"Let the Red Comet hang in the sky, and let the Lannisters roar beneath our horses' hooves," Ser Brynden said decisively.
"Indeed," Great Jon said.
"That is the fiery banner of vengeance unfurled by the old gods for Lord Eddard."
"The Red Comet has always been in the sky, and we shall embrace peace through war.
For The late King, for Lord Eddard, and for those who died innocent, my brothers and sisters, we shall have our vengeance against the Lannisters."
"War!"
"War!"
Gendry continued, "My peace terms are clear: I want the heads of Tywin and the Queen Regent, and the clowns in the family driven out.
What are your thoughts, Robb?"
"My peace terms," Robb opened his mouth and slowly spoke.
"First, Cersei must return my sister, Sansa, and the marriage to the bastard Joffrey must be dissolved.
Second, the bodies of those Northerners must be returned to the North.
Third, my father's greatsword, Ice, should be returned to me.
Fourth, all debts between the North and the Lannisters are to be canceled."
Gendry nodded.
At this moment, Robb seemed rational; it appeared that as long as one didn't touch the throne, one's mind remained clear.
"As a condition for peace, and as a token of friendship between the Stag and the Wolf, I will gift the North a batch of new weapons and equipment.
Should the Long Winter arrive, I will also transport a shipment of seeds and grain to the North during the famine."
"In that case, I will gather most of the cavalry to act as a surprise force crossing the Green Fork to the Red Fork, to rendezvous with my uncle, Ser Edmure.
Lord Rickard and Lady Maege will lead the direwolf force on the Green Fork, with a small portion of the remaining troops at the Twins, and more waiting north of the Twins," Robb Stark stood up and promised.
The Young Wolf agreed to this plan.
"Leave the Green Fork area to us," Count Rickard pledged.
The Karstarks were all tall and burly, with fierce expressions, thick beards, and hair down to their shoulders, their cloaks made of bear, seal, and wolf pelts.
"By leveraging the situation, as long as we gain the upper hand, if all four sides act together, then Tywin will be a toothless lion.
Robb's tasks of supporting The Three Rivers and harassing the Westerlands, and Lord Rickard's Direwolf Army pulling Tywin's main force, these are all feints.
I, however, will cross The Bloody Gate directly to The Eyrie," Gendry said.
"Momentum," in essence, refers to the initiative in war, various advantageous maneuvers, and creating favorable circumstances for oneself.
Robb's original idea was also to divide his forces, with Lord Roose's army confusing and delaying Tywin, while his Northern cavalry would serve as the decisive factor in breaking the siege.
But now, Gendry had precisely refined his idea, shifting the focus to leveraging The Eyrie and the Vale.
The Northern Lords also nodded, approving the plan.
Even though Northerners believed the Northern Army was fearless and wild, there was indeed a significant gap in numbers, equipment, and cavalry compared to the Lannisters, and they themselves could not believe they could truly overwhelm Tywin in one fell swoop.
Robb was quite talented in warfare, but the North's strength was limited, and he was young.
The main branch of House Stark's connections had withered, lacking even reliable generals.
Only Roose was constantly calculating, and Ser Brynden was always used as a vanguard scout.
"Momentum." Robb savored the word, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts; the key to war was momentum.
To be honest, the Northern Army's march south was solely to relieve the siege; they hadn't considered much beyond relieving the Riverlands and then demanding people from King's Landing.
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