The hustle and bustle on Kings Road gradually subsided.
Instead, there were the heavy footsteps of the victors sweeping away the battlefield and the groans of the wounded.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, almost nauseating.
As the surviving northern soldiers cleaned up the battlefield, they stared with fanatical eyes at Galon, who stood in the center of the battlefield.
"Lord Galon is too brave!"
"He actually killed the enemy commander single-handedly! That was Victarion, the commander-in-chief of the Iron Fleet!"
"Yes, I originally thought Giant Bear Slayer was just lucky, but I didn't expect his fighting skills to be as amazing as his intelligence. No wonder Miss Sansa took a liking to him!"
"Thank goodness Lord Galon was here this time, otherwise our Northern Territory would have been in serious trouble."
The soldiers whispered among themselves, their faces beaming with excitement and anticipation.
Not to mention them, even the major vassals such as Mandalay, Hornwood, and Umber looked at Galon with new respect.
If they had underestimated Galon before the battle because of his young age, they now have complete faith in him!
Even Little Flayer felt a slight admiration for Galon.
"Lord Galon, what do we do next?"
Ron Glover, who had fought alongside Galon, came over panting and asked Galon for instructions.
Galon noticed that he was covered in congealed blood and dust. "How are you? Are you hurt?"
Ron glanced at his left arm and said excitedly, "It's nothing serious, just a scratch from a hand axe during the chase!"
Galon said with concern, "Take care of it yourself, and don't let the wound get infected."
He paused for a moment, then got back to the main point.
"Have someone take stock of the casualties, distinguishing between the bodies of our soldiers and those of the Ironborn."
Galon surveyed the battlefield strewn with corpses and issued concise and clear orders.
" The bodies of Ironborn should be burned in a concentrated manner to prevent the spread of plague."
"Our soldiers should be properly housed and their families should come to claim them. If necessary, they can be sent back to their hometowns for burial!"
"Also, send Mihawk with three hundred men to find Jon's whereabouts, and tell him to be careful!"
Ron nodded, then turned and carried out the order.
At this moment, Darren, the captain of the Hornwood City Guard, also came over.
He looked at Galon, his tone full of reverence, "Lord Galon, what should we do with these prisoners?"
After a moment's thought, Galon replied, "Send men to imprison them first, and then send them back to Winterfell for disposal!"
Captain Darren smiled and agreed.
"Lord Galon, should we continue the pursuit?"
"I am willing to be a pioneer for adults!"
After today's resounding victory, Captain Darren knew that the Countess of Hornwood would surely reward him when he returned home.
Today, the Countess is in charge of Hornwood.
Captain Darren needs outstanding abilities to win over his new master, and the current pursuit presents a good opportunity.
Galon's eyes flashed, and he understood the unspoken meaning in Captain Darren's words.
He smiled slightly and said, "No rush. The remaining Ironborn are no longer a threat, and we've already suffered considerable losses. It's better to play it safe."
"Take some men to the nearby hillside and cut down some trees. Once the Ironborn beings have gathered, burn them all together!"
Captain Darren's face betrayed his disappointment, but he still obeyed Galon's orders and went.
As Galon watched his retreating figure, the image of his father's adopted son, Lawrence Snow, flashed through his mind.
"Now, the Earl of Hornwood and his heir have both died in the Riverlands, and the current Countess of Hornwood has also lost her fertility."
"It's time to put Laurence in the position of heir to Howard Castle."
"Captain Darren...we could try testing him. If he's willing to support Laurence in inheriting Howard Castle, that would save us a lot of trouble!"
A smile appeared on Galon's lips.
If Laurence becomes the heir to Howood Castle, given his relationship with Laurence, Howood Castle will undoubtedly be at his disposal.
In the eastern part of the North, Galon had a nail in its hand.
In the future, if Bolton makes any unusual moves, he will be able to know in advance through Howood Castle.
Once Galon had made up his mind, he continued to patrol the battlefield to prevent any accidents from happening.
About an hour later.
Preliminary counts have yielded results: the North has lost approximately a thousand men, more than three-quarters of whom were House Bolton soldiers.
Ironborn suffered even more devastating losses.
The death of Victarion Greyjoy dealt a devastating blow to Ironborn's morale.
After a pursuit, more than 1,500 people were killed and about 200 were captured.
The remaining Ironborn who fled were estimated to have only three or four hundred survivors.
"My lord, we have won a great victory!"
"After this battle, the remaining Ironborn in the North are no longer a threat, and we can remove them from the North at any time!"
Ron shouted excitedly to Galon.
Galon smiled, a strange glint in his eyes, and whispered, " How is Ramsay Snow now?"
Ron replied, " Lord Ramsay suffered some minor injuries and is resting in the rear... He doesn't seem to be in a good mood!"
Galon nodded slightly, muttering to himself.
" Of Bolton's thousand men, only a little over two hundred are still alive. No wonder he's unhappy."
"But since Little Flayer is lucky enough to survive the battlefield, let's keep him alive for now."
"Now is not the time to deal with him!"
Galon's eyes were deep in thought. After a moment of contemplation, he gave Ron a new order.
"Have Shanks take a troop of cavalry and return to Winterfell as quickly as possible."
" Reporting to Miss Sansa, Master Bran, and Maester Luwin: A great victory at Ox Horn Mountain, Victarion Greyjoy has been beheaded, Euron has fled, and the main force of Ironborn has been annihilated."
"Our troops have suffered considerable casualties, but morale is high. A detailed battle report will be sent shortly!"
Ron accepted the order, "Yes, sir!"
Galon watched Ron leave, silently making plans in his mind.
"With this great victory, the morale of Winterfell should be completely at ease."
"This way, I'll have more say in the North!"
"Once things break out in the South, the North will inevitably follow my lead!"
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, as if he could already see himself leading his army south.
"Next, we need to think carefully about how to use Asha to obtain the dragon horn...:"
Just as Galon was deep in thought, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Lord Garen!"
He turned his head and saw Mihawk and Jon, covered in blood and grime, leading a group of soldiers with varying degrees of injury.
Galon composed himself, quickly stepped forward, and exclaimed with delight.
" Jon, I'm so glad you're alright!"
Jon gave a wry smile, looking slightly uncomfortable, and said with annoyance.
"I apologize, Lord Galon."
"I tried my best to stop him, but Euron still got away!"
Galon patted him on the shoulder, seemingly unconcerned.
"Your mission wasn't to annihilate them all, but to hold off Crows Eye and protect our flanks and rear."
" Let Crows Eye escape, we will kill him one day to avenge the North!"
Seeing Jon's still dejected expression, he smiled and comforted him, "You've already done a great job by stopping Crows Eye!"
"Once we get back to Winterfell, I will personally recommend you for credit."
" Lord Stark would surely be happy for you if he knew!"
Upon hearing this, Jon's face flushed red, and he was so excited that he didn't know what to say.
Fortunately, his face was obscured by bloodstains, so Galon didn't notice anything unusual.
Otherwise, they would definitely make a couple of jokes.
Galon glanced at the soldiers behind him, gave them a few instructions, and then told them to take the soldiers to treat their injuries.
Then, Galon continued to inspect the battlefield, urging the soldiers to clean it up as soon as possible.
Soon, flames roared up on Kings Road, and the smell of burning bodies enveloped Ox Horn Mountain.
After all the Ironborn corpses were burned, Galon led his exhausted army back to the northern entrance of Ox Horn Mountain.
He plans to rest in Beikou for a few days.
Galon sent messengers to Toha of Torrhens Square and Dustin of Barrenhome to be on the lookout for the fleeing Ironborn. Three days later, the army marched toward Moat Cailin!