The waters of Blackwater Bay are filled with the sound of trumpets and thousands of wooden oars rising and falling and hitting the water.

Stannis Baratheon stood on the deck of the flagship Fury, gazing out at the castle faintly visible in the distance.

King's Landing grew larger and larger, and he could clearly see the Red Keep perched high on the high hills of Aegon, overlooking the Blackwater estuary.

The cliffs beneath the castle were rocky and steep, interspersed with moss and thorns, and the fleet had to pass under the Red Keep before they could enter the harbor and attack the city.

"Your Majesty, what do you think it is?" Count Allister Florent spoke suddenly.

Stannis came back to his senses and looked in the direction his king's hand was pointing, and saw that something seemed to glisten at the bottom of the mouth of the Blackwater River ahead.

"It's chains." Stannis said, then his gaze followed the giant iron cable to either side.

Then a newly built stone pagoda was found on each side of the river.

"What are the Lannisters going to do?" Count Allister wondered, "Are you going to raise the iron rope to prevent us from entering the river?" ”

But soon, he realized that the other party did not intend to do so.

Because the first column of the fleet had entered the mouth of the Blackwater River with the rising tide, and the iron cable had not been raised.

"Perhaps in preparation for the separation of our fleet in two." Count Allister guessed again.

Stannis snorted, "Boring tricks." Send people to both sides of the strait and pull out the base of the tower. ”

"Yes."

However, Stannis did not give the order to halt the fleet's advance.

In his opinion, even if the iron cable separates the fleet in two, it will not affect the overall situation, after all, at sea, his advantage is too great.

As the former Minister of the Sea, the royal fleet has always been in the hands of Stannis.

Now his fleet is ten times larger than his opponents, and his displacement and combat effectiveness far surpass those little toys of the Lannisters.

He didn't feel that the enemy could pose a threat to him at sea, and the real challenge would not be encountered until he captured King's Landing and then went ashore to attack the city.

And Stannis is also full of confidence in this.

Because he knew that King's Landing was empty now.

The Lannisters want to guard against the coalition forces of the three northern realms, and want to intervene in the invasion of the Storm Lands by the Riverlands, and there will definitely not be many defenders left in the city.

And Stannis also knows one of King's Landing's Achilles' heels - lack of food.

This deformed city would not last long without the food supply of the Riverlands and the Riverlands.

And the Castle of Wind Breath is the real hard bone, since the people of Hewan want to gnaw, let them gnaw.

May they knock out all their teeth at Storm's End!

In contrast, King's Landing is the fat meat that is easier to mouth.

Stannis was confident that he would soon be able to enter the Red Keep and sit in that steel chair.

That's the chair that should belong to him according to the law!

Stannis saw that the enemy fleet was retreating against the current, and sneered in his heart, is this planning to lure the enemy deeper?

He took a deep breath and said:

"Command, attack!"

The sound of trumpets sounded on the Blackwater River, the war drums beat wildly, the oars rose and fell, and one battleship after another began to enter the combat speed.

Chase the enemy fleet as they try to escape.

The trebuchets at the head of the Red Keep also began to fight back, and cans of burning asphalt barrels were thrown down and smashed onto the ships near the north shore.

The sailors screamed, but they did not panic too much, and moved quickly to extinguish the fire under the command of the captain.

The Fury repositioned and attempted to return fire with the stern trebuchet. It is a pity that the range is not enough, and the thrown stones can only be smashed on the city walls.

Stannis was expressionless and didn't stop grinding his teeth until he saw that the Spirit had landed on the north shore and the ship's knights and soldiers had swarmed down and begun to line up on the shallows.

Then the prayer slammed into the riverbank, and the archers on it jumped down.

On the river, the Black Beth slammed into the enemy's flagship, the heroic Joffrey, and with a loud roar, the ram in the bow split it in half.

But Stannis noticed that instead of soldiers and sailors struggling to survive, it was a stream of green juice that flowed into the river like a spoiled fruit.

"What's that?" Count Allister wondered.

Stannis stared at the miserable green juice, and suddenly felt chills all over, and it took him a long time to squeeze two words out between his teeth:

"Wildfire!"

At this moment, he saw that the Swordfish next to him was rushing forward quickly, its bow had been ignited by the asphalt fire canister, but this ignition did not affect its speed, but made it more excited, in front of it, a Lannister family ship, the Sweet Cersei, was slowly fleeing downstream, but at its current speed it was obviously unable to escape the pursuit of the Swordfish behind it.

"No!" Stannis shouted.

But the captain of the Swordfish certainly didn't hear his king's orders, and he was excitedly tearing the Sweet Cersei apart with the battering hammer in the bow.

Green juice flowed out of the broken enemy ships like rotting fruit, ignited by the burning asphalt barrels—

Rumble!

With a sharp explosion, Stannis was knocked flying by a huge force.

The world is spinning, top-heavy, and there seem to be countless voices roaring in the ears, but the world has become extraordinarily quiet.

When he regained his senses, he realized that he had fallen into the water.

The Swordfish had vanished completely, and a green fire devil dozens of feet tall rose from the river, stretching out countless arms and embracing its fleet in it.

The Pious, the Brave, the King, the Crow...... All of them burst into flames, engulfed in green flames.

Stannis's heart was cold, and he clung to a piece of driftwood, and suddenly turned around to see that the iron cable at the mouth of the Blackwater River had been raised, blocking the ships trying to escape.

The green flames spread past, turning the entire river of Blackwater into a fiery purgatory.

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"I'm afraid there's something wrong with the rear of the Hewan people."

At the head of Bronze Gate City, Count Ralph looked at the retreating riverbend soldiers and made his own judgment.

"Could it be that King's Landing has been conquered by His Majesty Stannis?" Sir Bruce's eyes showed excitement, "If that's the case, then the Riverbend people are probably going to prepare for peace talks." ”

"It's possible." Count Ralph nodded slowly, and a smile could not help but be on his face.

Although he didn't like Stannis as a person, after all, this person was also surnamed Baratheon, and the Bukele family also saved the risk of being scolded as a chameleon.

Seeing that the enemy was not ready to continue the siege, Count Ralph turned and walked down the tower, and at the same time explained: "Send a messenger out of the city to ask ......."

But just halfway through the conversation, he was interrupted by an exclamation:

"Dragon!"

Count Ralph stopped, looked back, and sure enough, he saw a white dragon flying out of the Hewan military formation, heading straight for Bronze Gate City.

But he didn't panic, it was just a young dragon, could it still burn down the city walls?

Do you really think you're the "Black Death" Bellerion?

Count Ralph said to the herald beside him:

"Let the crossbowmen prepare, and our ballistas, if that dragon dares to come closer, maybe the Bukele family will produce a warrior who slays the dragon."

"Yes."

As soon as the herald left, he saw that the white dragon had already flown near the city wall, but to everyone's surprise, it did not fly high, but swooped down towards the base of the wall at a sharp acceleration.

It was a blind spot for the ballistas placed on the city walls, and although the crossbowmen fired a rain of arrows, they were too far away to do any damage to the dragon.

Under the stunned gaze of the defenders, the dragon was already speeding through like a white light and shadow, and at the same time spewed orange-red flames from its mouth.

And the target of Dragon Burn is none other than those weird carts abandoned in the corner.

The blazing dragon flame ignited the cart, and the iron sheet covering it gradually melted in the heat......

"What is this doing?" Count Ralph was a little confused, "Are you really going to burn the city walls with dragon flame?" The people of the river bend are crazy ......"

Rumble!

Heaven and earth were suddenly filled with a loud bang.

For a while, the entire city tower was rumbling and trembling, and the war horses under everyone's crotches neighed one after another.

Earl Ralph, who was going downstairs, stepped on the air and rolled down the steps.

The guards were so frightened by the movement that no one helped them.

Count Ralph got up from the ground with a bloody face, and was about to curse loudly, when he saw everyone look in one direction in amazement.

He followed the gaze of the crowd, and then opened his mouth wide as well, and became a sculpture.

Because, the north wall of the Bronze Gate City, at this moment, a huge cloud of smoke and dust rose, and under it, the city wall that was still standing majestically before, was slowly collapsing like a toy, and soon, there was a huge gap that was a hundred steps wide!

The cool autumn wind blew away the smoke and dust, and the hearing slowly recovered, but the consciousness of the people of the stormland had not yet returned.

They couldn't understand what it was all about.

Is Dragon Burn so powerful?

In the collapsed ruins, hundreds of defenders were wailing in pain.

But at this time, no one paid attention to them.

Both the Stormlanders and the Riverbend people stared blankly at the collapsed walls, and suddenly felt that the world had become incomprehensible.

The white dragon seemed to be taken aback by the power of his own flames, and seemed to be about to swoop down and squirt again, but fortunately he was stopped by the sane Samwell.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a thousand years, and the cry of fear sounded in the Bronze Gate City. Chaos and panic spread like wildfire, making the city roar like a camp, and countless people ran and roared, frightened by the terrifying power of the dragon.

"The city is broken." Count Landau's eyes were complicated, and his tone was a mixture of joy and shock, and the latter was probably even more so.

The riverbend master knew that it was not the dragon's work, but gunpowder.

The "new gadgets" made by those bachelors were even more powerful than he imagined.

This made him feel a little inexplicably confused.

Regardless, Earl Randolph is well aware that from this day forward, the siege rules on Westeros are about to be rewritten.

The noble knights of the river bend next to them continued to soothe the frightened war horses under their crotches, and at the same time, they were deeply shocked by this terrifying scene.

Is this the power of dragons?

They were glad they were on the dragon's side.

The members of the Deer Party secretly exchanged frightened looks, as if they were glad that everyone had exercised restraint at the original hunt and that there had been no bloody conflicts.

Otherwise, I am afraid the consequences will be unimaginable.

Count Landau took a deep breath, suppressed all kinds of emotions, and said:

"Command, attack!"

The trumpet sounded again, this time with the order to attack.

Only then did the soldiers of Hewan come to their senses, put all kinds of complicated thoughts behind them, and shouted excitedly, rushing towards the gap in the city wall.

"The city is broken! The city is broken! ”

The shouts rang out all over the mountains, as if the whole field was cheering.

The soldiers of Hewan looked at the white dragon hovering above the ruins of the walls of Tongmen City, and their hearts were filled with reverence and fear.

At this moment, Caesar, who was riding a white dragon, was a symbol of invincibility in their eyes!

Swordsmen and shieldmen, pikemen, axes, archers...... All of them swarmed like ants towards the crumbling northern wall, towards the shadow cast by the dragon, with a pilgrimage of devotion and fanaticism.

"Ralph Bukele is at the head of the city! Get him! Get him! Sir Amman Peck was at the forefront, and seemed to be eager to give his future father-in-law a warm hug.

"Quick! Fast! Keep up! The knights excitedly brandished their swords and urged their soldiers.

Samwell hovers over the ruins of the city walls on a white dragon.

When he looked down on the dragon's back, he saw that the banners of the Hewan army were everywhere, and countless elite soldiers like a torrent of steel rushed towards the Bronze Gate City in an unstoppable attitude.

Even the auxiliaries and civilians in the rear poured out of the camp like madness, and merged into the torrent as if enchanted.

And the soldiers of the defenders of the Stormland were so frightened by this momentum that they couldn't raise any resistance at all.

Seeing that the defenders at the head of the city had broken down, Samwell finally stopped controlling the white dragon and allowed it to swoop down excitedly, letting out a sulfur-smelling roar.

Whew-

Dragon flames swept through the city, engulfing a few Stormlands soldiers who had no time to escape.

Samwell leapt from the dragon's back, stood tall at the top of the wall, and slowly drew his giant sword [Dawn] behind his back.

The flaming greatsword emitted a blazing light, like a dazzling beacon, guiding the riverbend soldiers forward.

"Attack!" Samwell raised his sword forward and roared.

At this moment, it was as if he had become the master of this war.

Countless excited thoughts and different emotions shouted out and converged into one voice—

"Attack!"

"Attack!"

"Attack!"

The Stormlanders collapsed, fleeing and running in all directions, fleeing from the terrible monster in the sky, the invincible dragon.

Cleopatra vibrated her smoky wings and flew and circled above Samwell's head, the sunlight casting its shadow down as if it had enveloped the entire Coppergate.

The dusty air was filled with swords, blood, death, and flames.

The city was broken.

Yesterday the radish was on a business trip, and it was almost 11 o'clock when I returned to the hotel in the evening, and I stayed up until 1:30 to get out of a chapter, and I have to get up early tomorrow for a meeting, so I will forgive me.

(End of chapter)