The jousting arena was a vast meadow near King's Landing's King's Gate, flanked by fenced spectator seats, and now a large crowd was pouring out of the earthy city shrouded in morning mist not far away, towards the auditorium, on which many people were already seated.

In the stands in the center of the spectator sat the two referees of the contest trial, one was the brown-robed archbishop of the Sihuai Church, and the other was an old lady who looked to be in her sixties, wearing a dark black satin robe, with a rigid face, slender eyebrows, and a wrinkled face, but her waist was straight and full of fierce temperament.

Lan Li, who was standing on the south side of the pasture, had not seen her, but guessed that she should be the queen of the conqueror, the current Queen Mother, Visenia, who was so old and strange to him, but he paid more attention to the seven men who were fighting them a few hundred yards away from the pasture.

On his left was a knight in silver-plated armor, and on his right was one of the brown-haired twins, both of who, like Lan Li, were wearing white linen robes embroidered with crystal swords on the top of their standard armor, and some squires dressed as monks were checking whether the buckles of the armor were tightly fastened.

The same was true of those on the other side, but their armor and helmets were of different shapes, some plain, some fancy, some looked bright and dazzling in enamel, and some were only the color of steel, which shimmered quietly in the morning light.

Among them, Lan Li paid special attention to two people, one of whom was directly opposite him, a tall middle-aged man with brown hair, he was wearing a gorgeous set of armor, and the armor was covered with a more fancy smock, and the oblique orange and black underside of the smock was embroidered with a black and orange reverse color like a burning castle.

This is not expected, it is the enemy he needs to face next, the distance is not close, and he can't see anything special when he looks at it, but judging from the heraldic pattern, Lan Li can confirm the origin of this enemy.

The current ruler of Harrenhal in the Riverlands, a member of the Harroway family.

It was a family of lords that had long since died out in his time, but it was now in the midst of prominence, or about to take off, because the second woman Maegor married was born into this family.

Different from the rules of the tournament, the Seven Sons Judgment required the knight to charge head-on with a mounted spear, rather than a side fire through a railing, without any room for mitigation, and the degree of cruelty and casualty rate were naturally not comparable to ordinary martial arts.

The opponent's physique, which seemed to be comparable to his own, made Lan Li wary, and in addition, he also noticed another tall man wearing pitch black armor, helmet and shoulder armor with black dragon decorations, his robe and red dragon robe on a black background, and the long sword in his hand was dull in color but full of a special sense of edge, and now he was talking to the people next to him, his eyes sometimes glanced over, but he didn't seem to care much about these people.

He's Megger. Targaryen.

The third king to sit on the Iron Throne, the most famous tyrant of the future Targaryen dynasty.

However, Lan Li didn't observe for long before his vision was blocked, and he saw Nancy, the commander of the Warrior's Son. Tabek stepped in front of the knights and then spoke to them, "The next battle is crucial, and each of us must give it our all, either to die or to die. ”

"The others don't need me to say, you're all already a qualified knight, but you, Lemon." As he spoke, he looked at Lan Li, still annoyed in his eyes, but also a hint of encouragement.

"You're not without a chance of winning, the cavalry charge relies mainly on horsemanship, and you're not bad at riding. What you offer makes up for one of your shortcomings, so what you need to pay attention to when you go on the field is to focus on all the enemy's movements and react faster than the enemy, only then can you play to your strengths. ”

Insiders of the church always believed that it was very likely that Lan Li would die here, because he had only been a knight for a long time, and he had been a hairy boy from a civilian background before, and although he had done a very amazing thing, it had nothing to do with what the trial required.

No matter how you look at it, in this kind of specialized knightly competition, he can't compare to those veteran knights.

In fact, if possible, they would have asked Lan Li to give up his position, after all, this matter is very important to the church, and there must be no mistakes.

It's a pity that someone's move ahead of them makes them helpless, so they can only pinch their noses and admit it.

In a sense, this kind of behavior is equivalent to the overlord getting on the bus, and it is no wonder that many high-ranking members of the church are dissatisfied with Lan Li, and the previous leader of Nancy was the same, but now he stared at him very seriously and said: "Your enemy is Cole. Harloway, he's a well-known knight, but he's arrogant, and your information is easy to find, so he may have underestimated you, maybe this is your chance, seize it, and you can win. ”

At this time, the magistrate at the center stand summoned representatives of both sides to come forward, so the head of the regiment Nancy patted him on the shoulder, and finally said: "If we can survive this trial, then I want to have a good talk with you." ”

He said that he would get on his horse and ride towards that side with the Kingsguard Raymont, as did the leader of the opposing party, Meg.

They were going to have a final meeting, which meant that the tournament was about to begin.

The atmosphere became more solemn because of this, and Lan Li felt that it was really a bit unlucky for the head of the group to set up the flag indiscriminately, and there seemed to be someone around him who thought the same, so there was an inquiry.

"Lemon, are you nervous?"

It was one of the brown-haired twins who was questioning, and he was looking at him sideways with a serious face.

"Sort of." Lan Li told the truth.

"So you can't guess who I am." The other party said with some disappointment.

"I still want to ask you again before I die, but now forget it, the brain of a nervous person will become stupid."

"You're Amman." Lan Li rolled his eyes, and when he saw that the other party was surprised, he said, "Because Amman has bad breath, Almon doesn't." ”

The other party choked on these words, and even lowered his head suspiciously and covered his mouth with his hand and sniffed, looking at the people around him with a worried face, and the solemn atmosphere was also relaxed a lot, but he still couldn't completely get rid of the heaviness brought by the environment.

At this time, not only the audience seats on both sides, but also the open space in the north and south of the martial arts arena have been occupied, and the dense crowd looks like thousands of people, although everyone does not take the initiative to make noises, but countless trivial sounds gather together, and it still seems very noisy.

There were too many people here, and he couldn't see the slightest scene outside, and after glancing around, Lan Li found two familiar figures from the stands where the clergy were, Igo and Raya, which made him frown unconsciously, but at this time, the competition was about to start, and he didn't have the heart to pay attention to these two people who were obviously asked to stay in the city, but rushed over.

After the head of Nancy and the guards of the Royal Forest returned, everyone turned on their horses, and the attendants who served them hurriedly handed over their shields and spears, although Lan Li did not bring his attendants, but there were still monks who came to help, and the black war horses riding under him had already worn horse head armor, cuirass and chain mail blankets.

So judging from the appearance, he already looked majestic on horseback like everyone else in the same row.

"Remember the plan we said we had planned."

After a final word of advice, the commander of the Warrior's Son, Nancy. Tabek fastened his steel helmet and held a twelve-foot training spear in his hand, and rode on horseback, his back slightly bent, his eyes fixed on the opposite side.

The same is true for others, including the enemy, and between the two sides silently facing each other across the arena, an invisible confrontation seems to have been born.

When a horn sounded, the seven horses began to trot to the opposite side.

Leaning over, his body undulating with the running posture of the war horse, Lan Li clenched the gun in his hand, the whining wind around him gradually rose, the sound of the collision between the plate armor and the chain mail was faintly audible, and the heart beat more and more violently like a drum, in addition, he ignored other sounds in the surrounding environment, the crowd shouted, the river rushed, the birds fluttered, and the horses roared......

The rhythm of the horse's running became more and more rapid, from the initial trot to a violent gallop, and the rumble of the horse's hooves hitting the ground combined with the horse's body rushing trembled like an earthquake. The helmet was restricted, and Lan Li could not see the situation of his companions on both sides except for the front, and could only see the knight spears wrapped in colorful striped gun ornaments pointing to the front.

But then he didn't pay any more attention to what he saw out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes stared at the other side with a condensed and focused gaze, the figure of the enemy wearing gorgeous armor and rushing at great speed became taller and more obvious.

A burly physique, a dark yellow burqa that fluttered in the wind, a castle coat of arms on a shield, and a mounted spear that was raised diagonally and did not look sharp at the front.

The most important mounted guns......

Lan Li on horseback suddenly woke up, the other party was using the same as them at the moment, and it was the same twelve-foot-long training spear, not an eight-foot real war spear with a sharp pointed tip!

But it was too late to find out, because the moment of confrontation had already arrived.

Looking down from the sky, seven heavily armed knights on each side rushed towards each other like fourteen arrows on the meadow, and one by one the mounted spears were suddenly aimed at their respective targets at the right moment.

Then, at that moment, several roaring noises suddenly sounded from the extremely fast impact, the horses neighed, someone screamed, and there was a violent uproar around them—

It was as if all kinds of voices were born at the same moment, just as the long-standing judgment erupted, death and blood splattered, exclamations and roars in unison.

At the last moment, Lan Li struggled to direct his horses towards the opponent's horse, rather than avoiding it sideways, and the rifle in his hand ignored the enemy's well-defended shield, and struck the opponent's rather fancy burqa on the left chest in an instant.

The spear ring and gun carriage matched the speed of the war horse's charge, and the heavy collision, accompanied by the splash of sawdust from the sudden shattering of the two spears, the tall figure on the horseback on the opposite side was immediately swept up and spun by the huge impact force that was enveloped, and then fell to the grass in the distance with a violent sound, and his arm moved slightly, and then he lost his strength and lay there motionless.

But that doesn't mean Lanli won.

The force of the shock caused by the collision of the two galloping horses made him dizzy, and he was also unable to avoid the enemy's attack, and even his cuirass was dented.

Fortunately, the enemy didn't expect him to be so crazy, so the attack angle did not fully exert the power that the charge should have, but it also made Lan Li lean back for a while before barely holding back, feeling a sharp pain in his body, as if his entire heart was about to be shattered by this impact.

What's even more unfortunate is that the eyes of the war horse under him are deeply inserted into the eyes of a flying fragment of the barrel of the riding spear, which even makes the horse's footsteps stagger, and finally screams and rumbles to the ground.

The knight on horseback fell off his horse in one fell swoop.