula."
"What?" Hoster was greatly surprised, and then the expression on his face darkened. "Not the House Stark army from the North, nor it seems the House Arryn army?"
"No, it seems to be the quartered banner from Across the Narrow Sea, belonging to a legitimate bastard."
After hearing these words, Hoster's expression instantly became a little strange. "Baratheon, is it the King's troublesome Bastard? House Lannister calls him a Bastard, Blackheart Gendry, an ambitious man. Now I see, he fights like a King."
"But why is it his rescue?" Hoster's face turned pale again; he felt a sharp pain, as if crabs were pinching him inside his stomach.
"Robert is not dead, and his son can still wield a warhammer. Look at my son, truly destined to be a servant, like a foolish clown," Lord Hoster said despondently. "Carry me out. I must meet a King, and I should do so as one would visit a King."
"My Lord, but your health..." The servant couldn't help but say.
"My health," Lord Hoster sighed. "When House Lannister took Edmure, I was very afraid; their camps were everywhere. But now, I need some courage. Carry me down. I want to hold on a little longer, to see my daughter and son, then I will die without regret."
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