"Catch the Red Viper Alive!"

"Catch the Red Viper Alive!"

……

Count Jon Royce led more than 300 horsemen to attack from the south gate, and marched all the way.

"Catch the Red Viper Alive!" Samwell was bustling, but his eyes were fixed on the Forler Family Castle towering in the center of the Heavenly City, wondering how many golden dragons could be inside......

The Fowler family guards the prince's pass, and they must not be poorer than the Koggle family.

But before Samwell could be happy, things started to look wrong.

Originally, the city had already formed a rout and fled, and they fought all the way in without encountering any organized resistance at all.

But now, the resistance of the Dornites has become more and more fierce as time goes on, and there is a faint threat to surround this cavalry.

It's not scientific.

"That's not right!" Count Jon's truce horses, "How do I seem to hear the trumpets of the retreating Iron Throne army?"

Samwell's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly drove the falcon towards the north gate.

Then, he was stunned.

Didn't you already break the city just now?

He could see clearly through the eyes of the falcon before, the walls and gates of the north were all controlled by the army of the Iron Throne, so he dared to rush into the city with him, thinking of fishing in troubled waters.

But what's going on now?

The gates are open, and they can be driven out again?

What are the Iron Throne armies up for?

Or is the Dornish exploding?

But Samwell knew that now was not the time to think about this kind of problem, and that it was imperative to get away from it.

"Quick! Lord Jorne! Evacuate! The Dornites have recaptured the walls and gates to the north, and the heavens and the city have not yet been broken!"

"It's too late." Count Jon looked at the south gate that was slowly closing in the distance, and his heart was also filled with anger.

But he forced himself to calm down and looked around: "We have to find a place where we can defend......

Samwell looked at the Forler family's clan fort again, but he also knew that they couldn't rush to the clan fort in the current situation, and even if they barely rushed through, it would be impossible to attack it.

"Go to the Templar!" Lucas Dane pointed to the Seven Sacred Churches that stood on a hill not far to the east and made a suggestion.

The Earl of Jon only glanced at it, and then made up his mind:

"Good! Everyone, go to the Templar!"

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"Lord Eddard, why are you so angry, it's a big deal to attack again."

Queen Mother Cersei said nonchalantly.

"yes. If I can take Heaven and City once, I can take it a second time." King Joffrey nodded his head, "But this time, I'll have to cut off the head of the red viper with my own hands!" This untrustworthy bastard!"

Duke Eddard's arms were covered with bandages, and he looked tired like never before.

He opened his mouth, but did not speak, as if he had felt that there was nothing more to say.

After a long silence, the king's hand slowly removed the golden hand brooch on his shirt that symbolized his status, threw it in front of the mother and son, and said in a plain but extremely firm tone:

"Your Majesty, I can't be your king's hand, please be smart. Also, as of today, the Northern Army will no longer listen to the Iron Throne. We'll go on the offensive, but only to avenge Jon Arryn, not for the Iron Throne's orders." ….

"Eddard Stark! What do you mean by that?" Queen Mother Cersei's face changed slightly, and her tone was instantly cold.

"Treason! You are treason!" Joffrey yelled.

Duke Ed retorted unceremoniously: "Treating war as a child's play, and abandoning the victory that the soldiers have bought with their lives is the real treason."

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

"When you want to kill anyone, everyone wants to kill you. Your Majesty, don't forget the fate of 'Mad King, Aerys.'"

After saying this, Duke Ed stopped paying attention to the king and turned and walked out.

"Kill him! Kill this traitor!" Joffrey yelled at the white knight beside him.

But alas, none of the seven white knights moved.

None of them are stupid enough to kill Eddard Stark here, just wait for the Northern Army to rebel.

And what the king did really made them all chill.

We can't go on like this.

So, the seven white knights all stared at the ground, as if they had become sculptures.

Queen Mother Cersei grabbed her son and said, "Don't worry about this stupid wolf, since he took the initiative to resign from the king's hand, it will save us a lot of trouble, he doesn't do it, some people do it."

Duke Ed had already walked to the door at this time, and as if he remembered something, he turned back and said:

"There is one more thing, my daughter Sansa is not worthy of His Majesty, so the previous marriage contract is null and void."

"I'm going to kill you! Eddard Stark, I'm going to kill you!"

The king's angry shouts were heard almost throughout the camp.

Out of the tent, Duke Ed saw that a large number of angry nobles had gathered outside.

"We don't want to fight for such a king!"

"Joffrey Baratheon must apologize and repent for the dead warrior!"

"We're not fighting! We're going to withdraw!"

……

Duke Ed was about to speak, when he saw the captain of the Kingsguard, Ser Barristan Selmy, the fearless, follow him.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Barristan shouted, "Listen to me."

After the crowd was quiet for a moment, Barristan continued:

"I can understand your anger, and I know that the King's actions have caused great harm. Therefore, I assure you that such a thing will never happen again!"

Count Matus Rowan said, "How can you guarantee it?"

Barristan decisively drew his long sword, then held the sharp blade with his left hand and pulled it down—

Blood instantly stained the blade red.

"I swear by the honor of the White Knight." Holding his blood-stained sword, Barristan said solemnly, "During this battle, if King Joffrey gives any more military orders, let this sword fill my throat with blood!"

The nobles were stunned.

Because Barristan said that he was gambling his life and deposing King Joffrey's authority.

Although it is only limited to this war, the political risks that this white knight has to take are also quite terrifying.

Count Matus also stopped talking, he quietly looked at the old white knight, as if he saw the former "champion of kings" Christon Cole.

This man had directly disobeyed the will of the previous king and installed another heir, which directly led to one of the bloodiest civil wars of the Targaryen dynasty - the Dance of the Blood Dragons. ….

The figures of the two Kingsguard captains seemed to coincide at this moment.

Count Matus's eyes narrowed, and suddenly he smelled some kind of danger.

Sir Barristan said slowly, "The king will no longer interfere in military affairs, so I ask you to regroup and take the city of Heaven and City."

The prestige of the captain of the Kingsguard silenced the scene.

Barristan looked at Duke Eddard, "Lord Eddard, you are the commander of this army, so please take up the heavy responsibility."

Duke Ed gave Sir Barristan a deep look and nodded slowly.

Barristan looked at Duke Metz Tyrell again, "Lord Mace, what is your opinion?"

The Duke of Metz coughed lightly and said, "As long as the king stops fooling around, I will have no opinion."

Barristan slowly swept past the nobles until everyone nodded their heads and agreed to continue the battle.

The captain of the Kingsguard gambled his reputation and his life to finally pull back the army that was already on the verge of falling apart.

And the command of the Great Army, back

In the hands of Eddard Stark.

Everything seems to be back on track.

After the nobles dispersed, the Duke of Metz thought of some of the words he had heard from the Duke of Eddard in the tent, and said to his son, Garland Tyrell, beside him:

"Write back to the High Court and ask your sister to come over!"

"Father, it's a war now, why did you ask Margaery to come over?"

"Don't talk nonsense, isn't the Queen Mother here, go quickly!"

"Okay."

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"Quick! Hurry up! Block all the doors and windows! Block!"

In the main hall of the Templar, the Earl of Jon directed the soldiers to move the tables and chairs in the temple to the door and window, trying to turn the leaky church into a fortress.

"The Dornites won't last long!" Earl Jorn said loudly, trying to cheer up the soldiers, "The Iron Throne army has already successfully climbed the walls once, and soon there will be a second, a third...... As long as we hold out here for a few days, the victory will be ours!"

Samwell used brute force to carry the huge statue of the Father to the door, and then despite the surprised eyes of the others, he started the idea of the statue again.

"Don't, don't!" The monk who hadn't had time to evacuate hurriedly dissuaded, "My lord, let me go outside and help you negotiate, okay?" These are statues of the gods, and they cannot be desecrated!"

"I didn't blaspheme." Samwell looked innocent, "Just let the Father and the Lady move her place, if the Dornites dare to smash it with a battering ram, it would be a real blasphemy. When the time comes, you must remember to stop it."

The monk was speechless, and could only watch as the baron, with his terrifying power, moved the statues of the Virgin, the warrior, and the blacksmith to the door, blocking just four doors.

The temple had two floors, and the windows on the upper floor were just enough for the soldiers to shoot when the four doors below were blocked, so it was barely a humble fortress.

But let's be honest, if the Dornians were determined to attack, this "fortress" really wouldn't last long.

One can only hope that the Dornish people outside are pious enough not to destroy the statue of the Seven Gods.

Samwell ascended the spiral staircase to the second floor, and through the window, he saw that there were already a number of Dornites gathered outside, roughly estimated to be thousands. ….

On their side, there were only three hundred and forty cavalry, of course, since they were cowering here, they were not cavalry, and the war horses could only be used as reserve food.

"The Dornites shouldn't be able to take care of us." Earl Jon also came to the second floor, not knowing whether to comfort Samwell or himself, and said, "Once the Iron Throne resumes attacking, these Dornish must go back to defend the northern wall. There's not going to be much pressure on our side."

"I hope so." Samwell was not so relaxed, he always felt that the situation was very wrong, the Iron Throne army outside the North City Gate was afraid that something was wrong, otherwise how could they suddenly retreat?

It can't be infighting, right?

Samwell thinks it's possible, you know, there's an "Emperor of the Ages" over there, and it's not unusual for that madman to do anything.

Although it was an afterthought, Samwell felt that he had been too impulsive to follow Earl Jörne into the city.

He underestimated Emperor Qiao's ability to make trouble too much.

Hey, why can't this "Saint John" survive to the end?

"The Red Viper is coming."

Earl Jorne's words bring the cranky Samwell back to reality.

He looked out the window and saw a tall man in an orange robe emerge from among the Dorns, who was none other than Prince Oberon the Red Viper.

With a gun in his right hand and a shield in his left hand, the man stood still about a hundred paces from the Templar and said in a loud voice:

"Are those Earls of John and Baron Caesar?"

Earl Jon responded, "Yes. Your Highness Oberon, it's us."

Prince Oberon laughed, "Did you come down and surrender yourself? Or wait for us to get in?"

"Your Royal Highness, who do you see here?" Samwell pulled Obaya Shadra to the window and told her to lean out halfway

body, so that Prince Oberon can see the truth.

Sure enough, Prince Oberon's arrogant smile froze on his face.

"Obaya......

"Father!" Obaya shouted, "Leave me alone! Offensive! Attack!"

Samwell pulls her back and then gagged her with a cloth.

When he was doing this, he suddenly had a sense that he was the villain......

He hurriedly shook off this thought and said outside:

"Oberon, you don't want your daughter to die, do you? Let's live together peacefully......

"Hahahahaha!" Prince Oberon burst into laughter and interrupted, "This is a battlefield where you live and die, and anyone who believes in peaceful rhetoric is a fool!"

Without waiting for Samwell to reply, he looked at his daughter and shouted:

"Obaya! Remember the choice I gave you? Spears or tears?"

Obaya couldn't speak, but her resolute eyes spoke for themselves.

Prince Oberon understood.

So, he threw a spear at his daughter!

Samwell didn't expect this at all, and instinctively thought that the target was himself, so he immediately retracted into the wall, and when he tried to go to Raobaya again, he was already a beat slower.

Phew!

The spear pierced Obaya's chest, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

"Attack!"

Outside the church, the hoarse cries of Prince Oberon could be heard.

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