Ti Meis son Ti Mei was brandishing his longsword.
He was commanding his clansmen to climb and assault a wall that was about to be breached, and his clansmen were climbing and jumping onto the wall one by one.
Suddenly, he heard the loud, prolonged horn blast coming from all directions.
His heart sank.
He suddenly turned his head, looking towards the forest to the east.
In the forest to the east, a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky rose.
His gaze seemed to penetrate through the dense forest.
As if he saw thousands of spears and banners.
The more he looked, the more it seemed to faintly appear.
As if he saw a massive Plainsmen army.
Countless Plainsmen in iron armor.
"Plainsmen reinforcements!...So many people!...Are there really so many people?!" he muttered, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The scale, at least two thousand people!
"Ah—————" Ti Meis son Ti Mei roared in anger, waving his longsword. "Everyone! Get down! Everyone get down!"
"Go!"
"Follow me!"
He had been deceived!
He had been deceived by the Plainsmen!
Anger filled his chest!
Both for the Plainsmen of the Deep Valley who deceived him.
And also for the stone house in front of him!
This stone house was clearly about to fall!
He really wanted to order a continued attack.
But he knew that the tide had turned.
When the large army from the forest arrived.
He would be caught between these two Plainsmen armies!
At that time, the High Mountain Clan would truly be finished!
The wildlings who had already scaled the city wall heard the order to retreat.
They looked at the dust in the distance and understood what it meant.
Their minds all cleared.
They climbed down from the city wall one after another.
Lord Lofo Deep Valley's soldiers dared not stop them.
They could only watch the wildlings leave.
"The reinforcements are here! The reinforcements are here!" On the city wall, a soldier was the first to shout in surprise.
"It's really reinforcements!"
"We are saved!"
The desperate defenders erupted in earth-shattering cheers.
Lord Lofo Deep Valley and He Luo of Deep Valley stood on the city wall.
They watched this dramatic turn of events, dumbfounded.
"Father… Whose army is that?" He Luo of Deep Valley's voice trembled slightly, with both excitement and confusion. "So many people!"
Lord Lofo Deep Valley shook his head; he didn't know either.
But he knew that Deep Valley City had been saved.
This was a miracle!
"Should we charge out and pursue them, Father!" He Luo of Deep Valley's joy was evident on his face.
Lord Lofo Deep Valley sheathed his sword. "No."
He always felt something was strange!
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Arthur's army in the forest.
They were running frantically everywhere, desperately scattering dust.
They were obeying Lord Arthur's strange orders.
Running back and forth within the designated forest area.
Each person held a huge bundle of dry grass, desperately kicking up the dust collected from the ground.
Hakon roared beside the team, "Faster! Let all that dust fly up, fly into the sky!" He himself grabbed a bundle of dry grass and fanned it vigorously.
The soldiers gasped for breath, coughing constantly, feeling like their noses were full of the blown-up, floating dust.
Sweat soaked their makeshift armor, mixing with the raised dust.
It smeared mud on their faces and bodies.
As if their entire bodies had just rolled in the mud and gotten up.
They didn't understand the meaning of doing this.
But Lord Arthur had just led them to an incredible victory.
Using a flood to drown enemies several times their number.
Any of his orders, no matter how strange.
Would be executed without fail.
Besides people, there were also some livestock gathered from nearby mixed in with the team.
They had burned down all the villages before.
All the livestock had been killed.
So now they needed human effort to stir up the dust.
There were too few livestock!
These animals were driven, beaten, and slashed by the soldiers with their weapons.
They ran in terror and neighed in the forest.
Their discordant cries mixed with the soldiers' shouts, footsteps, and the sound of rising dust.
Creating a massive, chaotic illusion.
"My lord… what are we… cough cough cough… cough cough cough… doing?" Lucien moved closer to Arthur, his body and face also covered in dust.
His voice was hoarse from inhaling too much dust.
He coughed continuously.
Bronn also came closer, leaning against a tree.
He had just experienced a life-and-death battle, and he was still injured, but his spirits were excellent.
Perhaps the heads of those three tribal chiefs gave him bragging rights for his future in Westeros.
As well as the pay Arthur had calculated for him.
He was very happy now and not stingy with advice.
Bronn spoke, his tone as if mocking a fool: "Idiot! Your lord is creating a commotion to scare the wildlings!"
"The wildlings think we are numerous! So we need to show them we are strong and well-equipped!"
Lucien blushed at the teasing, but looked at Bronn gratefully.
To follow Lord Arthur, he had to learn these things.
He couldn't be a fool.
Arthur turned his head and glanced at Bronn. "You think this isn't clever enough?"
"Clever?" Bronn scoffed. "I only see a bunch of people working hard to make a mess of themselves, and also making a mess of poor livestock."
"If I were a wildling, I'd keep attacking the city!"
"And then discover you're just bluffing! Then! Hey!"
Arthur gave him a sidelong glance: "A normal person wouldn't do that."
Bronn's smile stopped. He knew Arthur's method was effective and didn't intend to joke anymore.
"What if the Deep Valley City defenders charge out to pursue the wildlings, what do you plan to do?!" Bronn sneered. "Or what if the wildlings charge directly at us?!"
Now it was Arthur's turn to look at him as if he were an idiot:
"If they charge out, what does that have to do with me?"
"If they come at us, we just retreat."
Bronn:......
Bronn pondered.
If he could really break the siege of Deep Valley City in this way.
Then this young man's reputation would probably resound throughout the Riverlands, and even further.
Leading three hundred farmers.
Defeating over thirteen hundred High Mountain Clan members repeatedly.
Killing half the enemy, and even cleverly lifting the siege of Deep Valley City.
And he himself, as a wildling chief hunter, would indeed gain fame alongside him.
Everything this young man had told him initially had come true.
Money and fame.
Thinking of this, Bronn got up and ran into the distance.
Behind him, Arthur looked at Bronn's back: "Where are you going?"
"Hunting the chief!" Bronn tossed his dagger a few times in his hand.
"Come back! I have a task for you!" Arthur coldly ordered.
"Clang!"
The dagger fell to the ground, and Bronn stiffly turned around, looking at Arthur.
"You are familiar with the terrain around Deep Valley City and understand the habits of the wildlings." Arthur looked at him. "I want you to take some men and get ahead of the wildlings!"
"Constantly create a commotion near them! As if our vanguard is always following them!"
"That way they won't come back!"
"Once they've gone far enough! You come back!"
"By then, even if they realize it and come back, it'll be useless!"
Bronn frowned: "What if the wildlings charge at me and get entangled? I won't be responsible for your men!"
"I trust your ability, Bronn!" Arthur showed a strange smile. "You always find a way to escape in the most dangerous situations, don't you?"
Bronn pouted, noncommittally.
He could tell.
Arthur's words were both teasing and threatening him.