"Black Walder is dead!"
"Surrender!"
"Surrender!"
The reinforcements on the west side of the arch bridge shouted loudly, then advanced with great strides, their momentum overwhelming. The Seaguard defenders, who had been struggling, were greatly heartened. The West River fortress had completely fallen, and the situation for the East Keep defenders was now not optimistic.
It was already a bitter struggle, with both sides turning the eastern side of the arch bridge and the inner gate passage into a bloody mire. Frey soldiers shot arrows from the heights of East Keep. The passage was filled with human corpses, the gate was open, and Seaguard soldiers formed a shield wall, refusing to let the Frey Family's Longspear formation break through.
The Frey Family taxi soldiers launched wave after wave of charges, but what they received was terrible news. Longspear soldiers in blue ring armor and silver cloaks formed columns, but unfortunately, the opening of the passage was not large, preventing them from utilizing their numerical advantage. The Seaguard taxi soldiers held on desperately.
"What, Black Walder is dead?" Ser Danwell Frey, who was supervising the assault on the shield wall from behind the inner gate of the East Keep arch bridge, turned pale. If Black Walder was dead, then the elite troops must have been annihilated. Marquess Walder, and the bastard guarding the central tower, were now all captives.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sound of war drums echoed again. Many archers on the battlements of the East Keep saw the bloody heads of Black Walder and Hosdton, and their will to fight instantly collapsed, abandoning their posts.
Black Walder was dead, and the Marquess was captured; how could they hold out? Although Black Walder's character was poor, he was indeed one of the most ferocious warriors of the Frey Family.
"Retreat, or advance?" Ser Danwell Frey didn't know what to do. The East River camp taxi soldiers were important for support, but once they saw defeat, they would scatter like smoke and might even plunder along the way.
"long live the storm!"
"long live the storm!"
The Seaguard shield wall suddenly opened, and the exhausted purple-blue robed infantry made way for the reinforcements. The pressure on the Frey Family's Longspear formation greatly reduced, but what they met was death.
Gendry and Ser Barristan led the taxi soldiers in a charge. They wielded various weapons, even picking up the Frey Family's long-handled heavy axes. Like a steel meat grinder, this reinforcement force surged out of the passage, crushing the resistors.
The exhausted Frey Family taxi soldiers all collapsed at once. The forest-like Longspear formation began to retreat. The retreating taxi soldiers even fell directly onto their comrades behind them; the meat grinder could not continue.
More and more reinforcements surged out of the passage. The blue steel armor and silver-grey robes were gradually replaced by other colors: Gold Cloaks, Black Cloaks, Red Cloaks, and blue robes. Gendry waved his hand in command; his seemed like a wild army. They wielded longswords, Morningstar, and great axes, sweeping all before them. The East Keep taxi soldiers were not that elite; at most, their numbers were slightly larger.
The Vale cavalry were perfectly disciplined, classic elites. The crabfeeders men cheered, showing extremely high combat proficiency. And the most ferocious were Gendry's Gold Cloaks, like a mountain collapse and a tsunami. Gendry's arakh danced a whirlwind of slaughter, crushing everything in its path.
"It's over!"
"All over!" Ser Danwell Frey's face was ashen, then he was struck by a flying arrow.
Gendry fought his way from West River to East River. The Frey Family's East River grand camp taxi soldiers had no time to reinforce; very few could enter the castle simultaneously. Moreover, these two thousand men were not die-hards; some grabbed loot and ran.
"Victor!"
"Victor!"
"Victory!"
What elites? We fight elites.
The soldiers cheered, surrounding Gendry in the center. The fighting continued until morning. The Frey Family suffered a humiliating defeat, the Two Cities fell directly, and the East River grand camp scattered like birds and beasts.
Although the cost of the siege was considerable, taking such a strong city was already a complete miracle.
Gendry looked at the cheering taxi soldiers. While he couldn't claim three triumphs in a day, he had achieved three triumphs in several days.
"Victor!"
"triumphant storm!"
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