Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 61 King's Landing Garrison

When the sky is getting brighter.

There are four to five hundred pairs of eyes of living people in the barracks, and all the eyes are tremblingly looking at the terrifying lava warrior.

The monster was wearing a scorching red invincible armor, and the blazing fire created scorched corpses all over the ground. The smell was so strong that almost no one could hold back from vomiting, let alone resist.

The Hound wiped the blood off his face.

"Listen up! The former Chancellor of the Exchequer, Petyr Baelish, and the former Chief of Intelligence, Varys, conspired to cause rebellion. By the order of His Majesty the King, the King's Landing Guards will immediately arrest the rebels and seal the city gates. In case of resistance, they will be shot to death!"

"I'm in charge, who has any objections?"

The hunting dog scanned the crowd with a smirk, as if expecting to tear up a few more humans and taste the delicious flesh.

No one spoke.

"Very good. If you had obeyed orders earlier, would you still have to make trouble like this? You are a group of idiots, and I don't even think about who gave you this golden robe."

The Hound begins to deliver Prince Joffrey's orders.

"Fifty squads will be reorganized, and each team will have eight members. You can decide who the squad leader is, no problem, Squirrel."

The man beside the hunting dog nodded silently, then walked into the crowd to pick out familiar faces.

The hunting dog paced back and forth, "Five teams are stationed at each of the seven city gates, no entry or exit is allowed.

You are not allowed to move a step yourself.

Don't talk about dukes and earls, ministers and wealthy businessmen, even if you see your wife being taken turns by beggars in a corner, you have to wait until tomorrow to talk about it! "

The golden robes looked at each other.

"The other fifteen teams followed me to your headquarters. There are still many rebels there. Remember, they are no longer your colleagues."

The Hound smiled again, and the burn on the left side of his face opened up with fiery red cracks.

"The remaining dozens stayed in the barracks on standby, inspecting the corpses and houses, and dared to let a mouse slip out of the barracks..."

The hound didn't finish his sentence, leaving the golden robes with infinite room for reverie.

Squirrel has chosen fifty small captains.

The Hound stretched out a hand, "I'll count to five and stand in groups! Five, four..."

The hearts of the gold robes couldn't help beating wildly, and they hurriedly pushed away the people around them to find their own positions, causing the crowd to become chaotic in an instant.

"two……"

Some guys were dumbfounded, or others were afraid of being implicated, and dragged these cowards directly into the queue.

"One. Well done."

"Squirrel, cut off a strand of everyone's hair and hand it to me. If you have a bald head, other hair will do as well."

The squirrel doesn't know why, but it can only obey.

After getting the hair used as a positioning medium, the Hound nodded in satisfaction, and slowly walked to the far left of the neatly arranged fifty teams.

He patted the captain's shoulder one by one.

"You five teams go to the Giant Dragon Gate, you take the lead. Your five teams go to the Iron Gate, you lead the team..."

The seven squad leaders were appointed as temporary leaders, and they all had mixed feelings. Is this a good thing?Is this a bad thing?
"Do things well, don't worry, I remember your faces."

The hound glanced at everyone.

Far more than seven officers suffered cardiac arrest and were sweating profusely.

"Act immediately! I counted dozens, and they disappeared completely from my eyes. Ten, nine..."

The dispatch speed of the golden robes has never been so crisp as today, they are simply a well-trained elite army.

Watching the 35 squads step out of the gate, the Hound turned to look at his [-] squads eagerly, "What are you waiting for, bring the horses and set off immediately, your former commander Janos Slynt was also a traitor, kill him !"

Although most of the gold robes are infantry, there are still more than 100 horses in the stables, and the hounds have long known.

The sky gradually turned white.

The city is waking up, and the noise made by the golden cloak hastened the process.

Originally there were only a few scattered pedestrians on the wide Silent Nun Street, but the chaotic sound of horseshoes and angry shouts slid across the street, and suddenly awakened countless dreamers along the way.

Pedestrians hid in a panic at the corners of the streets, many windows were opened, and faces peeped out from inside.

They saw an ominous sight.Hundreds of cavalry galloped wantonly, all wearing armor and holding sharp weapons, and some of them had glaring blood and flame marks on their bodies.

The leading knight wears the dainty, icy hound helm known to some as, "The Hound."

The Hound led the team straight to the central square, and then turned to the shoemaker's square in the northwest direction. Nearby was the headquarters of the King's Landing Guard, which would also become the biggest battlefield today.

The Gold Robe's HQ is quiet and eccentric now.

The snoring from each room was significantly less than usual.

the reason is simple.

Some people know that they will act today, and some people know that they will act soon;

Some people know that someone may have to act today, and some people know that they are in danger recently;

Someone was keenly aware of the strange aura.

In any case, they all know that they are in a deep whirlpool, how can they sleep with peace of mind?
The captain of Mudgate, "Iron Hand" Jaslin Bywater is one of them, and he is also a very special one, a double agent, no, a triple agent.

He was born in the last branch of the Bywater family, and his status was low. He was knighted by the king because of his contribution to the suppression of Balon Greyjoy's rebellion. For this reason, he also lost his right hand, and thus gained the "Iron Hand" diploma. Number.

He has been the captain of Mudgate for three years. No one says he is not honorable or brave, but no one knows that he has something to do with the notorious Minister of Intelligence Varys.

And recently, people from Lannister and the Chancellor of the Exchequer came to him one after another, and he became a member of these two families.

A veritable three-faced spy.

Because of this status, he should be one of the few people who have the most detailed and comprehensive knowledge of what is going to happen.

Lannister wants to take advantage of King Robert's absence to launch a coup d'état and promote the succession of the crown prince. The two loyal ministers are forced to fight back to extinguish Lannister's conspiracy and report good news to the king.This is a script written by two ministers.

But is it true?Will it become a fact?Iron Hand was skeptical.

Which side should I choose?
He stared at the dim ceiling to let go of his thoughts, until the noisy voice came from the camp gate, getting louder and clearer.

Tie Shou immediately grabbed the saber beside the bed and stood guard inside the door.

He heard wooden doors being kicked open, messy footsteps from left to right, right to left, clanging of swords, shouts of excitement, howls of pain...

Not long after, the sound of barbecue and the screams of human despair suddenly sounded outside again.

The iron hand trembled all over, what is this sound?
But this is only a short prelude.The sound of roaring flames immediately drowned out all other sounds.

So hot!

He immediately took a few steps back, away from the wall and the hot fire outside the door.

boom!
The door of his room was kicked open, and there was a familiar face in the dazzling red armor.

The iron hand dropped the long sword and knelt down on one knee, "Lord Sandor, Captain Jacelyn Bywater of the Mud Gate is always at your service and Your Highness!"

The hunting dog glanced at him, "You are wrong, you are serving His Majesty."

Tieshou changed his words sincerely, "Yes, yes, I am too nervous, of course it is His Majesty's will, long live Your Majesty!"

The hunting dog helped him up, "It's too messy here, just point out the traitor for me."

Iron Hand heaved a sigh of relief.

The hound was about to continue to clean up the troubles, but at this moment, the prince's instructions came to his mind: "The golden robes sent to Mud Gate are killing each other, and the rebel side has more than a dozen mercenaries as helpers, stop them."

The hunting dog took out the hair of the golden robe and used magic to sense it. Their positions were all normal, and the people sent to the Mud Gate were already approaching the Fisherman's Square.

But not escaping doesn't mean there are no other situations.

Some trouble.The Hound was quite surprised. What good did the spider and Littlefinger do them, and dare to make trouble again?

The Mud Gate needed people, but the Red Castle needed people even more, and he couldn't split it in half to use it.

Then.

The Hound couldn't help looking at Iron Hand who had just stood up.

It's up to you.

　I saw it all, and voted.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)