The storm had arrived, and Gendry had stirred up a black storm.
Gendry raised his mace, skillfully attacking left and right.
Horses neighed, and Longspear, with the rest of the Wolf Pack Company cavalry, charged forward with him.
The Wolf Pack skillfully cut through the formation, and those reckless individuals who had charged the shield wall were all annihilated.
"Damn it! It's the Butter-King!"
"It's the Commander-in-Chief of the Wolf Pack Company!" The Free Mercenaries from Myr cried out in terror.
The head wolf on horseback was awe-inspiring; he was tall and robust, his deep blue eyes like the azure sea, and his raised mace emitted a cold, eerie glow, as if bringing a greeting from death.
The Mercenaries were not foolish; they didn't believe their heads were harder than those of the Meereen Gladiators or the Unsullied.
"Run!" Qobo no longer paid attention to the battlefield formation, quickly abandoning his impressive setup to flee for his life.
The moment he saw the Butter-King, his soul had already flown away.
He felt like a coward, unable to join the bloody war any longer.
Supported by the remaining Unsullied and Meereen Gladiators, Qobo completely abandoned the vanguard surrounded by the Wolf Pack Knights, leading the Mercenaries to flee the battlefield like a crazed horse.
The rear formation scattered like birds and beasts, leaving hundreds of Free Knights, Brave Companions, and Unsullied from the vanguard to the Wolf Pack and the Free Army.
"Draw bows! Fire!" Black Billy and the Arrow Maker urgently directed the archer units on the hill, launching another volley of arrows at the Myrish forces in front of the shield formation.
Many horses cried out in pain, warhorses neighed wildly left and right, some even collapsed heavily to the ground, and Free Mercenaries who couldn't dodge in time were crushed beneath the warhorses, facing certain death.
While the shield wall had not yet been broken, Gendry and the cavalry charged in together.
A Free Mercenary bravely rushed towards Gendry.
Gendry swung his mace, striking the soldier's cheek, piercing through the faceguard, bone, and blood, and the Mercenary immediately fell to the ground.
But Gendry did not stop; his gaze was fixed on the Brave Companions and the Unsullied, as they were the strongest unit, and he intended to smash the heads of the Myrish.
Seeing the unfavorable situation, Varg immediately turned his Brave Companions around.
The moment Varg turned, the entire attacking vanguard formation instantly collapsed, and all the Free Knights immediately fled.
They looked back, only to find that Commander Qobo's reserve force had already vanished.
Only twenty Unsullied remained, holding their short swords and spears, continuing to charge the shield formation.
"Dong!" "Dong!" The shield formation regained its solidity, pushing forward like an unyielding rock.
The Unsullied retreated step by step but still maintained their formation.
They fought to the death, but unfortunately, there were only twenty Unsullied, completely unable to turn the tide.
"Don't mind those foolish Unsullied; first, kill the Goat and his rotten soldiers," Gendry ordered, and Longspear immediately understood his meaning.
Varg was too conspicuous; his Goat helmet was instantly recognizable.
He rode a black and white striped zebra.
The Goat was tall and gaunt, like a rusty longsword.
Varg also had a goatee and wore a necklace made of coins, all from places he had fought.
Varg wore a black robe over chainmail and lobster gauntlets.
Gendry charged in with a roar, and Varg hurriedly swung his longsword, attempting to block.
But Gendry paid no mind to his block; Gendry's first hammer blow already left Varg swaying, feeling as if his arm had been crushed by a boulder.
"Kid, kid, kid! I misjudged you!" Varg roared.
Varg began hacking at Gendry's head and shoulders, mace and longsword clashing together, making the sound of steel impacting.
Varg had participated in many battles; although he was a scoundrel and a villain, he had a lot of experience on the battlefield, his sword strikes were fierce and deadly, and his movements were nimble and agile.
Unfortunately, in the face of sheer power, these seemed to have little effect.
Especially now that he was in an ambush, Varg could never fully concentrate.
Varg briefly glanced at the other parts of the battlefield.
He saw his comrades being relentlessly cut down by the frenzied Northmen; the Northmen's heavily armored Knights, like Steel Fist, crushed the Brave Companions and those Free Mercenaries.
Varg's longsword slashed wildly in a panic but was blocked by Gendry's tough black scale armor.
Without a valyrian steel sword, most longswords in the world found it difficult to deal with heavily armored Knights.
"Die!" The fierce flames of war burned between the Black Deer and the Goat, two mortal enemies meeting.
Gendry launched a furious attack, finding that blacksmith's feeling, letting the power flow through.
With blow after heavy blow, Gendry's heavy hammer knocked off the Goat's helmet, revealing the Goat's ugly, blood-stained long face.
Gendry saw Goat Varg's terrified face, his thin face, his goatee, his fearful eyes; it turned out that even a murderous demon was terrified before death.
"Forgive me! Black Goat God!" Varg said devoutly.
"Bang!" Gendry's hammer smashed onto Varg's forehead, the wound deep to the bone, blood, brain tissue, and bone fragments all shattering and spraying out; the blood mist was so terrifying, blossoming on the battlefield.
Varg's body instantly collapsed, dead beyond dead.
The poor zebra lost its master and neighed as well, until it was pierced by an arrow.
"The Goat is dead!" "The Goat is dead!" Gendry shouted loudly, his voice like iron, echoing across the battlefield.
The remaining Mercenaries, like an avalanche, all scattered like headless flies, in utter panic.
Commander Qobo had already fled, and now the Goat was also dead.
"You killed the captain, you lunatic!" "The Jester" Shagwell rushed out from some corner.
He wore clothes mixed with green and pink, with chainmail underneath.
The Jester liked to tell cruel jokes and used a three-headed flail as his weapon.
The Jester swung his weapon with fierce momentum, and Gendry still wielded his mace, but the three-headed flail wrapped around his mace.
The Jester was overjoyed at this sight, "Die, wolf cub!" The Jester then pulled out a black dagger from his person, intending to stab it into the joints of Gendry's armor.
"Whoosh!" Gendry, however, let go of his mace; he still had an arakh on him.
The arakh let out a sharp whistle, instantly slicing off the Jester's head; this time, the Jester who loved to tell cruel jokes was finally unable to speak.
"Kill all the Brave Companions!" "Kill all the Brave Companions!"
"Long live the Wolf Pack!" "Long live the Wolf Pack!"
The Knights of the Wolf Pack Company charged repeatedly like Steel Fist, until they ensured all surrounded enemies were eliminated.
Caught deep in the assault were the Brave Companions; this army of criminals and scum met its end.
The Knights, like Iron Hammer, deeply crushed the battlefield, repeatedly plowing through.
"Surrender!"
"We surrender!" The Free Mercenaries threw down their weapons one after another, regretting taking on this mission; although the pay was generous, it was a matter of life and death.