The knight who was dragged off his horse was still dazed when his visor was lifted and a dagger plunged into his head.
He hadn't heard of such a fierce person in the North!
The first row of charging cavalry and knights were also startled by Jon, this fierce person who appeared out of nowhere.
However, they were cavalry after all, and there were over a hundred more people charging behind them, so they still broke through Jon's first line of defense.
But by the second line, things started to go wrong.
The Northern Army soldiers behind Jon, inspired by him, all burst forth with renewed fighting power.
Coupled with this cavalry's slight underestimation of the enemy, and the high slope delaying their charge.
They retreated in a panic after suffering dozens of casualties.
"Long live Jon! Long live the White Wolf!"
A cheer erupted from the small position.
The Northern Army soldiers fleeing nearby, seeing that they had actually stopped the cavalry's charge, also rushed over.
"They actually held them off!"
That scene just now somewhat challenged Howland Reed's perception.
He was a man of the Neck, his fiefdom in the southernmost part of the North, and he was the last to join Robb's army.
He had long heard of Jon's martial prowess, but he thought it must have been exaggerated, but seeing it today, those guys' descriptions seemed not accurate enough.
But with the battle reaching this point, could Jon turn the tide?
That's right! His Flood!
Howland Reed suddenly remembered Jon's previously mocked and controversial suggestion.
But looking around, he didn't see any signs of a Flood.
Howland Reed, with his extraordinary eyesight, looked into the distance and saw the Mountain still fighting, or more accurately, wantonly slaughtering the retreating Northern Army soldiers.
He was, at most, half an hour away from Fisheaters Hill.
Perhaps the heavy armored units' movement speed might be slightly slower, but even the recently assembled Northern Army elites couldn't stop them, so with Jon's hastily established defense... the final outcome was not difficult to estimate.
"Maintain formation! Maintain formation!"
Jon, of course, could also think of this, and he was constantly adjusting and reinforcing the formation according to the soldiers' condition.
Newly joined soldiers meant a thicker defensive line, but also a more conspicuous target.
The soldiers behind Jon quickly grew from a thousand to over fifteen hundred.
And that number was still increasing.
Looking around, the surrounding Northern Army deserters almost formed a trend.
It was as if Jon's position was a giant magnet attracting them.
However, more people were not always better for defending a position; Jon needed to assign them to different positions according to their different conditions.
The repeated shouting made his voice somewhat hoarse.
Because the headache was that many injured soldiers were coming to seek refuge!
The commotion on Jon's side quickly attracted the attention of the Mountain in the distance.
He was already tall, and he could see further than others.
When he saw such a line of retreating soldiers, unwilling to fail, he immediately became excited like a bandit seeing a virgin.
Not only the Mountain, but Tyrion, who was excitedly chasing and trying to capture a knight, also noticed the commotion on Jon's side.
"Black background, white wolf banner?" Tyrion's large head spun rapidly, unable to recall which family's emblem this was.
First, the wolf naturally corresponded to Stark.
But could he not recognize the Stark banner?
"Stark's bastard?" Bronn reminded him from the side.
"Bastard?" Tyrion immediately thought of Jon, but quickly shook his head; he had seen Jon stay at the Wall with his own eyes.
Stark was particularly strict about this; if he really left the Wall without permission, he would definitely be beheaded upon his return.
And listening to Tyrion's explanation, Bronn was unconvinced.
But there was no point in thinking about whether it was Jon resisting; defeat him, capture him, and then everything would be known.
"Look! The Mountain is already coming!" Bronn said, pointing to the Mountain in the distance.
Although continuous charges had caused attrition among the heavy cavalry, they were still a force that could continue to run rampant on the battlefield.
Their movements also attracted the attention of countless people.
When the Western Army and Northern Army soldiers clearly saw the direction their opponents were advancing, a brief silence actually fell over the vast battlefield.
"Tear them apart!!!"
In the eyes of the Western Army, the defense line Jon had built was insignificant.
It was nothing more than a dying struggle.
Tyrion, meanwhile, stared intently at the fresh banner.
He didn't know why he had a ridiculous premonition that the Mountain would not be able to break through his formation.
But soon the Mountain launched his charge, and that terrifying momentum quickly shattered this ridiculous premonition.
But just then, Tyrion suddenly noticed that the smell of blood lingering in his nostrils had significantly diminished.
A strong surge of water vapor swept over.
With a rumbling sound of water, Tyrion witnessed an unforgettable sight.
A wave of water, more than a man's height, with yellow foam, swept across the entire battlefield.
It spared neither friend nor foe; whether Western Army or Northern Army soldiers, all who were hit were knocked off their feet and horses.
'The dam broke?! At this time!'
The sudden intrusion of the water flow elevated the chaos of the battlefield to another level.
At the edge of the battlefield at this moment, the pursuers stopped pursuing and began to run in the opposite direction, while the fleeing soldiers continued to flee, and ran even faster.
The Mountain, who was rushing to the charging point, also discovered the incoming water flow.
The rolling Green Fork river water not only failed to extinguish his fighting spirit but made him feel irritable and angry.
They were on horseback, so the water wouldn't drown them, but it would greatly reduce the force of their charge.
Seeing the water already covering the horses' hooves, he had to consider whether to continue attacking or retreat.
"Quick! Quick, tell the Mountain and them to retreat!" Tyrion, having realized the situation, shouted to Bronn. Bronn looked troubled, and Tyrion immediately said, "I'll pay you more!"
Tyrion was so anxious because he knew that once the Mountain's invincible attack was thwarted, it would be a huge boost to the Northern Army's morale.
The battlefield, which had seemingly been decided, would become unpredictable.
And hearing the words "pay more," Bronn put on his helmet and galloped towards the Mountain's troops.
At this moment, at Jon's position, everyone was racing against time, ready to face the terrifying charge of the Mountain's heavy armored units.
When Mege Seven saw the Mountain's heavy armored units heading in his direction, he almost felt his legs go soft and collapse.
He was heard muttering something.
"It's over, we're finished, the Mountain is charging over."
And those retreating soldiers, upon learning that the Mountain was coming, also had very grim expressions.
They had just been defeated by the Mountain once, and now, after being scattered and hastily reassembled, how could they possibly hold out?
Howland Reed, seeing their appearance, also had an undisguised look of disdain on his face.
Suddenly, his ears twitched, as if he heard something.
Archers, not just their eyes, but their ears were also very keen.
He turned his head to the west, where the rolling river water swept in.
'The Flood, his Flood has really come!'
When he saw this miraculous scene, Howland Reed was dumbfounded, even forgetting to remind the others.
"The Flood! It's the Flood! We are saved!"
When those hastily organized retreating soldiers saw the Flood rapidly approaching from a distance, they were overcome with ecstasy.
The roaring Flood almost swept across the entire battlefield.
Western Army, Northern Army.
Karstark, Umber, Mormont, Frey, or Manderly, Lannister, Sarry.
The power of the Flood belonged to neither side; it unleashed its wrath indiscriminately.
However, this Flood was not fatal; as it continued to spread, the height of the waves gradually only reached an adult's waist.
Except for a few unlucky ones, most people would survive.
And the land covered by the Flood quickly became muddy.
Although it swept indiscriminately when it surged and roared, for the Western Army, it undoubtedly interrupted their offensive.
Coupled with the fact that the Western Army was mainly composed of cavalry and heavy armored soldiers, the Flood's cleansing directly leveled the playing field between the two armies.
Now they had only two choices.
Either fight a messy battle in the mud, or abandon their hard-won military merits and retreat immediately.
If it were Tyrion, he would choose the former.
But the Mountain, that battle-crazed man, clearly preferred the latter.
Before the Flood reached him, he had already led his army in a charge towards Jon's Fisheaters Hill.