The Mountain shouted, "Sir Edmure, if you have any evidence that I am the arsonist of the plains, then arrest me and send me to His Majesty the King in the town of Harlowe, so that Duke Renly may judge me."
"I have no evidence!" Edmure Tully said coldly.
The Mountain's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Since there is no evidence, Sir Edmure, please step aside. Do you want the Westerlands and the Riverlands to go to war?"
"The Demon Mountain, the arsonist on the plains—if it wasn't you, who else could it be?"
"It can be anyone but me!"
"Anyone? Who else but you would have the audacity to do such a heinous thing? I've thought about it for a long time, and I still can't figure it out."
"So what?"
"If I can't figure it out, then you must have started the fire!"
The Mountain laughed loudly: "Sir Edmure, you have no evidence to prove that I killed the person, and you have no evidence to prove that I didn't kill the person, but someone died here, so you want to kill me? Is that your logic?"
Edmure coldly replied, "No!"
"Since that's not the case, then Sir Edmure, please step aside and return our horses, saddles, food, and wine."
What if I don't?
"Then you will definitely regret it!" Demon Mountain said decisively.
Edmure laughed loudly: "The Mountain, I know you are incredibly strong and no one can challenge you, but if you manage to fight your way out today, I will kill myself in front of you."
"Are you really going to do this?" the Demon Mountain suddenly shouted, his voice like a thunderclap in the sky.
Edmure's thousand-plus warriors were all startled, their expressions changing slightly.
The roar of the Demon Mountain was as powerful as thunder, chilling all who heard it!
"Mountain, hand over your sword, take off your armor, and drop your banner, and I will order my soldiers to return your horses to you."
"What if I don't!"
"You will hand it over, I'm sure of it!" Edmure shouted. "Archers, prepare!"
On the east and west sides, more than 600 archers drew their bows and aimed at Demon Mountain and his brothers.
"If the Mountain dares to move, shoot him dead!" Edmure Tully said coldly.
"Ho!" Several centurions and over six hundred archers roared in unison!
This roar was no less powerful than the exhilarating shout that Demon Mountain had just given.
"Cavalry, prepare to offer a toast to Lord Mountain!" Edmure shouted.
The cavalry from both the east and west sides galloped out together, took the oil barrels off their horses, and rode like dragons, passing by Mo Shan and the others not far away, dropping the oil barrels in their hands.
One after another, barrels of kerosene were thrown to the ground, the wooden barrels breaking open and black kerosene splattering everywhere. A strong smell of crude oil filled the air.
More than four hundred cavalrymen were well-organized, with the east and west teams passing each other in a continuous procession. Right in front of the Demon Mountain, they threw down hundreds of barrels of oil.
Even if the Demon Mountain wanted to rush over and get close to Edmure, it would be impossible. The oil was slippery; a large area of oil would cause anyone to slip and fall, and they might only be able to slide away by skimming the ground. But the moment they moved, hundreds of arrows would whistle in and turn them all into pincushions.
Edmund is not the pale-faced, thin, cowardly, and reckless guy in the TV series. He is brave and resourceful, with a thick beard, a rugged temperament, and a face with a firm, rock-like profile.
Four hundred cavalrymen threw down barrels of oil, and the cavalry on the east and west sides switched positions. The eastern cavalry moved to the west, and the western cavalry moved to the east. The east and west cavalry switched positions, and the formation remained perfectly orderly, showing that the Tully family and the family guards of the noble sons summoned by Edmure were well-trained.
"The Mountain, I'm giving you one last chance," Edmure said calmly. "Three hundred years ago, Toren Stark, King in the North, knelt before Aegon the Conqueror and his dragons right here. Today, I don't want you to kneel; I want your sword! Don't think that just because you can deceive Eddard Stark and my father, Hoster Tully, I won't dare to deal with you. A villain like you who has committed countless evil deeds needs a warning! If you dare to do it again, you will surely die!"
"Very well, Edmure, what will you do if I don't hand over the sword?" the Mountain roared.
"You will be killed for attacking the owner of the Riverlands' Kneeling Inn and many of the Riverlands' noble heirs. I assure you, in the name of the Seven Gods and the Tully family, that I will kill you and all your dogs here at the Kneeling Inn in self-defense and to stop evil! Last chance, hand over your sword!" Edmure raised his hand high.
The Mountain turned to his thirty bristling brothers and said in a low voice, "Brothers, I assure you, I will make Edmure Tully kneel down and kowtow to us in apology! And that time will come soon, but today, we need to take a step back for now!"
His stern and ruthless gaze stopped several brothers who wanted to rush out. He turned around, unsheathed his greatsword, and threw it to the ground: "Edmour, you've won!"
The brothers unsheathed their longswords and threw them forcefully to the ground!
Edmure Tully burst into laughter.
His generals and centurions also burst into laughter.
More than a thousand soldiers burst into laughter!
The once invincible Demon Mountain surrendered before them!
This news will spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms, and Edmure and his noble followers will have something to boast about for the rest of their lives and something to talk about at the dinner table.
Edmure rode his horse to the edge of the oily zone, where warriors immediately brought out straw mats and laid them on the oily zone. A hundred-man squad of soldiers stepped over the straw mats, came to the Mountain and his men, and took the longswords that the Mountain and his men had dropped on the ground.
The Demon Mountain's greatsword, along with its scabbard, was too heavy, over two meters long, and could not be carried on the back of any soldier unless two people lifted it. So a horse was led over and carried away the Demon Mountain's greatsword.
"Mountain, and your armor!" Edmure laughed. He was extremely pleased; the pent-up anger from the fire that had been set on the plains finally found an outlet here.
The Mountain removed his plate armor, revealing a layer of soft armor beneath, the strongest protective armor in the Seven Kingdoms. The plate armor was slammed to the ground with a resounding crash, like a boulder falling, shaking the earth. Edmure and his generals were all terrified.
Half an hour later, the Mountain and his men, dressed in only light clothing and riding bareback—no saddles on their backs, hence the name "bareback horses"—passed in front of Edmure's army, disappearing into the deepening night amidst Edmure's light laughter and the jeers and clamor of over a thousand soldiers.
Edmure's voice lashed out at the Mountain and his men like a whip: "Mountain, I will send scouts to follow you all the way. If you dare to steal food along the way, I will lead my army to catch up with you and, in self-defense and to stop the evil that is happening, kill you all!"
In his smugness, Edmund was completely unaware that he had made a grave mistake and there was no turning back!