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Syllable!

A piece of dung flew out and was right on the face of the king.

Tyrion's attention was all ahead, he saw that the only safe place for everyone was to go into the Basilica and close the door, he didn't see who threw the camel dung, only Sansa gasped, choked, Joffrey roared and drew his dagger, the king's face was filthy, and his blonde hair was sticky and some splashed on Sansa's body.

"Cousin!'s cousin!**'s bastard!" someone cursed loudly, "**'s bastard killed someone, and got his life." ”

"**!**!**!" someone shouted, as if it were a slogan, "**'s bastard has killed someone." ”

"He is not our king, kill him. "Someone gave the signal to fight.

"Who threw it?" Joffrey screamed. Not knowing that his life was hanging by a thread, he pulled his hair back, shook off a handful of dung, and his face was full of rage.

"Catch me!" he shouted, "Whoever hands him over will offer a reward of one hundred golden dragons!"

"We want bread, long live King Robert. Someone shouted and shoved forward.

"Long live Lord Robb, long live Lord Stark. ”

"Long live Your Majesty Lan Li!"

"Long live King Stannis!"

The crowd rushed forward, shouting slogans in a mess, but no one shouted long live Joffrey anymore.

Front, rear, left and right, gaps began to appear in the defensive pikemen and mercenary arrays, and some guards were pushed down and trampled, but at the same time, some spears pierced into the chests, throats, and heads of the refugees.

Stones and bricks flew in the air, striking at the King and the Queen Mother. The Kingsguard and the Red-robed Guard raised their shields. The stones hit the shield, ping-pong, as if it were raining.

Princess Messira and Prince Tomman screamed!

"Please, Your Majesty, spare those who are still dirty," pleaded Sansa, "and let us go into the church quickly." ”

The enraged king lost his mind, and brandished his short sword and gave the order, "Get out the man who threw the dirt!" Joffrey ordered, "If he doesn't lick it clean for me, I'll want his head!"

Sandor's longsword was unsheathed, but he couldn't cut through the wall of flesh and blood, and the man who threw the wouldn't stay still. Not to mention arresting people, even if it passes, unless you cut down the layers of human walls in front of you. The Hound was helpless, "Sansa, follow me!" said the Hound as he saw that the crowd was not afraid, but was rushing towards it, and some of them had sticks in their hands.

Tyrion sniffed out the disaster, "Clegane! stop! The man had already run away." ”

Joffrey pointed to the crowd, "Right there! Dog, cut a path and bring him in."

This sentence was another fatal mistake to cut a way, the most violent accelerant added to a piece of burning oil.

Joffrey's words were drowned out in a thunderclap of anger, fear, and hatred, and the roar of the crowd rolled in from all directions, engulfing the king, the queen mother, the prime minister, the iron guards, the red-robed guards, and the gold-robed men.

"Bastard!" someone screamed at Joffrey, throwing out his slippers.

Stones and rancid cabbage rained down, and the guards raised their shields to block the rainstorm.

"Bastards!" others shouted "bitch!" and "**!", and stones and feces were thrown on the Queen Mother's head and body.

Tyrion was verbally attacked with "freak!" and "half-human!", and countless jumbles whizzed through the air.

The crowd in the square swelled, everyone crowded in the direction of the king and the queen mother, and the golden-robed guards struggled to maintain the defensive line, stones, feces, and all kinds of filth flew overhead.

"Give us something to eat!" a woman shouted.

"Bread!" shouted a man behind her.

"We want bread, mongrel!"

In an instant, a thousand voices shouted together. King Joffrey, Lord Robb, King Stannis, King Ranley, and King Robert were all set aside, and only the Bread King ruled the world.

"Bread," they kept shouting, "bread! bread! give us bread." ”

The first person who shouted bread was arranged by Littlefinger, but it was only the beginning. All the other things happened thanks to Joffrey.

Tyrion kicked his spur and ran to his sister, shouting, "Enter the church." Fast. Cersei nodded slightly, and Ser Lancel drew his sword.

At the front of the queue, Jacelyn Baiwatt was yelling and ordering, "Wedge Formation!"

The infantry moved out of the way, and the cavalry formed a wedge-shaped formation like sharp knives, which was the best formation for charging through the enemy's defenses on the battlefield.

"Charge!" Jacelyn Baivat pointed forward with her sword, giving the order.

The cavalry advanced with iron hooves, the crowd rolled and rolled, countless people fell, the cavalry ranks parted the waves like sharp arrows, the bloody air filled the air, and the screams resounded in the square of the Great Sanctuary of Baylor.

The slaughter begins!

However, there were too many people, and soon, the advancing cavalry ranks were blocked, the frontmost cavalry was pulled off their horses, the horses were also killed, countless swords were cut down, and the refugees fell in pools of blood. But more people pounced, and they grabbed the horseman's legs, and grabbed the horseman's arms, and they bit with their teeth, kicked with their feet, and grabbed with their hands, and as soon as they took their weapons, they stabbed them into the bodies of the cavalrymen and horses.

The king rode anxiously in circles, and countless hands crossed the lines of the golden-robed guards and grabbed him. His little face was pale, and he swung his sword and slashed at it, cutting off many of his fingers, but still one hand managed to grasp his leg, but only for a moment, Sir Mandon's hand rose and fell, and the hand broke off at the wrist.

"Run!" Tyrion shouted to Joffrey and slapped him hard on the buttocks. The horse stood on its hind legs, neighed in the sky, and rushed forward with the cavalry, and the crowd dispersed in front.

Tyrion wielded his dagger and killed several people in a row, but Bronn protected him and cut down several of them for their deadly sneak attacks.

"Joffrey, run!" shouted Tyrion at his nephew. He hated Joffrey, but Joffrey was the son of his brother Jaime, and his relationship with Jaime was incredibly good.

The Hound and Araldim were able to kill them, and when they turned back, the king and the queen mother were gone. They had to carve out another way, and the road ahead had fallen into chaos, whether it was cavalry or infantry, the formation had been scattered, everyone was caught in the bitter battle of the sea of people, and the guards of the Royal Forest were also scattered, and they did not know where to go. In the midst of all his busy schedule, no one noticed that Sansa was gone.

A group of red-robed soldiers protected Messira, Tommen, Joffrey, and Cersei as they charged forward after the wedge-shaped cavalry.

The little devil hurriedly broke into this gap, and Bolonti broke his sword. As the horse galloped, a bumpy stone flew past his scalp, and a rotting cabbage smashed into Bolon's shield and scattered in all directions.

To their left, three golden-robed guards were crushed by the surging crowd, and then the crowd trampled on their bodies and rushed forward like a wave in the sea.

The Hound horse was still ahead of the way, but he was once again out of direction, and he was able to kill himself, and he and his lieutenant commander and the pikemen were scattered. Alone, with a horse and a sword, he charged and slashed into the crowd, and everywhere he went, the crowd retreated. No one could stop the mad hounds, not to mention that most of the refugees were unarmed, and no one wore armor.

Tyrion saw Alan Santaga being pulled off the saddle and the black gold banner of House Baratheon ripped from his hand.

Thankfully, Araldim and several of his golden-robed officers did not lose their minds, and they steadily advanced towards the cathedral gates, joining forces with the wedge-shaped cavalry. The ranks of the protectors of the King and the Queen Mother were strengthened.

A team suddenly rushed out of front, and the crowd retreated, and Sir Baron Swain led the way, slashing left and right, and leading a team to rush out to meet the king.

A banner that fell from the Lannisters was torn open by the crowd, and thousands of ragged pieces swirled and flew like red leaves in a storm, and in an instant they disappeared.

A figure stumbled through the crack in the procession, like a drunken drunkard, and he pounced on Joffrey, and the king drove his horse over, only to hear a scream from under his hooves.

Everyone shouted to protect the king, long swords were waved, shields were defended, countless stumps and blood flew in the air, and the screams were earth-shattering. Suddenly, a white shadow rushed through like lightning, and the little devil fixed his eyes on it, it was Sir Mandenmoor, who was covered in blood. He lost his way in the great battle, and only now did he cut a bloody way to find the king.

Suddenly, the madness of the world had been left behind, and they "clicked" into a no-man's land guarded by golden-robed infantry, with the church gate in front of them, guarded by a column of pikemen. Ser Jeslin, who was the first to break through the crowd, is regrouping his squad of lancers, preparing to rush out again to get more courtiers and nobles back.

The pikemen parted on both sides and let the king pass. Two hundred cross-bowers protect both sides of the gate, giving people a little peace of mind.

Tyrion doesn't remember how he got off his horse.

Sir Mandon was helping the trembling king down, and Cersei, Tommen, and Messira were terrified, their faces and hands splattered with blood.

Lancel also rode through the gates, and Sir Marlin and Sir Beros also appeared.

The sword of Beros was stained with blood, and the white robe on Marin's back had been torn off. Sir Baronswin's helmet was gone, and his mount was sweating profusely, and as soon as he entered the gate, he suddenly fell, spitting blood from his mouth and twitching his limbs.

Horace Redwin escorted Countess Tanda back, but her daughter Loris was knocked off her horse and could not escape, and she was about to go mad.

"What about the archbishop?" asked Cersei.

Count Gales' face turned pale: "The archbishop was pushed to the ground by the crowd, and the people rushed up while he shrieked and prayed. Soon, he was torn apart, his hands and feet were torn off, his heart and intestines were dug out, and the mob hated the fat man. Everyone was starving, and the bishop was eating too fat...... On that occasion, no one would dare to go over and save him, really!"

The exiled prince Jalabasor, dressed in pitch black, said he saw the Kingsguard Sir Preston's Greenfell rush back to save the archbishop, but he was soon overwhelmed by the angry crowd.

Countless seven-star monks were also pushed down, trampled and beaten by the people, and died.

Tyrion came to Joffer, his crown crooked to one side, dung condensed on it.

"Traitor!" Joffrey exclaimed, "cut off their heads!"

The little devil slapped Joffrey's flushed face and knocked the crown flying. Then he shoved Joffrey to the ground and kicked him with his legs, "You big idiot with a head full of poop!"

"They're traitors!" Joffrey screamed on the ground. "They insulted me and attacked me!"

"That's because you were the first to trample down an old woman! What do you think they're going to do? Obediently get down and let you slaughter you? You spoiled little brat, you don't have any brains, God knows how many more people have killed you this time, and you escaped unscathed! You damn fool, fool, fool!"

The little devil kicked the king hard, and the king rolled on the ground, screaming and screaming. It was so enjoyable that he wanted to keep playing, but Sir Mandenmoor pulled Tyrion away and then Polon grabbed him.

Cersei threw herself over and fell to her knees beside her son. Her angry eyes glared at the little devil: "Little devil, he is your king!"

Tyrion shook off Boron's hand, "How many people are out there?" he yelled, not knowing who he was yelling at.

"My daughter!" cried the Countess of Tanda. "Please, somebody has to save Loris......"

"Sir Preston has not returned," Sir Palos Braun reported, "neither has Alan Santaga." ”

"Tiri Kranister Jr. didn't make it back. Sir Horace Redwin said.

Tyrion looked around the courtyard. "What about the Stark girls? Sansa? Sansa? If something happens to her, wouldn't it be better for any of you to leave him, Jaime's life is in her hands, and if the West wants to make peace with the North, she can't do without her, the Kingsguard, the golden-robed garrison, the red-robed guards, what are you doing?

The audience was silent.

Tyrion pressed his numb fingers against his aching temples: if Sansa Stark had three long and two short, his brother Jaime would have died.

"Sir Mandon, you are her bodyguard, and I order you to go out and save her. ”

Sir Mandenmoor was indifferent: "I swear to protect my king, and when the king is in trouble, no one else is worth mentioning." ”

"That's exactly how it should be," Cersei interjected. "Beros, Marin, go back to the girl. ”

"And my daughter," sobbed Lady Tanda, "and I beg you, sir......"

Sir Beros was timid, "Your Majesty," he told the Queen Mother, "lest our white robes anger the mob, and that would be worse." ”

Tyrion couldn't take it anymore, these were a bunch of goddamn Kingsguards, sent by God to humiliate the sacred title of Kingsguard: "Take your fucking robes, you goddamn fool...... But you'll have to get Sansa back, or I'll swear I'll have Shaga chop off your legs and hands, and split your ugly head in half, and see if there's anything else in it but the black paste!"

Sir Beros blushed with anger, "You call me ugly, just you?" he raised his bloody sword and pointed it at the little demon, and Bronn nimbly pushed Tyrion away, aiming his shuriken at Palos.

"Stop!" Cersei snapped. "Bolos, do as I am told, or we will give this robe to someone else. Remember your vows"

"She's there!" shouted Joffrey, pointing.

Sandor Cregan rode Sansa's maroon mount into the church gates, his horse close behind. The girl sat behind the hound, her arms tightly wrapped around the hound's waist.

Tyrion yelled at her, "Are you hurt, Miss Sansa?"

There was a deep wound in her scalp, and blood was dripping down her forehead. It was a masterpiece of a sharp stone.

"They...... They throw things...... Stones, garbage...... I kept telling them that I didn't have bread. But one man still tried to pull me down. The hound killed him, it seems...... His arm ......" she widened and covered her mouth. "He cut off his arm!"

"The little bird is bleeding. Someone! Who's going to take her back to the cage to heal her wounds? The hound shouted.

Maester Franconia hurried forward to treat Sansa's wounds and stop the bleeding.

"Santaga is dead," continued the hound. The four men dragged him down and took turns throwing pebbles on his head, and smashed him to pieces. I slaughtered one, but I couldn't save him. ”

Countess Tanda came over: "My daughter"

"I didn't see it at all. The hound rudely interrupted Lady Tanda and walked away with a frown.

The horse's hooves sounded, and Littlefinger and his four red-robed guards appeared at the gate, Littlefinger's gown was shattered, and the guards' cloaks were all gone, covered in blood. I don't know if it's someone else's or their own.

Littlefinger's eyes were calm: "This is terrible, we must find a way to find food, otherwise the riot in King's Landing will not stop, and we should also strengthen the garrison of King's Landing, which is obviously not enough to deal with emergencies." ”

"Where do you find food?" said the little devil in a sarcastic tone.

"The Magic Mountain is in Harrenhal, I received news that he has robbed hundreds of miles of crops near the Divine Eye Lake, and also looted several towns, we need food from the Magic Mountain, and we also need his army, Your Majesty the Queen Mother. Littlefinger knelt down and helped the Queen Mother pick up Joffrey.

He knew that the little devil was not easy to fool, so he said to Cersei and Joffrey.

This riot exceeded Littlefinger's expectations and almost killed him. He just organized a few people to shout for bread in the crowd, and then spread some truths, such as Cersei is the cousin, the king is the illegitimate son of **, he did not organize a riot, everything is due to King Joffrey's heroism caused an unprecedented catastrophe.

"The Magic Mountain will not give us food if it has it. Malintlan said. At the mention of the Magic Mountain, he had palpitations, and in his heart he was resolutely opposed to the Magic Mountain entering King's Landing.

"No, as long as the king gives an order, who would dare to disobey?!" Littlefinger looked at King Joffrey with respectful eyes. He took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the dirt off for the king.

The little devil looked at Littlefinger like an idiot: "Littlefinger, you have your idea, then you have to persuade the Demon Mountain to send us the food he has stolen with great difficulty, otherwise...... I'll take you for sin!"

The little devil always felt that Little Finger was suddenly out of food. But the top priority now is food, otherwise everyone will be finished without waiting for Baratheon's 100,000 army to come.

"Prime Minister, although I have to listen to your orders, I prefer to listen to the king's orders. Both the Queen Mother and the King are here. Littlefinger looked at the Queen Mother and His Majesty the King, and respectfully, "Your Majesty, please give the order." As soon as the rebellion begins, the whole city will spread, as long as we can let the nearest magic mountain into the city and bring food, King's Landing can rest easy, and the army of Baratheon will kill it, and there will also be a magic mountain to lead the army to resist. ”

"Lord Petyrberg, send an order to the Demon Mountain, and bring his food and soldiers. King Joffrey regained the king's authority from the groveling of Littlefinger, and he gave the order in a loud voice.

"Yes, Lord King, the riot will spread throughout the city, and I beg your permission to let me put an end to the riot in the city. Little Finger was loyal and righteous.

"Is there anything you can do to quell the riot that is about to spread across the city?" asked the little imp.

Littlefinger and Cersei helped Joffrey to his feet and looked back at the little devil who was already in chaos: "Prime Minister, why are the mobs rioting?"

"Hunger!"

"Yes, I went out and announced that tomorrow I would give them bread outside the gates of the Red Keep, and they would be dispersed. Littlefinger said.

"But we don't have any food left. ”

"Yes, we don't have any extra food, but the nearest Magic Mountain will soon bring food from Harrenhal. ”

"What if the Magic Mountain doesn't give us food?"

"Magic Mountain may not listen to me, but he will listen to a certain big man. I am convinced of this. ”

Cersei's heart suddenly became as clear as a lamp, and she immediately said, "Alright, Lord Petyrberry, you are much more useful than someone who can just play tricks, go ahead, and calm the mob outside." There is the Magic Mountain, you are fully responsible. If he doesn't listen to orders, I'll ask my father to give orders. “

"Yes, Your Majesty the Queen Mother. "Rest assured, Your Majesty, that the mob outside will soon disperse and will not interfere with the celebration of His Majesty's Name Day today." “

Littlefinger looked at the little devil and smiled: "Prime Minister, why don't we go out and announce it together." ”