Blazing battle fire ignited around Gendry. He swung his mace and charged into the Second Sons.
Gendry was a tall and powerful Knight, and so were the Wolf Pack Company Knights behind him, just as people imagined Northern warriors. He was simply more valiant and stronger. He was a descendant of the Storm, and he would bring greetings from the Storm.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Cat's Company had not expected the Wolf Pack Company to launch such a ferocious frontal assault at dawn. After a moment of panic, a volley of powerful arrows did not slow the Wolf Pack Company's advance. Although Bloodbeard was cruel, he had a lot of combat experience.
"Long live the Wolf Pack!" The Wolf Pack Company's Knights gathered under the Wolf Pack banner, each clad in black or greyish-white plate armor and scale armor. This was a privilege perhaps only afforded to House Stark of the North, but in the wealthy Disputed Lands, the Wolf Pack Company achieved heavy armored fists.
Amidst the desolate sound of war horns, Gendry, leading the Spear's arrowhead formation, was unstoppable, successfully cutting through the Second Sons' formation.
"Bang!" The warhammer in Gendry's hand was heavy and powerful, whether he was defending or attacking. Along the way, Gendry's warhammer brought only death. Second Sons' Knights blocking his path were often smashed in the head or had their chests caved in, with broken ribs and hearts.
Gendry crushed all Knights who dared to resist; he only sought slaughter. Crushing heads, crushing hearts or throats, and spines. Every swing of his hammer was perfectly executed, as if he had practiced it a thousand times. Just like blacksmithing, but unfortunately, people are not steel and simply cannot withstand it.
The horses were famous Dornish steeds, the men were Storm warriors. Horizontal chops, heavy hammers, blocks, defenses, counterattacks—every attack from the stag was simple and clear, yet it contained the true essence of a warrior. It was nothing more than being faster, higher, stronger, and more powerful than others.
In all human professions, talent is important, and training is also very important. Training methodically can make one a first-rate master, but to be a super-elite, a bit of talent is needed. In combat, Gendry possessed super-elite talent, along with countless hours of training, making it possible for him to become a beacon among warriors.
"Long live the Wolf Pack!" The Wolf Pack Knights were killing with fervor, and the Second Sons had already scattered and collapsed. The Second Sons' equipment was too poor; their gear was not outstanding.
Upon seeing those fierce Wolf Pack Knights, the Second Sons' Knights began to flee in all directions. Although the Second Sons were not good at frontal confrontation, their escape skills were quite formidable.
"Organize, organize the defense line!" Mero, the Commander-in-Chief of the Second Sons, shouted loudly, while also sending someone to seek protection from Cat's Company.
"Useless! A bunch of useless people!" The broken sword banner fluttered in the wind as the Second Sons' riders fled in disarray with their banner. The Second Sons' defense line was crumbling, and the Wolf Pack infantry, wielding shields, also pressed out from Firegrass Manor, with Free Army warriors forming up behind them.
Bloodbeard finally made up his mind; he couldn't watch the Second Sons be annihilated, as it would shake morale. Unfortunately, the Spear Company couldn't be deployed.
"Go rescue the Second Sons, I want them alive!" Bloodbeard dispatched one hundred fifty riders and several hundred Free Mercenaries to support the Second Sons.
"The rest of the cavalry and infantry, press forward with me. Once the Unsullied tortoise shield formation is set up, we're completely finished. Press forward, break through the front. Those few hundred cavalry, even if they defeat the Second Sons, they will have lost everything."
Mero, the Bastard of the Titan, looked at the fleeing or collapsing Second Sons' warriors. This was an army of sly ones, failures, and deceivers, but it was also his hope.
Mero yelled and screamed, desperately calling for help.
But the Bastard of the Titan, wearing chainmail, still drew attention. Mero came from Braavos, was tall, had light green eyes, and a thick, waist-length red-gold beard.
Longspear charged over, bringing a whirlwind of death, thrusting towards the Commander-in-Chief of the Second Sons.
"Damn it, where's Cat's Company! That bastard Bloodbeard!" Mero was both angry and enraged, drawing his steel sword and shouting. He raised his shield to block Longspear's incessant thrusts. But despite Mero's parrying, he was struck in the right armpit, and blood immediately flowed out.
"Bastard!" The Bastard of the Titan felt some difficulty and pain, and his speed slightly decreased. But Longspear's whistling continued to rush towards him.
Mero raised his shield, but Longspear deftly shifted position, piercing a piece of flesh in his throat. The Bastard of the Titan was terrified and also prepared to flee to Cat's Company in the center.
But a black steed, at some unknown moment, blocked Mero's path. The head wolf, from beneath his crude iron mask, wielded his mace, pressing down with an unstoppable force.
The wounded Mero endured the pain and blocked the first hammer blow. The sword in Mero's hand was crushed by this heavy force and fell directly to the ground. Gendry's consecutive heavy hammer blows were even more powerful than the first. The warhammer smashed open Mero's helmet and shattered Mero's head. Blood, brains, and bone fragments flew into the air, and Mero fell like a small mountain.
"The Bastard of the Titan is dead!"
"The Bastard of the Titan is dead!"
The Knights of Cat's Company and the Free Knights who came as reinforcements saw the bloody scene and dared not advance, only able to assist in gathering the remaining troops. When the Second Sons finally rearranged their defense line, the Wolf Pack Knights suddenly changed direction, charging towards the Three Daughters of Myr.
The Wolf Pack Company's heavy armored Knights, like a storm, overwhelmed the Second Sons, Free Mercenaries, and slave soldiers guarding the Three Daughters' catapults.
"We surrender!" "We surrender!" The slaves shouted, starting to aim their weapons at the Second Sons and Free Mercenaries.
The Wolf Pack Company's Knights, like a howling storm, easily defeated those guarding the catapults, pulling down the catapult "Wolfslayer" with chains. The slave soldiers also voluntarily toppled "Glory of Myr" and "Lady of Myr."
All the Free Mercenaries scattered and fled, while the Second Sons' Mercenaries, led by others, surrendered to Gendry along with the fleeing slaves.
The leading Second Sons' Mercenary had a broad face, a brown complexion, a broken nose, thick grey hair, and a pair of black almond-shaped eyes inherited from his dothraki mother, with some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
"We surrender to the great liberator, the head wolf. The Commander-in-Chief of the Wolf Pack Company and the Free Army!"
"Who are you?" Gendry asked.
"I am Ben Plumm, a humble member of the Second Sons. My comrades love me and have me surrender to the Wolf King!"
"Very good, Mero is dead. Put away your banners and attack Cat's Company with me. Your escape skills are not bad, but now I want you to attack!" Gendry pointed his Iron Hammer at Brown Ben.
"The Wolf King can rest assured, the Second Sons will always be with the victors," Brown Ben shouted.
Everyone galloped wildly towards the rear of Cat's Company and the Free Mercenaries ahead. The battle fire burned ever fiercer.
The desolate sound of horns rang out, and the warriors' voices were like thunder. The Longbowmen and shieldmen in the west, arranged by the Arrow Maker, unleashed a rain of arrows, while the shield formation in the east was fully formed, and the Spear formation pressed irresistibly towards Bloodbeard.
And the Three Daughters—the fall of the three catapults dealt a fatal blow to the morale of the Myrish. Many Free Mercenaries had already broken through the control of the Myrish military supervisors and scattered to flee.
"Useless!" "Useless!" Bloodbeard's eyes were bloodshot, and he was furious.
"The catapults just fell! Are the Second Sons and that bunch of Free Mercenaries and slave soldiers all useless?" Bloodbeard shouted. He felt that the formation was on the verge of collapse, and instead, Cat's Company was about to be wiped out.
"The Second Sons have defected! From behind, they've cut off our retreat with the Wolf Pack and slave soldiers!"
"Commander-in-Chief, Longspear, the Spear Company has also started attacking us!"
Bloodbeard's vision went black. He had known all along that these people were unreliable; he should have waited. Waited for the more powerful Windblown or Golden Company.
"Commander-in-Chief, let's retreat!"
"Morale is wavering; if this continues, we will all die here!"
"Retreat!" Bloodbeard gritted his teeth. Fleeing was better than total annihilation.
"Bad news, bad news! The scouts in the rear saw banners; they belong to the Golden Company, and they've even deployed Elephants!"
"What!" Bloodbeard looked back in a hurry; this message was even more fatal.
Those banners with skulls fluttering in the wind became gradually clearer in Bloodbeard's sight, and the stout Elephants.
The Golden Company had rejected the Myrish attack and instead joined the embrace of the Wolf Pack.
It's over, completely over! Bloodbeard's body trembled.
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