Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 144 - Change of Plans, Advancing Through Tallhart Territory.

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Third Person POV.
North.

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"Let's go, men. It's time to hunt some squids," Daemon said as they observed the camp of at least five hundred ironborn, six hundred meters away.

They had eliminated all the scouts around the camp and were preparing two thousand horsemen, separated from the main group, to attack the ironborn gathering in the west while their objective was to retreat.

Daemon walked over to his horse before looking at the nervous boy with the Cerwyn sigil on his chest. Cley Cerwyn, the heir Jon had insisted on keeping with his company in the North.

The boy was very young, but he needed to learn, and it was a way to earn respect in the North.

"Get ready. Everyone mount up!" Daemon commanded as they organized themselves in the darkness of night. He walked over to his horse, snorting, before mounting it.

"We'll have a few minutes to get there. They'll surely see us by the torches, but they won't be able to organize a defense before we start burning their camp. It'll be an easy victory. Light the torches!" Daemon demanded.

Quickly, a man ran with a torch in hand, handing one to each mounted soldier to light theirs. The group began to glow in every direction, and Daemon couldn't waste more time, as they had probably already been heard.

"I'll go ahead to lead, don't stray from your guards and try to find me in the middle of the battle." Jon gave his final words to the boy, who nodded.

"Advance!" he exclaimed as his eyes returned to the camp, raising the Ice sword and striking his horse, which charged forward.

Quickly, the group of riders charged toward the enemy camp. They were no longer in Cerwyn territory, as they were advancing directly west, instead of marching north toward Winterfell.

For days now, his men had been moving separately from the main group to improve the march, unlike the ironborn, who were still pillaging the North, believing the ten-thousand-man force led by Daemon would be marching through southern Stark territory to join the troops besieging the castle. Jon was advancing to catch them by surprise.

Since Winterfell seemed to be the most important target, the ironborn likely didn't expect an attack from another direction.

Daemon thought differently and forced his army westward, even marching through the night for two days, not allowing his men to sleep much, only resting enough for the horses to continue.

He used some herbs he cultivated in the North to keep them awake, as he wanted to surprise the ironborn with an unexpected attack.

While the enemies believed Daemon was still far off, they were caught off guard when the attack began that night.

Quickly, screams began to echo through the camp, announcing the enemy assault with a cavalry of two thousand men, but it was already too late for them when Daemon's group was so close.

The men prepared themselves in a disorganized manner, becoming easy prey as the first horses stormed the tents with Daemon riding, massacring those who screamed and ran in desperation to face him, wielding Ice more effectively on horseback for its length, while the camp caught fire as other men threw flaming torches.

Chaos took over. Daemon's entire group was already in the middle of the enemy camp, mercilessly slaughtering them.

A great panic spread, and soon the first began to flee upon seeing the overwhelming number of soldiers — more than three times their own — being unleashed upon the camp.