Quanyou: I loaded the Demon Hunter system

Chapter 290 Take off his crown
After a little weighing in his heart, Tywin Lannister decided to save his hapless grandson Joffrey Baratheon first.

After all, although this city needs to be entered, it cannot be done in a short while.

If this loses the king, it will be troublesome.

So, he led his most elite army and swooped in the direction of Krissen.

However, before he had gone far, bad news came one after another that made him stop his horseshoe in an instant.

The Clay Mandalay banner has arrived.

A Hejian army entered the messy North Gate camp, and was driving out the remaining soldiers from the Western Region.

As the person who personally planned and built this camp, Tywin Lannister knew very well what Clay was doing.

The boy is vicious!

The old lion cursed in his heart.

But on the surface, he remained calm, quietly waiting for the second piece of bad news.

Sure enough, Clay Mandalay did not disappoint him at all, and the second shot was another ultimate move.

The sentry reported that a Hejian army of about 3000 people had quickly entered the position between the North Camp and the East Camp, and wanted to cut off the connection between the two.

He wants to surround himself, what a guts!

Tywin Lannister's gray eyebrows twitched slightly.

He knew very well that what arrived on the battlefield now was actually the Hejian army that he had suppressed and beaten before.

Plus at most a little of the troops that Clay Manderly brought over.

Why now, when the number of people is equal to his own, this group of cowardly Hejian people dare to make dumplings for Tywin Lannister instead?

Not this damn Clay Mandalay!
He seemed to have shown his self-confidence in his son Jaime Lannister, and he used soldiers boldly and fiercely.

Tywin Lannister can be sure that this heavy cavalry, which is extremely powerful and has caused chaos in the North Camp, must have been written by Clay Manderly.

It's not that he looks down on those Hejian nobles, they really don't have the guts to provoke him like this.

The last piece of bad news made Tywin Lannister finally decide to stop.

Because Clay Mandalay led the rest of the main force, and they were already pressing hard towards him!
As a guardian duke who has been active in the power field of the entire Seven Kingdoms for decades, Tywin Lannister deeply understands what his foundation is.

It's not a title, and it's not a bullshit Golden Dragon. There is one and only one, and that is that he firmly controls almost all the military power in the western region.

With the best equipment in all of Westeros and a huge army with a total strength of more than , he, Tywin Lannister, was able to create "Casmet's Rainy Season".

Now, Clay Mandalay's entire army is coming, and almost all of his troops are heading in the direction of Harrenhal.

They were extremely exhausted after taking down Harrenhal. At this time, if they wanted to save Joffrey, they would waste the most precious time to adjust their formation to meet the enemy.

Then, it means that he, Tywin Lannister, is pampering Clay Manderly to visit his back court.

The old lion doesn't have that strange habit, so he will never allow such a thing to happen.

To put it bluntly, in his mind, even if Joffrey was really caught, things wouldn't really be over.

He still has a chance, that is, to rush into the city and capture Rob Stark.

You see, this business can be done again?

Although Tywin Lannister doesn't want to meet Clay Manderly at all.

"Ser Clegane, you take 500 men to find a way to rescue Joffrey and the Queen Mother."

Beside him, the "Magic Mountain" like an iron tower, Ser Gregor Clegane, did not respond to his lord at all.

He just turned the horse's head quickly, and led a small team of him, rushing towards Joffrey Baratheon's position.

Tywin Lannister immediately began to issue orders to attack the troops in the city from his position, leaving only the troops that could hold the city gate, and the rest, including those still outside the city.

Under his stern order, they immediately began to turn around and line up in the direction from Clay Mandalay.

At this time, the troops that Tywin Lannister could mobilize were full of force, and the number of fully organized troops was less than 6000.

No way, the loss of the previous siege, coupled with Krissen's disruption, and Brynden Tully's offensive in the west, resulted in so many soldiers that he could use to fight Clay.

There are still people in the Eastern Camp, but they have just suffered a defeat, and 3000 people sent by Clay Mandalay to block the way.

Although Tywin Lannister immediately ordered them to move closer to the North Camp at all costs.

But this will undoubtedly take time.

But now, it seems that Clay Mandalay would rather bear the fatigue of the troops coming from afar than give him this time.

Tywin Lannister is very clear about his psychology, so he didn't report any luck.

……

"Master Clay, the army of the Western Territory has already begun to march towards us."

The scouts brought back the news.

Based on the principle of giving a sweet date for every stick, Clay kept Edmure Tully by his side as a so-called consultant.

Giving him an illusory feeling of participating in the decision-making of the army can be regarded as comforting his fragile heart.

"The old lion moves so fast!"

said Edmure Tully, frowning.

Clay nodded, but wasn't too surprised.

Clay would be surprised if Tywin Lannister didn't react.

"It's okay, we have already played our cards, and I want to see how he will respond."

Edmure Tully said something quite approving, which almost made Clay lose his temper.

"After all, 1 people beat him up to 7000 people. The advantage lies with me."

Xu Shi noticed that Clay looked at him in a very complicated way, as if suddenly realizing it, Edmure Tully asked suspiciously:
"What's wrong? Master Clay, am I wrong?"

"Ah yes yes yes..."

If Clay doesn't agree with him, Clay himself can't forgive himself.

After a while, throwing away the random thoughts in his mind, Clay focused his thinking on the battlefield ahead.

Clay estimates that the old lion can bring out up to 6000 people to fight him head-on.

But these 6000 people are a powerful western army.

On my own side, even though the human sea tactics theory is selected, the strength of the troops is much higher than that of the opposite side.

But the problem is that among them, the only ones who can really wrestle with Tywin's army are their own troops.

The rest are a bunch of Hejian troops with poor combat effectiveness and fighting will.

In this battle, Clay knew in his heart that the two sides were actually evenly matched.

Just as he was thinking, the scout who had just left came back and brought him even more exciting news:

"Master Clay, Lord Brynden Tully is back, and they successfully received Lord Krissen."

"Very good! Take me to see them."

Clay nodded, ready to follow the scout as soon as he clamped the horse's belly.

"Wait, Lord Clay, I haven't finished yet... Lord Krissen said... He seems to have captured the false king Joffrey Baratheon."

Clay was stunned.

He made sure he heard correctly and skipped the very stupid "Say it again!"

Said directly:
"Don't waste time, take me there immediately!"

"Yes! Lord Clay."

They immediately rushed towards the front right of the rumbling army.

After spending a little time, Clay saw the remnant army who was still full of energy when they started out, but now they were covered with bruises, but insisted on standing on the horse.

Among them, Christen Mandler, holding a rope in one hand, stood at the forefront of the team on horseback.

The two ends of the rope were respectively tied to the hands of a gagged tall blond boy with a frightened expression on his face, and another woman who looked slightly embarrassed but still had an exquisite figure.

Klay arrived on his horse, and when Krissen saw it, he immediately jumped off his horse.

Since he was still holding the two ropes in his hand, the action of his coming down caused the two people to stagger and almost fell down.

Behind Krissen, the remaining soldiers got off their horses one after another, and then fixed their eyes on the figures of Klay and Krissen.

"I, Christen of the Mandalay family, according to your order, ambushed the enemy with five hundred cavalry."

"We penetrated the enemy's Beida camp, pierced through their army formation from behind, and captured these two people with special identities."

"However, among the elite families who accompanied me on the expedition, none of them survived until now. My lord, they are all warriors. I..."

Krissen spoke impassionedly at the beginning, but later, his tone was so heavy that he kept Snowflakes away from him.

Clay understood, he looked at the appearance of the team behind him, and he knew what happened to them.

Patting on Christen, he said:
"Okay, I know what you want to say, put away your tears, there is no place for you to cry on the battlefield."

"I will take care of their affairs, I swear in the name of the old and new gods."

It's not that he doesn't want to do this, but that they can feel at ease only by saying so.

"Go to rest and take them with you."

"You have completed the task, and the next thing is for me, the commander."

Clay Road.

Then he left with Collison's prize.

No matter what it is to do, it is not suitable now.

After all, Tywin Lannister wouldn't give him any more time.

……

With just one glance, Clay was sure that the two in front of him were Joffrey Baratheon and Cersei Lannister.

After all, unlike Krissen, he had seen these two in Winterfell.

Of course he was deeply impressed, but it's hard to say whether the two "many things in daily life" in front of him can have the slightest impression of him, who was still the size of a sesame mung bean at that time.

Let the guards pull the two of them back.

Now they are still in the front of the army, after all, Krissen just broke out.

So, this place is still not safe.

After finally pinching these two big treasures into his hands, if they were snatched back by the army of the Western Territory, then Clay would be at a loss.

Back in the middle of the rumbling army, Clay didn't have much time to chat with the two men.

He glanced at the two standing in front of his horse, covered in mud and looking like they were in a mess.

The arrogant and domineering captive King Geoffrey Baratheon I was hiding in the arms of the queen mother, Cersei Lannister, trembling visibly.

Seeing Clay stop, the woman Cersei Lannister was more courageous than her king's son. Although she was afraid, she would not lose her composure.

She didn't recognize Clay. After all, they only met once in Winterfell, and the total amounted to less than 10 minutes. It's been more than a year, so it's strange to remember.

Of course she recognized the golden merman banner on Clay's back, and almost every Lannister noble heraldry was good.

But she wasn't sure who Clay was, so she could only tentatively say:

"My lord...my son and I are very cold, can you give us a warm tent?"

She tried her best to show what she thought was the most beautiful smile, although because of nervousness, she completely forgot that her face was now covered with mud.

Clay ignored her, Cersei Lannister was of little value to him, at best it was a bonus of Joffrey Baratheon.

His gaze rested on Joffrey Baratheon's head.

To be precise, it was the crown on his head, which looked unique in the mud.

Quite harsh, and Clay didn't like it, so he said:
"Go, take off his crown, there is no such king in our army."

Unexpectedly, Geoffrey Baratheon, who was cowardly like a poor quail just now, suddenly pressed his crown tightly as if his hair had been plucked, and exclaimed:

"No! No! You...betrayers! No!"

The guard glanced at Clay, and Clay waved his hand, signaling the guard to continue his mission.

Geoffrey Baratheon was completely anxious. Since his hands were tied, the movement of holding the crown was actually very difficult for him.

But he didn't care about it, his eyes were red, and he wanted to bite the guard who was walking towards him.

"Mother... I am the king! They can't do this to me! This is my crown!"

Joffrey was yelling indiscriminately, mingling with the worst obscenities that a pampered man could think of.

But the guard turned a deaf ear, and grabbed Joffrey's weak arms, and the other hand was already touching his head.

"This lord of the Mandalay family...can you give me and my child a face? I know that honor is valued in the north. I, a woman, feel that it is inappropriate for you to do this."

This is polite, but when translated, Cersei means:
What kind of a man is he who bullies women and children?
But Clay wouldn't listen to this kind of nonsense at all. Honor is the entertainment of nobles in peacetime. In war, even if you crawl over it, as long as you bite the opponent's throat, you win.

As a winner, it takes all.

"Save your energy, Cersei Lannister, look at him, he is really the same as in Winterfell, he hasn't improved at all."

"You Lannister family, with such a profound foundation, can actually concoct such a thing to be the king? I really find it difficult to understand your thinking."

"What? What do you think I am doing? Are you going to make him a puppet for the rest of your life? Stop talking nonsense, who of you can live past him?"

As soon as Cersei heard the name of Winterfell, she immediately understood that the person in front of her had seen herself and Joffrey.

Glancing at Klein's greatly changed face, which had completely lost its childishness, a name suddenly flooded into her mind.

"Are you Clay Manderly?"

she exclaimed.

Clay didn't deny it either, and nodded:
"I am, so, I know what you look like, don't put on the airs of the king and queen mother, remember, here, you are just my captives, and captives are not worthy of crowns."

"Guard, take off his crown, immediately!"

……

After Clay dealt with the two identifiable captives, he picked a pale noble from among the captives and asked him to bring the news of his capture of Joffrey and Cersei to Tywin.

The old lion must know the news, but it's good to be disgusted by him.

However, Tywin Lannister was quicker than he thought.

"Magic Mountain" Gregor Clegane went to Krissen's side, trying to save Joffrey, but when he failed, he immediately brought the news back to Tywin Lannister.

And the Duke of the Westland reacted quite quickly, and immediately ordered the Mountain to bring his own army, and all the troops outside the battlefield that would not affect the duel between him and Clay, into Harrenhal, and be sure to capture Rob Stark.

Moreover, it must be alive.

As the most obedient dog, just like the Clegane family crest, "Magic Mountain" moved very quickly, leading people into Harrenhal, where the northern army was fully shrunk.

Due to the fall of the North Gate, the North was actually caught off guard, so their defense line at Harrenhal became extremely deformed.

The north collapsed for thousands of miles and retreated directly to the positions of the central towers, while the east still had considerable troops staying at the east gate.

The situation of Robb Stark affected the nerves of most northern nobles, causing them to temporarily neglect the command of the whole situation.

Thus, the heavy cavalry of the "Magic Mountain" chased the rout soldiers at the north gate, and easily killed them all the way to the five towers in the middle.

At this time, the nobles of the northern border, who had just woken up from a dream, hastily organized troops to resist.

It can be said that right now is the most dangerous time for the northern border in the entire Battle of Harrenhal.

……

South of God's Eye Lake.

With sonic booms all around her ears, Daenerys lay on Drogon's back, squinting at the looming black dot in the clouds ahead.

After flying for so long, Daenerys finally found Gelesos under the leadership of Drogon.

However, the distance was still too far, and Gelesos had never noticed her.

"We found you!"

Daenerys gave a small cheer in her heart.

She saw the huge sparkling lake below her, but since she had never been there before, she was not sure whether the lake in front of her was the famous God's Eye Lake in Westeros.

She already had a hunch that Gelesos might be looking for Clay.

I don't know if such a hasty appearance is a good thing for Clay.

Daenerys murmured inwardly.

……

"Lord Clay, there is news that a banner of the Hound has entered Harrenhal with an army from the West. Where is Your Majesty?"

At the beginning of the war, Clay's side progressed quite smoothly. The army led by Tytos Blackwood broke through the resistance of the remaining western troops and successfully occupied the original camp at the North Gate of the Western Territory.

But Earl Mallister faced greater pressure.

His 3000 men had just arrived and were still in a state of unsteady foothold, when they were attacked by the cavalry who came first from the Dongdaying camp.

Although he has an advantage in numbers, but considering the combat effectiveness, the overall advantage is not obvious.

Therefore, the two sides soon came together in a melee, and this was exactly what Earl Mallister did not want to see.

He didn't complete the blockade task assigned to him by Clay. Less than 1 people from the east approached, and it was difficult to handle the main battlefield.

　Then the code word, the state is really not good, try to make up another chapter at night, I found that I am not suitable for traveling, I ran kilometers in three days, I still feel that my brain is shaking...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)