There are no surprises......

The sailors who had lost their captain quickly chose between a desperate fight and surrender, not wanting to see for themselves what would happen if the strange sword slashed at them.

Just when Zhang Cheng began to be a little unable to control the strong killing intent surging from the bottom of his heart, Blanco also completed the occupation of the other ship, jumped over with more than two dozen people, wiped the blood stains on his face, and said with a serious expression: "Sir, I think our operation to hunt the enemy fleet must be stopped. ”

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Zhang Cheng hurriedly shook his head vigorously, driving those terrible sounds and thoughts out of his mind.

"Well, look. The old mercenary pointed to the flaming battlefield not far away. "Stannis has built a pontoon bridge from the wreckage of the burned ship, and he has led his best knights to attack the city gates. If we don't hurry back, King's Landing will fall in a short time. ”

Following the direction of his finger, Zhang Cheng immediately found that thousands of soldiers had already climbed the city wall and were fighting with the "golden robes" of the city defense army.

I don't know how to do it, relying on the terrain advantage, the golden robe actually retreated, and in the blink of an eye, a large part of the city wall was lost, and it was compressed into one independent gatehouse after another, which was divided and surrounded in professional terms.

It may not be completely wiped out for a while, but the situation is clearly extremely unfavorable for the defenders.

"Damn, didn't the intelligence say that Stannis's vanguard was only 20,000 men?" Zhang Cheng subconsciously frowned.

Although it was difficult to accurately count the number of soldiers on both sides during the scuffle, it was obvious that the attacking side had far exceeded 20,000 at the moment, and with the dense reserves behind, not to mention 20,000, more than 30,000 or 40,000.

You must know that the terrain of King's Landing is very special, with the Blackwater River to the south and Blackwater Bay to the east, Stannis led the army from Storm's End, and the location must be in the south of King's Landing, and if you want to attack the city, you must rely on the navy to transport the soldiers over continuously.

But the little devil saw through his plan, made full preparations in advance, and used wildfire to severely damage the fleet at once, not only killing a large number of soldiers loaded on the ship, but also making the transportation inefficient, unable to transport a large number of soldiers to the opposite shore at once.

Similarly, Stannis reacted very quickly, and when the fleet was devastated, he immediately ordered the wreckage to be put together to build an improvised pontoon bridge.

With the help of this pontoon bridge, the follow-up troops poured directly into the weakly defended city wall, and in less than an hour or two, they occupied a large area of the outer city wall.

"Sir. Now make a decision. Blanco whispered.

"Decision, you don't think the Lannisters lost the battle, do you?" Zhang Cheng asked with a smile as he took off his helmet.

"Isn't it? I really don't see how Lord Tyrion can turn the tide at this point. Perhaps it would be a good choice to abandon the outskirts of the city and take the initiative to retreat to the Red Fort. The veteran mercenary gave an evaluation based on his previous combat experience.

Zhang Cheng smiled and shook his head: "Of course not." Don't forget, Tyrion was just a pawn in the South that his father, Tywin Lannister, had planted. Think about it, how long has it been since Stannis arrived in King's Landing?

Blanco was obviously not a fool, and quickly realized the implicit meaning in his words, and tentatively said in a tone of uncertainty that was not very sure: "What do you mean...... Duke Tywin is leading an army of House Lannisters in an ambush nearby, waiting for the best time to pay tribute?!"

Zhang Cheng did not directly answer the other party's question, but suddenly sighed: "Do you know? In my opinion, there are two kinds of heroes in this world, one is to inspire people in desperate situations and make them never give up hope, but they are usually relatively short-lived, and often die under the enemy's sword before the bitterness is over. I admire this kind of hero, but I will never emulate it. As for the second type of hero, he always appears at the most critical moment, defeats the enemy with a devastating force, and then greets the cheers and praises of the people, and also reaps the maximum benefits by the way. Tell me, what do you think Duke Tywin is?"

"I think he's probably the latter. Blanco thought back a little about Tywin Lannister's deeds and immediately came to his own conclusion.

"That's right, since you know who he is, what are you worried about?Lock the captives in the cabin, tell everyone to get ready for battle, and let's kick off this heroic canon for Tywin Lannister......" As he spoke, the corners of Zhang Cheng's mouth curled slightly, and he began to take off his blood-stained armor one by one and replace it with a flint staff that had not been used for a long time.

There is no need to ask to know that he intends to completely let go of his hands and feet, and show the powerful and incomparably destructive power of the mage in front of everyone.

Under the command of the veteran mercenary, the five entangled battleships quickly and slowly separated, two of which were impaled by the ramming horns and were left in place to hold the captives who surrendered, while the other three were simply trimmed, re-hoisted with Stannis's flag, and rushed towards the vicinity of the battlefield.

"Look, our ship!" a sharp-eyed knight shouted at his companion.

But before the others could react, there was a buzzing sound in the air, followed by a dense rain of arrows falling from the sky, snapping on armor and shields, and some piercing through armor and into fragile flesh and blood.

"Ahh

"Oh no! It's an enemy ship!"

"Defensive formation! Defensive formation!"

......

With a cacophony of curses and shouts, the troops belonging to Stannis on the shore began to quickly turn around, gathering into a close infantry phalanx in a semi-arc.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Cheng had a sinister smile on his face, turned his head and commanded the sailor in charge of operating the catapult: "What are you waiting for, let's start." ”

"Hey, hey, as you wish, my lord. The sailor grinned and let go of the taut lever.

Moment!

More than a dozen sealed canisters of wildfire were thrown out and slammed against the shield wall, and dark green liquid was scattered everywhere in an instant.

Before the soldiers could figure out what was going on, a blazing flame streaked across the sky and fell.

Next Second......

Rumble!

Violent explosions and flames engulfed hundreds of soldiers on the spot!

Far from providing any protection from the sturdy armor and shields they were proud of, they had turned into deadly molten iron under the burning flames.

All of a sudden, screams and wails echoed over the battlefield, so much so that the Stannis soldiers who had been trapped in the city couldn't help but stop and watch the tragic death of their comrades with a look of horror.

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