Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 227 Battle of Blackwater River (2)

Hot and cold, merged into one ball at this moment. The hotness comes from the burst of flames, and the coldness comes from the inside of the body.

Barristan moved his fingers at the taste of death, which would make the body dull. He rarely fell into this situation, and all kinds of experiences in the past came to his mind.

The iron inlaid in the city gate is curled into a piece of crumpled paper and deflates at the slightest touch. Wildfire requires almost no flammable medium.

There seemed to be sand on the ground rubbing against his face. When he opened his eyes slightly, he realized that it was dust particles. They were even flying in the air, like fireflies under the moonlight.

Barristan's head was in a trance. All around him were collapsed houses and burning remains.

"Long live King Stannis!" There are thousands of troops ahead.

He listened carefully, and the sounds around him were very noisy. He could hear all the people struggling, resisting, and fleeing in a hurry.

Barristan Selmy stood up with force, his white robe covered with dust in pieces.

Fortunately, the sword in his hand was still very straight, and he pushed the tip of the sword towards the ground.

Tyrion did not look at the anxious king, but pushed his hand away. Inexplicable courage surged into his heart. He poked Marlin Tran, who was guarding the king, with his dwarf finger, "I order you, be good." Protect the king."

"Never." The hound breathed heavily.

The tall and solid city walls were gone, and all kinds of flags on the stormy terrain were fluttering in the air.

Mad King? For some reason, he thought of Joffrey in the Red Keep. Is this really a fight for honor?
With the sword standing on the ground, Barristan didn't have much time to think about this problem. If the wall of King's Landing collapsed, he would be the wall.

The scattered houses, high and low, disappeared, leaving only ashes.

Sandor Clegane looked at the city gate, pursed his lips, and hesitated for a moment, "My soldiers, follow me!"

Barristan's long sword bit his armpit firmly, and a trace of blood flowed out.

Joffrey turned to look at the hound, "I command you, the king commands you, hound, to guard the city gates."

Barristan didn't bother to look at his expression before he threw himself into another battle.

The corners of Barristan's mouth rose slightly, which was a mockery of himself. In the blurred vision, the crowned stag banner of the Baratheon family was looming in the flying dust. It was the same way he faced this banner when he was fighting for the Targaryen king by the Trident River.

"Get down!" Davos pulled his son back. "The rain of arrows in the Red Keep cannot understand your passionate declaration!"

His imp uncle ignored the protest, "Hound, we need you at the gate." Tyrion turned to look at Sandor Clegane, who was standing beside the king, staring at the green fire in the distance.

"It's Ser Barristan the Fearless!"

Half of the golden robe in the Red Castle was missing, and he followed the hunting dogs towards the old city gate.

Then there was another flash of sword light, and the young knight covered his neck and lay down on the ground with his eyes open.

"Damn it!" he screamed in his heart.

There was a huge gap in the city wall, and the city guard and Stannis' army were fighting together. There was only the sound of fighting and the nauseating smell of blood in the air.

"Long live King Joffrey!" shouted the golden cloak.

The same green fire, in the eyes of Davos, is like a gift from the gods.

"I, the knight of the Brown Hill family, the guardian of Cape Wrath!"

But Barristan's increasingly fierce swords and swords made his wish come true, and he was the first to pant.

The green light was like a thorn, penetrating from the cone-shaped bone sockets of his eyes and reaching straight to his back.

"Kill!~"

The Stormland Knight suppressed the awe in his heart and rushed towards Barristan with his long sword.

The young knight shouted, blocking Barristan's first attack with his long sword, the second, the third, and then the fourth.
He is an old man, already old, and sooner or later he will reach exhaustion.

"Who comes first?" The white knight looked forward and looked at the enemy.

"I want my dog!" Joffrey protested.

The golden robes behind them grasped long swords and short spears one after another, and Barristan Selmy gave them great courage.

Tyrion froze on the spot, his heart pounding.

"What happened?" Joffrey's voice was trembling, his mouth was open, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"In the direction of the old city gate, our people have broken through the old city gate!" Mathos rushed out excitedly, shouting loudly despite the rain of arrows and sparks.

The knights and soldiers of Stormland were obviously stunned for a moment when they saw Barristan, and a strange confrontation formed for a while.

"Honor be damned!" cried the Hound.

Merlin Tran swallowed. He was still immersed in the fear caused by the green fire. He nodded slightly, as if he was frightened by Tyrion's tone, "I obey your orders, my lord."

Barristan shook the knight's sword away, letting his weight fall backwards, and then he raised his steel sword and faced it.

The king stepped forward and grabbed the leather armor around Tyrion's neck with his hand, "Tell me, uncle, what happened there!"

"A king should understand where his knights are needed more, and you, King Joffrey, Robert will definitely give this order." Tyrion said immediately.

Looking up again, the field of vision was unfamiliar and empty.

Joffrey frowned. He looked from the hound to his uncle.

"What?" Tyrion's eyes widened and he looked at the hound in disbelief. "You are the king's knight. It is your honor and obligation to go to the city gate to prevent Stannis' army from entering the city."

The wildfire seemed to have been calculated and continued to burn without imagining until everything as far as the eye could see was gone.

The defenders of King's Landing were not fools who didn't know how to adapt. They saw clearly that the flag command of the Dragonstone fleet was not from the largest Fury, but from the inconspicuous Black Bess next to it. Countless arrows and fire pots were thrown into the Black Bess. The deck of the Beth.

Dense holes were scattered on the deck, and Davos was breathing heavily. He turned to look at the Fury, which was gradually sinking to the bottom of the sea, knowing that its mission was basically completed.

"Mathos! Raise the flag, collect the ships and the soldiers who fell into the water, and land with one force!"

The bodies of more than a dozen flag-bearers from the Black Bess were no longer known where they fell in the Blackwater River, so others could only do it for them.

Mathos didn't waste any time and rushed out, the flagpole of the Black Bess falling firmly into his hands.

He waved the flagpole, and the only remaining oar officer on board immediately understood.

"Boom, boom! Boom, boom! Boom, boom!" The sound of the drums changed immediately.

The transport ship moved closer to the shore from among the separated ships. The soldiers who had been waiting for a long time on the Black Bess, Fury and other battleships picked up the small boats and rushed towards the other shore with their oars.

"I need an explanation!"

Joffrey squatted behind the hidden battlements, and countless ships docked outside the Red Keep. The voice of "Long live King Stannis!" resounded throughout the Blackwater River.

Stormlanders soldiers in scale mail filed out from the deck, trampling the shallow sand and mud of the Blackwater River, dragging such terrible things as battering rams behind them.

Marin Tran pursed his lips tightly, and sweat had accumulated on his forehead.

"Ser Meryn, I want you to leave the city immediately to meet the enemy!" Joffrey poked Meryn Tran's beautiful silver breastplate with his index finger in a panic, "Push all these damn rebels into the Blackwater River and feed them. fish!"

"Ser Bronn has already led his men. My duty is to protect you, my king." Merlin Tran responded hastily.

"Boom!"

Before Joffrey could react, the sparks flying from the asphalt tanks were already approaching the city wall where he was. The desire to survive forced him to suddenly lean back, and his whole body rolled down the stone steps behind.

"Damn it! I'm going to kill Stannis! I'm going to see his head hanging on King's Landing with my own eyes! I'm going to kill all the traitors!~" Blood oozed from Joffrey's arm, and his burgundy clothes were stained with blood. The sleeves are dyed darker.

"Your Majesty," Meryn Trant helped Joffrey up, "we need a safer place."

"The king only needs to stay behind the knight to be safe." Tyrion's face was covered with a layer of dust. He looked at the soldiers behind him who were still shouting "Long live King Joffrey" and using arrows and crossbows to meet the enemy. " These soldiers fight for your honor, Joffrey."

The hesitation could not cover up the panic in Joffrey's heart. His eyes evaded and moved towards his Kingsguard from time to time.

Another Kingsguard, Ser Mandon Moore, raised his eyebrows slightly, his light gray eyes moved, and he looked at the king, "The place where the Queen Mother and the ladies are staying is safe enough."

Finally, guarding the king's side, the masters in golden robes selected by Bronn all looked towards the king.

Tyrion frowned, Meryn Trant moved out of the way, and Mandon Moore stared ahead calmly.

Joffrey lowered his head, "Ser Mandon, stay here in place of the king. Ser Meryn, follow me to comfort your frightened mother."

"Yes!" Marin gasped slightly, and he followed Joffrey without looking back.

The crackle of burning asphalt tanks, the creak of moving catapults, the neighing of horses, the clang of clashing swords, and the rumble of collapsing houses were all mixed together and transmitted through the seven-star glass top of the Red Fort sanctuary.

"We're dead!" screamed Miss Norris.

The low cry of the war horn seemed to confirm her words, and it was like the accompaniment of death in the wails of countless tragic deaths.

Sans pulled up her hood and licked her lips with her tongue. The smell of raw meat eaten by a lady on the street seemed to still be in her mouth, but to her own surprise, she didn't feel sick.

"We should stay in Maegor's Tower, which is a city within a city," Sansa said to the Countess, who was looking after her daughter.

"We're going to sing hymns!" Miss Norris screamed again, tears filling her dull brown eyes.

The Countess nodded reluctantly, and she gave Sansa an apologetic smile.

The women gain strength from singing, Sansa thought to herself. She looked around the entire church. The carefully carved seven-pointed star symbol was printed on the glass windows that revealed seven colors of light. The warrior held the long sword, and the Heavenly Father glanced majestically. Of all living beings, only the Holy Mother still looked at everyone with compassion.

"Tender Virgin, Source of Mercy," the maid sang first.

"Bless your son through the fierce battle," Sansa joined in the chorus, as her mother at Winterfell taught herself many times.

"Stand still the arrow, resist the sword,"

"Let them see a better tomorrow," Loris visibly cried, her sister patting her back slightly.

"Tender Virgin, Hope of Women,"

"Help your daughter not suffer."

There was an ill-timed stamping, and Joffrey's grumpy voice interrupted the chorus. "What a woman who cries!" said Joffrey contemptuously.

Sansa looked at Joffrey, with obvious coldness in her eyes, "I thought you would personally go into battle to defend the enemy."

Joffrey frowned, "The king needs to comfort you women who are frightened by the rebels. The ones who go into battle to defend the enemy are the king's knights!"

"King Robert will not be like this," Sansa raised her head, proudly standing like a delicate rose in the south, "and you are his son."

"Sansa, you, me." Joffrey was frozen in place, "Are you..." His face turned red from holding back, as if he couldn't think of the right words to say.

"Quiet the rage, tame the madness," Sansa continued in her hymn.

“Teach us to be tolerant of one another.”

Joffrey chopped his foot, "You are being rude to the king!"

But the women obviously ignored him, and the sound of hymns resounded throughout the church.

"Your Majesty, the Queen Mother is waiting for you at Maegor's Tower." Marin Tran didn't care how much the king's face was lost along the way. These mercenaries, golden robes and even servants and women inside and outside the Red Keep could see clearly. He just wanted to hurry to the heavily guarded Maegor's Tower, which was the safest place in King's Landing.

Joffrey struggled and roared towards Maegor's Tower.

He was practically being dragged along by Ser Meryn, Sansa noticed.

A huge crash came from the city gate, Bronn's golden robes retreated again and again, the Fishermen's Square was in a mess, and Stannis's army pushed forward.

"Keng!"

The gate suddenly closed, and the sharp saw teeth rotated. The poor ghost who had no time to stop felt the instant suction. Before the pain reached the nerves, the numbness of the arms had already arrived, and the soldier's torso was swept deep into the gate. The darkness left nothing but the wails of the soldiers rolling on the spot.

"Battering ram!"

Sir Roland Storm, the bastard son of Nightsong City, pressed his heavy broad sword against the thick city gate, bowed down, held the siege ram in his big hand, and faced the mud door.

"Keng! Keng!" Several loud noises came from behind the city gate. The seemingly indestructible steel material of the mud door could not help but tremble. Bronn swallowed and turned to look at the golden robes under his command behind him. Most of them were A mercenary that Bronn was more familiar with.

"Open the city gate." Bronn hesitated for a moment and said to the people around him.

Jinpaozi didn't hesitate, "Open the city gate!"

The enemy landed from the Blackwater River, and they could only sit and wait for death behind the city wall. Only by actively attacking and defeating the enemies who rushed to the beach could they save the city gate.

Sir Roland Storm only felt that the battering ram was suddenly relieved of its strength. He looked up at the city gate that was opened again, spat, and held the broad sword in front of him in his hand.

"Kill!~"

The mud door that usually seemed spacious seemed so narrow when the two armies were mixed together. They were pushing each other to squeeze in front. Blood was spattered on both sides of the wet stone wall. Swords clashed, steel clanged, and there were even sparks. Emerged from the stone wall.

……

Tyrion collapsed behind the boulder that collapsed from the city wall. The "Three Whores of King's Landing" twisted frequently. The golden robes continued to deliver the stored pitch cans and stones. Every time the long arm of the catapult was waved, the ground shook. Tremble once.

Many images appeared in his mind, and the green light of wildfire lingered in his mind.

The little devil thought of the alchemist Harlin who drowned in the public spring of Flea Bottom, of the poison that appeared in the public waterways, and of the riots in King's Landing...

This series of weird things are all connected, but there is no clear result.

But the wildfire that appeared at the old city gate swept away all these clouds that obscured the facts, pointing to the only person who played a key role in this series of events.

Lord Tywin still handed over all the information about King's Landing to Varys, who had always been loyal to Lannister.

Tyrion's brain was running rapidly, and he suddenly recalled the details of Stannis's victory over Renly. It was not the complex mountain terrain that reversed Renly's defeat in the Battle of the Hills, but the mysterious poisoning of Renly's army.

Like King's Landing's public waterways, poison appears in the living water.

He clenched his fists and stood up.

"Where are the spiders?" Tyrion's head was a little dizzy and he couldn't even stand still. It was most likely that he was shocked when the asphalt tank broke and burned.

Ser Mandon Moore frowned, "What?" He seemed not to have heard clearly.

"I say, Lord Varys." Tyrion found himself gritting his teeth.

"Spider..." Mandon Moore sneered, "It's most likely that it's underground in the Red Keep, hanging out with reptilian bats."

Tyrion did not answer. He covered his mouth and nose. He had to get King's Landing out of trouble. He had to find a way...

The dwarf's hands were cold, as if they had been soaked in ice water. Tyrion looked at his wrinkled hands. He had never felt that his body was as humiliating as it was today!
……

"For Stannis!"

Davos rushed to land on the beach, and his son Mathos couldn't wait to shout. He didn't even care about the arrow blowing by his ears and shouted at the top of his lungs.

The sailor picked up the scimitar, and the knight picked up the long sword. Their heavy armor, which had no function on the ship, had no other use except being dipped in the salt water of the sea salt. It finally found its original destination on the ground.

Davos looked at the army led by Ser Roland Storm, who were blocking the mud door, entangled with a large number of golden robes.

He took a long breath and pointed to the north opposite to the Mud Gate, "Enter through the Old City Gate. We must occupy King's Landing as soon as possible!"

The knights and squires under Stannis did not need Davos' guidance. They knew exactly where the enemy's weaknesses were. The green fire that was dozens of feet high had already revealed everything.

A large number of Stannis's troops have poured in at the city gate. Baratheon's crowned stag banner, as well as the banners of most of the Stormland nobles and even wealthy knights, are flying at the city gate.

"The enemy is stubbornly resisting, the whole army charges!" Davos shouted loudly.

Our own war cry also sounded at the right time, "Woooooooooo!"

Countless knights rushed forward with shields in hand. Perhaps due to the influence of King Robert, a high proportion of the knights inside used hammers. They were swinging in the air, and the iron-colored shadows swayed in the air. Makes a cracking sound.

"Long live King Robert!"

Countless knights shouted.

Barristan looked at the influx of more and more Stormland soldiers. The golden robes under his command around him lost their fighting spirit. With a frown, he blocked the attack of another Stormland knight and chopped off his head. , gritted his teeth and moved forward.

The long sword of Sir Sandor Clegane beside him was broken into pieces, with bits and pieces on the verge of breaking, and blood stains covered the entire armor.

"Ah!~"

The formation of the golden robe was smashed to pieces, and the column of knights from the stormland penetrated deeply into it like a dagger piercing the golden robe.

Davos was behind the team. He saw the Lannister flag being pulled up, thrown away, and trampled on in mid-air, and the ecstasy in his heart surged to another third.

"Long live King Stannis!~" Behind him, countless knights shouted loudly.

It was over, Barristan let out a long sigh in his heart, and his sword broke as if hearing the whisper of fate.

"Keng!"

The broken sword fell to the ground, and Ser Sandor Clegane also fell to the ground, with many scars on his breastplate.

call! ~

Barristan laughed out loud. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the blade from his thigh with pain. Blood overflowed.

Davos was almost pushing to the front of the team, "Stanni..." he was about to shout, announcing the outcome of the war.

But the whimpering in the distance showed the bankruptcy of his inner thoughts.

"Woo!~"

On the hillside in the distance, on the smooth road of the King's Road, a long blast of a war horn came from behind.

This was followed by the frequent sound of stirrups.

"Kick! Ta-ta! Kick! Ta-ta!"

The dust was stirred up by the sound and gradually rose.

The Knights of the Stormland heard this movement and turned to look.

The moonlight was weak and I couldn't see clearly behind the hillside, only the grass and trees swaying in the wind.

The brief silence shrouded the two armies like moonlight, and a strange tranquility filled the air.

"Woo!~"

Another wailing war cry, and a row of flags suddenly appeared from the hillside.

Even though the night was deep, there were sharp-eyed people shouting loudly.

"Crescent Falcon! The flag of House Arryn!"

Davos gasped, his lips opened involuntarily, and he looked into the distance.

"Deng Deng! Ta da!"

This time the sound of stirrups was even closer, and the neighing of the war horses was even within earshot.

"For the valley!~"

"Long live Duke Attis!~"

"For the Eagle's Nest!~"

Countless cavalrymen rushed out from behind the hillside, sweeping away clouds of dust. Blue and white flags waving behind them, lined up closely, roaring in the wind.

"Kill!~"

Davos saw it clearly, and the costumes of the Valemen were reflected directly in his eyes. With his eyes widened, he watched this trend pouring into Stannis's army...

Like an arrow that never looks back.

(End of this chapter)