Chapter Ninety-Eight: Confusion

Chen Cheng continued to walk north, and chaos and panic were everywhere. Stannis killed his brother Lanli, and with the allegiance of most of the lords of the Stormlands, the number of troops swelled to fifty or sixty thousand, and how many troops were there in King's Landing? Is there any three thousand?

Tywin Lannister took all his troops out to fight Robb Stark in the Northern Kingdoms, leaving only one or two thousand elites in the city, as well as some very unreliable weapons, such as mercenaries or something.

When Chen Cheng came to the vicinity of King's Landing, he saw a panicked city, a city full of uneasiness. The nobility, the common people, the poor, all flocked here. The city was crowded with people who had no food or clothing, and many thatched huts were erected outside the city.

Walking on the road, you can see people surrounded by hunger and panic everywhere. The people in and out of the city combined, about a million?

What the? The capital of Westeros, the pride of the Seven Kingdoms, the seat of the Iron Throne and the Red Keep, with a population of only a million? But there are really only so many people here, and in the entire continent of Westeros, it can already be regarded as a crowd.

You know, not long ago, Theon Greyjoy, who was sent back to the Iron Islands by Robb Stark, took Winterfell, the capital of the Northern Kingdom, with thirty men. Thirty people! This is no joke, even if the troops in the city are all transferred, it will still feel incredible to take the capital with thirty men.

It hasn't spread throughout Westeros, but it's known to many people in Riverlands. Theon Greyjoy betrayed Robb Stark, captured Winterfell with thirty men, and executed two of Robb's younger brothers.

For Queen Cersei and King Joffrey, who occupied King's Landing, there was good news from the north and terrible news from the south. Once again, Stannis used the dark magic of the Lord of Light to murder the acting lord of Storm's End, and obtained the majestic castle without a fight.

Then, the ruthless and impartial King Stannis Baratheon immediately marched towards King's Landing with a large army. Lady Catherine, the mother of Robb Stark, King of the North, met with Stannis and brought news of the capture of Winterfell.

Stannis realized that King's Landing must be captured as soon as possible, and Robb Stark will most likely return to capture Winterfell first, so that the Lannisters, who were fighting the Northern Army near Neck, can pull out and return to King's Landing. If the main Lannister forces returned from the northern front, then he would not have been able to take the Iron Throne.

You know, there are still many people in the Stormlands who refuse to pledge their allegiance to him. They were stinking and hard old stubborns, with rock-like heads, and most of them were famous. Each of them had a relatively strong army, and once the Lannister's army returned, things would get bad. Stannis is a taciturn man, but sees things clearly. He understood what the nobles were thinking. The Dornis have not yet joined the war, but apparently they don't like Stannis either.

Things didn't go well for Stannis, but once he took King's Landing and sat on the Iron Throne, things would be completely different. Once they can seize the Iron Throne, then the attitude of the major nobles will immediately change, and the Dornish will also dispel the idea of making a move.

Well, at least that's what Stannis thought. So, King's Landing is about to turn into a battlefield.

Chen Cheng put away the white horse and carried two knives into the city. Due to the lack of urban planning, King's Landing is full of buildings except for the residential area near the Red Keep, and the city is filled with all kinds of stenchs that make people vomit.

"It's a big!" Chen Cheng complained: "Prison Gate Fort and Tianji City also have very smelly places, but compared to King's Landing City, it is a small thing. ”

He was about to find someone to ask where the Red Keep was, when the crowd began to stir. Looking up, it was the king and the queen mother who appeared on the street.

In the narrow streets, the garrisons of the capital were lined up on both sides, holding back the crowd with spears. Ser Jeslyn Beywatt led the way, leading the way with a group of black-chainmailed gold-robed lancers. He was followed by Sir Alan Santaga and Sir Baron Swain, holding high the banner of the King, with the roaring lion of the Lannisters on one side and the Crown of Baratheon on the other.

King Joffrey followed on a tall grey horse with a golden crown over his blonde curls. Sansa Stark rode a chestnut mare and walked beside him, her eyes not squinting, her thick auburn hair draped over her shoulders over a moonstone net. They were flanked by two Kingsguards, the Hound to the King's right and Sir Mandon Moore to the Stark Girl's left.

Next was Tommen, who was still sobbing, followed by Sir Preston Greenfield in white robes and white armor, and then Cersei, accompanied by Sir Lansel, who was in charge of protecting Ser Marin Tran and Sir Berros Braun. Tyrion follows his sister. Behind them were the archbishop in a palanquin and a long list of courtiers - Sir Horace Redwin, Countess Tann and her daughter, Jalaba Saul, Earl Gales Rosby and others. Finally by two columns of guards behind the palace.

Behind that row of spears, the dirty, scruffy, unkempt populace gazed gloomily at the people on horseback with hateful eyes. I didn't like it at all, Tyrion thought. He had ordered Boron to send twenty mercenaries to blend into the crowd to prevent accidents. Perhaps Cersei did the same with her Kate Black brothers. But Tyrion didn't think it would make a big difference. If the fire is too strong, even if you grab and sprinkle raisins into the pan, the pudding will still burn.

They walked through the Fishermen's Square, rode along the muddy tracks, then turned to the narrow, crooked Hook Alley and began to climb the Aegon Hill. As the young king passed by, some shouted "Long live Joffrey!" Banzai! Hooray!", but ninety-nine percent remained silent. The Lannisters were facing a gloomy and oppressive tide of rage as they traversed a sea of ragged and hungry people. In front of Tyrion, Cersei was laughing with Lancel, but he suspected that her pleasure was faked. It's impossible for my sister to ignore the weird uneasiness of the surrounding atmosphere, but she has always liked to be strong.

Halfway up the crawl, a woman screamed through the two guards and rushed into the middle of the street, holding a dead infant above her head to stop the king and his companions. The corpse was swollen and bruised, and had a strange shape, but the most terrifying thing was the mother's eyes. At first, Joffrey seemed intent on driving her horse to the ground, but Sansa Stark leaned over and said something to him.

So the king fumbled in his purse, and finally threw a silver deer coin at the woman. The silver coin bounced off the child, rolled over the feet of the golden-robed guard, and fell into the crowd, immediately setting off a burst of tearing and fighting. But the mother didn't even blink her eyes, and her bony arms seemed to be difficult to support her son's corpse, and she couldn't help but tremble.

"Go, Your Majesty," cried Cersei to the King, "poor thing, we can't help her." ”

Her words taught the mother to hear. Somehow, the voice of the Queen Mother destroyed what was left of her sanity. Her otherwise dull face was contorted with disgust. "Bitch!" She screamed, "Regicide's bitch! Incest!" She pointed at Cersei and threw the dead baby like a bag of flour. "Incest! Incest! Incest!"

The story of Queen Cersei and her twin brother having fornicated and giving birth to Joffrey, Tomman and others has spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Tyrion's attention was all ahead of him, and he didn't see who threw the camel dung, only Sansa gasped, and Joffrey roared and cursed. He turned his head, and the king was wiping the brown dirt from his face, and his blonde hair was sticky and a little splashed on Sansa's legs.

"Who threw it?" Joffrey screamed. He pulled his hair back, shook off a handful of dung, and his face was full of rage. "Get it out of here!" He shouted, "Whoever hands him over will offer a reward of one hundred golden dragons!"

"On it!" Someone shouted in the crowd. The king rode his horse around and looked at the rooftops and balconies above. The crowd was pointing at each other, shoving, cursing, cursing at each other and cursing at the king.

"Please, Your Majesty, just let him go," Sansa pleaded.

The king ignored her. "Get out of the person who threw the dirt!" Joffrey ordered, "If he doesn't lick me clean, I'll want his head!" Hound dog, you go catch it!"

Sandor Cregan dismounted, but he couldn't cut through the walls of flesh and blood, let alone get on the roof. Those in the near distance squirmed and pushed to make way, but those in the distance wanted to squeeze in to see the excitement. Tyrion sniffs the smell of disaster. "Cregan! Stop it! The man had already run away. ”

"I'm going to get him!" Joffrey pointed to the roof. "It's up there! Dog, cut a path and take him—"

His words were drowned out in a tumult, a thunderbolt of anger, fear, and hatred rolling in from all directions, engulfing them. "Bastard!" Someone screamed at Joffrey, "Bastard! Beast!" Others yelled "bitch!", "incest!", and Tyrion was subjected to "freaks" and "half-humans!" at the Queen Mother. of attacks.

The invective was mixed with cries such as "Justice!" and "Long live Robb!" Long live King Robb! Long live the Young Wolf Lord", "Long live Stannis!", and even "Long live the Blue Rite!" Crowds of people crowded toward spear shafts on both sides of the street, and golden-robed guards struggled to hold their lines, stones, excrement, and all sorts of filth whizzing overhead.

"Give us something to eat!" A woman shouted. "Bread!" A man behind her shouted. "We want bread, mongrel!" In an instant, a thousand voices shouted together. King Joffrey, King Robb, and King Stannis were all set aside, and only the Bread King ruled the world. "Bread," they cried incessantly, "bread! Bread!"

Tyrion kicked his spur and ran to his sister's side, shouting, "Go back to the castle." Fast. Cersei nodded slightly, and Ser Lancel drew his sword. At the front of the queue, Jeslin Baivat was shouting the order, and the cavalry immediately lined up in a wedge-shaped queue with their guns raised. The king rode anxiously in circles, and countless hands crossed the lines of the golden-robed guards and grabbed him.

One hand managed to grab the leg, but only for a split second, Lord Mandon rose and fell, and the hand broke off at the wrist. "Run!" Tyrion yelled at his nephew and slapped him hard on the buttocks. The horse stood on its hind legs, neighed in the sky, followed the cavalry, and rushed forward, and the crowd dispersed in front.

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