The line formed by the veteran soldiers was like a wheat field hit by a Flood when facing the charge of the Mountain's heavy armored troops.
The moment the two sides clashed, Jon could even hear the dense sound of spears breaking in the hands of the veterans.
The cracking sounds were grating to the teeth.
Although the veteran soldiers were not afraid of death and had tenacious fighting will, this could not make up for the disparity in equipment and physical strength.
The Mountain's heavy armored troops had plenty of formation-breaking knights.
Wielding long lances and greatswords, they easily tore through the veterans' defenses like sharks tearing flesh.
"Kill! Kill them all!"
The Mountain, who had recovered by then, stood up.
His tall figure was noticed immediately.
However, his condition was not good; an arrow was deeply embedded in his eye socket.
Blood flowed, covering most of his face.
At first glance, this man looked as terrifying as a devil crawling out of hell.
"Seven Hells!"
"Mountain God!"
"Gods!"
In Jon's army, soldiers expressed different exclamations due to their different beliefs, but they all conveyed the same meaning: this man was too fierce.
They had never seen such a fierce warrior.
They did not know that the Mountain's long-term use of milk of the poppy had gradually caused his sense of pain to disappear.
Being shot blind in one eye seemed to be nothing to him.
And this blinded eye completely enraged the Mountain; he began to charge recklessly, even directly knocking aside the soldiers blocking his path.
He wanted to rush to Jon and cut off his head.
Now the Mountain's entire army was in a frenzy, completely unaware that a trap lay ahead.
The veteran soldiers defended while retreating, while Jon calculated the heavy armored soldiers who had entered the oil trap.
Fifty... eighty... one hundred thirty... one hundred seventy... two hundred ten... When more than half of the Mountain's troops stepped into the trap Jon had set for them, the surrounding ambushers immediately began to close in from both sides.
"Jon!" Sola handed a longbow and a burning arrow to Jon.
Jon drew his bow and nocked an arrow, while saying expressionlessly.
The burning arrow shot out, like a meteor streaking across the night.
Boom—
A massive orange-yellow fireball exploded among the Mountain's armored troops.
Burning oil splattered everywhere, landing on the armor of the surrounding heavy armored soldiers.
Soon, the rest of the oil pots were ignited one by one, and the Mountain could no longer maintain his charging formation, only able to frantically reorganize his soldiers.
He could even see Jon standing there, just dozens of steps away from him.
Those short dozens of steps, which he could normally cross in the blink of an eye.
But now it seemed like a chasm separated them.
"Jon—"
The Mountain roared unwillingly in Jon's direction.
He knew that if he didn't retreat, all these men would probably perish here.
These heavy armored soldiers were built by Tywin at great expense.
If they were lost, he might as well not live.
The Mountain once again chose to 'cut off his tail to survive,' leading over two hundred heavy armored soldiers to charge at Jon's encirclement.
The encirclement instantly crumbled under his charge, a sight that made Jon's brow twitch.
No matter how brilliant a commander's tactics were, they still required sufficiently excellent soldiers to execute them and enough equipment and supplies to support them.
If he also had a heavy armored force, the Mountain would absolutely not be able to rampage as he was now.
However, he would have one soon; Jon was absolutely covetous of the equipment of this heavy armored force!
"Harken, they're trying to escape to the west. Take men to set up a sandbag position; don't let them cross!"
"Yes!"
The Mountain's armor was indeed heavy, and his soldiers were strong enough, but Jon's side had more people.
He could use manpower to wear down their lives.
Those heavy armors were truly appealing! He truly coveted them!
Soon, the Mountain, having broken out of the encirclement, breathed the cold air around him, trying to calm down, but the intense pain from his eye socket kept his mind on the verge of collapse.
And at this moment, his headache seemed to flare up again; he heard strange howls constantly coming from all around.
"My Lord, those seem to be wildlings from the Mountain Clans!"
"Mountain Clans? Haven't they all joined us already!?" the Mountain said irritably.
Pimpleface thought that Tyrion had clearly said 'most' of the clans, not 'all,' but given the Mountain's current mental state, he dared not argue.
"Charge through!"
This notoriously fierce minion of Tywin had now given up thinking, only wanting to smash his way forward with his solid, heavy armor.
But when they reached the western escape route, they found that a group of people was already waiting for them there.
The Mountain, seeing their ordinary equipment, didn't pay them any mind and led the charge.
But he soon realized something was wrong; the ground was unexpectedly covered with sandbags, which caused him to lose balance when stepped on, and crossing them would greatly deplete his physical strength.
And the archer positions opposite were already ready.
The Mountain, due to his height and long legs, was not greatly affected, but the soldiers behind him could not be like him.
He had no choice but to retreat again, and his team of over two hundred people shrank further.
As for those who fell behind due to exhaustion, they were like wild boars being caught by the Northern and clan soldiers, their visors pulled open, and stabbed fiercely with daggers.
The Mountain moved to several different locations consecutively, but every breakthrough point was filled with sandbags.
At this point, let alone the ordinary heavy armored soldiers, even his own face was a little pale.
His heart beat like a war drum in his chest, making a thumping sound, and his greedy breathing seemed to want to suck the air dry around him.
"My Lord!" Suddenly, Pimpleface pointed to the continuously gathering Northern Army soldiers in the distance, indicating.
The Mountain turned his head, only to see that the Northern Army soldiers were actually carrying sandbags to further strengthen their defenses; they seemed to know where he was going to escape, even though he always left some men to cover his retreat each time.
But it seemed completely useless! They could always build a defensive line one step ahead of him.
The Mountain didn't understand how they could pinpoint his location in the dark; he looked around and found that there were only just over a hundred heavy armored men left around him.
Their sparse appearance was a far cry from the initial five hundred-plus.
The soldiers were even more exhausted, looking miserable and pathetic.
By now, dawn was breaking, and the Mountain knew that once it was fully light, they would completely lose their chance to escape.
And the reason these Northern Army soldiers were able to precisely block the Mountain's path was precisely because of Jon's command.
Now, seeing that the Mountain had been forced into a dead end, Jon decided to launch a general offensive to completely sever Tywin's most capable arm.
Just as he was driving his army to prepare for the encirclement, he suddenly discovered, through Gods Perspective, a unit of about a hundred men rushing towards his direction.
The leader seemed to be Martin, and it looked like he was coming to support him, which raised Jon's evaluation of him.
At least he wasn't the kind of idiot who would order to wait for rescue in place; this way, it seemed he could also entrust him with important tasks.
However, now was not the time to chat with him; Jon did not wait for him to converge before setting off, but instead directly led his army to pounce on the Mountain's remnants.