Chapter 326 Breakout, ignite

Stannis's army quickly completed preparations.

The entire Stannis camp is confident about whether they can successfully break through.

The heavily armed regular army, coupled with the huge speed of the war horses, and the chaos caused by the killing, should allow their vanguard to open a road smoothly.

As long as they can get to the Mud Gate, the Royal fleet parked there can successfully pick up part of the troops.

Doing the math, it would take about two or three trips back and forth to transport all of Stannis's army back to Dragonstone.

"Onion Knight" Davos Seaworth led a group of generals of Stannis' army and carefully formulated a battle plan.

From the Red Keep in Aegon's High Hill to the Mud Gate, there are probably three main streets to pass through.

They didn't know how many rioters gathered there. Anyway, from a height, the entire city of King's Landing was now in complete chaos.

There were plumes of smoke rising everywhere.

That's not smoke.

Instead, the building was set alight and smoke billowed out.

If we don't leave, this fire may reach the Red Keep.

It's not just an order that causes ten thousand people to rush out desperately.

There's no such thing as fighting.

Who opens the way, who takes the rear, and how to retreat in an orderly manner must all be arranged.

Ordering a retreat without doing anything would be a complete disaster.

After preparations were made, one sleepy afternoon, Stannis decided to open the south gate of the Red Keep, preparing to raid the mob gathered outside.

These guys scoured the city for everything they could eat, including leather, dead rats, and meat from who knows what.

Anyway, as long as it is organic and can produce heat, they will eat whatever it is.

Outside the south gate, after trying their best to make something at noon, the mob felt tired.

And this happens to be the best time to attack.

No one talks about the rights and wrongs of being a king and raising a butcher's knife to his subjects.

We all have to live, so the so-called honor should be put aside for the time being.

"Hey! Wake up! The king has opened the door to the Red Castle!"

Those who reacted quickly had already seen the rumbling iron fence.

He immediately screamed and reported the news to his other sleepy companions.

Some people were excited, thinking that the king finally listened to their demands and was willing to take out the food from the Red Keep.

Some people were nervous because they were smarter than those who were excited and knew that the king would have opened the door before he could bring out the food.

Opening the door now is probably not a good thing.

Sure enough, they guessed it right.

The clatter of horse hooves sounded, and the confused crowd rushed towards the south gate of the Red Fort.

The people behind saw it and followed him.

As a result, the crowd moved towards the city gate.

Shouting, pushing, and longing for food.

However, when they got closer, they heard the loud sound of horse hooves.

Stannis's cavalry, shouting noisy slogans and carrying the king's crowned stag banner, raised their cold swords towards his subjects.

Bloody light collapsed.

The war horse knocked through the sallow-looking crowd.

Many people had no time to scream, and their chests were crushed by the iron hooves of the war horses.

The knight, who was fully armed and wearing armor, had a cold gaze behind his thick faceplate.

The long sword was swung, mercilessly harvesting these civilians who were also guilty.

Cannibalism is an unforgivable sin.

However, the culprit will also be punished.

"Ah! The king's knights are coming to kill us!"

"Run!"

Chaos broke out in an instant.

However, because it was too crowded, the people in front realized that something was wrong and wanted to turn back, but they were pushed forward crazily by the unsuspecting people behind.

Pushed onto the blade of Stannis' cavalry.

However, the impact of the cavalry cannot be underestimated at all. In addition, the weapons in the hands of these civilians, such as short sticks, cannot pose a threat to the horses that block their ears and vision.

Therefore, Stannis's forward cavalry, like sharp arrows, plunged into the crowd of civilians in King's Landing, plowing out a blood-red mark.

There were more than 30,000 civilians gathered at the south gate of the Red Fort.

Although this is not much compared to the hundreds of thousands of people in King's Landing.

But most of these 30,000 people were young and strong, and their mouths were all stained with blood.

After the initial chaos, fear gradually gave way to madness.

Reason began to leave the body. After these people with simple weapons realized that they had no retreat, they began to desperately charge towards the king's army, launching a desperate charge.

If weapons don't work, they use their bodies.

As long as they can throw a kingdom knight off his horse, even if the opponent's long sword has pierced their chest and abdomen, they will not notice it.

The only thing that comes to mind is to bite them to death!

Then, the tawny teeth slammed into the delicate neck between the gaps in the armor.

With a long miserable howl, everything ended.

Later, I looked back on this incident.

Stannis' army counted the number of people and discovered a chilling phenomenon:

No extra horses, no extra people.

If the knight fell off his horse, he and his horse would be left in that hell-like place.

Although after that, Westeros experienced many twists and turns and finally returned to peace.

However, none of the knights who followed Stannis in the charge chose to step into a place called King's Landing again.

For them, it is an eternal nightmare.

…

"Your Majesty, the mob outside the south gate has been dispersed. You can leave."

As if fished out of bloody water, Montford Velaryon panted and came to Stannis bit by bit.

Just now, in his hands, one-third of the three thousand people who came out to attack the city fell.

As for how many civilians died, sorry, Montford Velaryon couldn't count them, and he didn't want to.

In short, it looks like a slaughterhouse, with rivers of blood flowing.

Blood forged Stannis' smooth path from King's Landing.

Under every throne, there must be numerous bones.

Not surprising at all.

Nodding to Montford Velaryon, Stannis, clad in armor, mounted his horse.

For safety, Stannis changed into an ordinary armor, but with quite good defensive capabilities.

Who knows if someone might target him.

It's better to keep a low profile.

"Let's go."

With that said, Stannis left the south gate of the Red Keep.

The soles of the war horse's feet were in a pool of blood, and the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of blood.

Stannis didn't need to look to know what a brutal war this was.

In any case, this King's Landing can no longer be tolerated.

With this casualty, even in late autumn, it is very likely that a plague will occur after a while.

I don’t know how many people will be left alive in Junlin City in the end?

With this thought in his mind, Stannis quickly left the Red Keep, surrounded by a group of guards.

The war between the king and his subjects was not actually over.

At the front, the king's troops were still storming the mud gate held by the mob.

Thanks to the Seven Gods, these mobs didn't know how to block the city gate with things. Otherwise, Stannis's army would have to take a long detour.

The king left, and the defenders on the north side of the Red Fort and the main gate also began to gradually retreat.

They left behind.

Likewise, they will be attacked by mobs who respond.

As for how much you can survive, only the gods can really decide.

Although Stannis doesn't say it, his men are smart.

When they left, they looted almost everything that was useful and could be taken away from the Red Keep.

Down to the red wine in the wine cellar, up to the gold and silver vessels found out from nowhere.

As for the food stored in the granary, after the soldiers got their acquiescence, they also set fire to it.

Since you mobs have driven us away, there is no need for us to be polite to you.

Don’t you want something to eat?

I'm sorry, I won't leave any for you.

With the north and main gates withdrawn, the mob blocking them soon discovered that the king's army had left.

Overjoyed, he tried every means to climb over the city wall as quickly as possible.

Seeing the majesty of the royal family for the first time, they hesitated at first facing the empty square.

However, as more and more people came, greed and hunger finally overwhelmed fear, and they rushed into this city, the core of power in Westeros for the past three hundred years.

Each room was roughly opened.

Although it has been looted by Stannis's army, there are still many things in the room that are very useful to these mobs.

For example, it is impossible for a Stannis knight to be interested in the curtains hanging on the windows.

But for the hungry and cold mob, these things, taken off and packed a little, were just a piece of clothing that was enough to keep out the cold.

Depending on the perspective, the results of looking at the same thing will naturally be different.

There is no order at all, and they are fighting to the death with little energy for a small piece of trivial matter.

Such things soon began to happen in every corner of the Red Fort.

Those who were clear-headed immediately ran towards the kitchen and granary.

There are still some leftovers in the kitchen, which is a delicacy for these guys.

But for those who chose to go to the granary, seeing the flames rising into the sky, their anger towards Stannis almost reached the sky.

However, it's all over now.

No one has the intention to put out the fire. Everyone knows that it is fundamentally impossible for people like themselves to work together to do one thing.

The entire Red Fort was deserted, and the mob did not find a single living person.

Stannis's army knew what to expect before they left.

As a result, the entire palace system inherited from Aerys II, including maids, kitchens, gardeners, and a series of related personnel serving the king, were packed away by Stannis.

He knew very well that if these people stayed here, there would be no second ending other than becoming food rations.

This was expected, it would be better to take him to Dragonstone Island.

There is also a throne there, and maybe you can hold your nose, and maybe live a life similar to King's Landing again.

"Click."

The door shaft of the throne room door was broken, and the thick door panel fell directly.

This once most sacred place in the Seven Kingdoms was once again captured.

However, this time, the people who occupied it were not nobles from one party, and there was no applause or garlands.

Dirty and hungry civilians became the masters of the palace here.

The ferocity of the Iron Throne did not stop these fearless people for long.

Soon, the boldest one took the lead in climbing the highest ladder that only kings and prime ministers can climb.

Then, with a strange smile, he came to the silent throne.

How sacred it was in the throne in the past, now for these people, the pleasure in their hearts is so powerful.

"She looks really ugly."

After going through the adjectives of scarcity in my mind, this guy from Flea Bottom in King's Landing, who was once a blacksmith's apprentice, very sincerely gave the Iron Throne, the symbol of power of the Seven Kingdoms, a fair evaluation.

Then, this guy turned around and sat down.

Cold, hard, and very uncomfortable.

This is the first feeling of this guy.

Then, he subconsciously wanted to pat his deputy and assume a posture that he thought was majestic.

However, the Iron Throne rejected him.

A shrill howl woke up the others who were searching the throne room.

They all raised their heads and looked at the king's seat at the top to see what was going on.

Blood flowed on the dark throne.

A sharp thorn directly opened a huge gap in the wrist of the blacksmith apprentice.

The artery was punctured, and rich and hot blood flowed freely.

The master held his wrist, trying to jump up from the throne that suddenly became terrifying.

However, because he was not familiar with the structure at the foot of the throne.

He slipped.

Then, he leaned back and fell directly onto the Iron Throne.

Everyone could hear the dull sound of iron entering flesh.

And that... heart-rending wail.

If you are literate and familiar with the history of the Seven Kingdoms, when you see this scene, you will definitely think of the tyrant of the year, King Maegor I, who died unexpectedly on the Iron Throne.

But it's a pity that the first people to come to the throne room didn't know more than twenty Westeros words in total.

Therefore, they would just stare blankly at the human body on the throne that was still twitching slightly and desperately trying to survive.

The ticking sound is the blood drawn out by the spikes piercing various parts of the body.

The palpitating smell of blood suddenly filled the entire throne room.

"Is this...is this the revenge of the throne?"

These guys, who have believed in the Seven Gods since their birth, will naturally think of the most frightening part of the stories about the gods when they see such a scene with strong symbolic meaning.

They were scared.

No one dared to climb those few meters high steps again.

It seemed as if the silent throne above was not a dead thing, but a ferocious beast crawling on the ground, drinking the blood of the transgressor.

Just like that, waiting quietly.

Finally, the blacksmith apprentice stopped moving at all, and all the people who were searching for something in the throne room slowly and quietly exited the door of the throne room.

They also thoughtfully left part of the door ajar.

Then, they fled in all directions.

Those who came later saw the terrifying scene on the high platform in the dark throne room.

No one dares to enter this hall again.

…

The mob was disappointed. They searched the entire Red Fort and found that the food they could find was not enough to feed a hundred people.

The number of people who died trying to snatch this food far exceeded this number.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

They all placed their hope that in the Red Castle, they believed that the king who ate, drank, and soaked in red wine every day would have quite a lot of food.

However, the facts were before their eyes and their hopes were shattered.

Hope is gone, and a feeling called despair begins to gradually erode everyone's heart.

Soon, the last traces of order disappeared.

I don’t know where the initial conflict started, maybe it was just a slight complaint.

But soon, like a virus, it turned into a bloody fight throughout the Red Fort.

There is no reason, they are all enemies.

The mob used everything at their disposal as a weapon against others.

They knew very well that when there was no food in the Red Fort, each of them theoretically became the prey of others.

Under such circumstances, it would be completely stupid to talk about order.

Bad news travels fast.

Soon, the killings in the Red Fort began to spread outside.

Men who still had the strength would still snatch the children within reach, but the mother of the child, out of instinct, would risk her life to protect her heir.

However, for the vast majority of them, the results are not very good.

Following the killings, fires were ignited one after another.

The masonry structure cannot be ignited, but most things in the house are excellent combustion accelerants.

No one put out the fire, and the bursting fire only intensified the spread of chaos.

King's Landing was completely set on fire.