A fighting has ended, the air is filled with a disgusting smell, and the flat road is filled with blood and mud.
Rainwater and blood mixed together and stuck to the middle-aged coach's boots.
Snapped--
Then he stumbled and stepped on it, splashing water, leaving a small pit in place, which was quickly filled with red rainwater.
thump--
After stumbling a few steps, William Darry's knees softened and he fell to his knees in the mud.
One hand was placed on the ground, sweat dripped from his forehead, and he opened his mouth and gasped for air, like a fish that had been thrown onto the shore.
Huhu~
His other hand was tightly covering his abdomen, and blood was still flowing from the gaps between his fingers.
he got hurt.
This was the most serious injury on his body. He was stabbed under the ribs by a masked bandit who fought back before his death. There were many other injuries, large and small, that he himself could no longer remember.
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Not far away, the lame knight also drew his sword with difficulty and knocked down the last Red Castle guard who tried to kill him. The long sword slammed into the opponent's neck.
"you..."
"Damn."
Then he swiped hard in the other person's numb eyes, and blood spurted out instantly.
thump--
The corpse's knees weakened and it lost all strength, and then fell into the mud.
The lame knight killed the soldier, staggered slightly, and then stood with difficulty on the ground with his sword pillar.
The chestplate, which was hit by the javelin and had a deep pit, rose and fell slightly. He was breathing heavily, and his golden hair was stuck to his face with sweat.
At this moment, the black cloth used to cover the lame knight's face had been left behind at some point.
However, now he doesn't care anymore.
Panicked shouts were heard not far away, and a vague figure kept looking back, then passed through the hills and into the woods, escaping without a trace.
This was a brutal battle, with deserters on both sides who could not bear the pressure. They underestimated the morale and strength of the Red Fort Guards, and so they paid the price.
When the battle entered a stalemate stage and it became clear that the plan was not going to work, the lame knight actually wanted to retreat.
However, his broken leg became an obstacle to his escape.
The deserters did not take away their 'sir', who had obviously become a burden, but abandoned him and fled.
Now on the entire battlefield, except for a few subordinates lying on the ground who were seriously injured and unable to escape, there were also a few remaining guards of the Red Fort who were leaning against the trees and wailing.
Later.
The Red Fort instructor once again stood up with difficulty holding his sword.
He and himself were the only ones on the entire battlefield who could still stand up.
The blond lame knight's eyes as sharp as an eagle could hardly tell how tired he was at this moment. He knew that he might have a hard time surviving since he was abandoned by his subordinates.
Unless he can use his last breath to kill everyone here, including Queen Leila who is hiding in the carriage and shivering...
At this moment, the lame knight seemed to have thought of something, his eyes were slightly dazed, and he held his forehead.
Only then did he see clearly that there was a boy with silver-blond hair standing next to William Darry. His body was also covered in mud and blood, and he was holding a sword in his arms. It was he who helped Sir William up.
"It turns out there is another man here."
The lame knight smiled dumbly while leaning on his sword.
…
And not far away.
The middle-aged instructor's slightly curly hair was also close to his cheeks. He covered his ribs with one hand and felt dizzy in front of his eyes.
This is a sign of excessive bleeding.
However, he still recognized who the mastermind of this attack was, and the black cloth on the face of the lame knight had been thrown away.
"Kevan Lannister!"
"It's you!"
The blond lame knight's face looks a bit old, but in fact he is only in his thirties. He has deep eye sockets, long nasolabial folds, and a trimmed short golden beard on his chin. It's just that he can see it at this moment.
It just looks a little awkward.
William's upper and lower lips trembled slightly, of course he recognized who the person in front of him was.
He is the younger brother of Lord Tywin, the famous Warden of the West, and the uncle of Jaime Lannister, who is currently serving as the Kingsguard at His Majesty's side.
"It turns out that the Lannister has betrayed the Iron Throne!"
Sir William's voice could not conceal the shock.
If the Lannisters have decided to betray the Iron Throne, then King's Landing may really be in danger.
Because before they set off, the army of the Western Region had already marched towards King's Landing under the banner of King Qin.
If King Aerys II ordered the city gates to be opened and the Western Army entered King's Landing, then this city that had never been attacked from the outside would probably fall from the inside.
And His Majesty the King also has Jaime Lannister by his side.
"Sir William."
"How about we each take a step back."
Kevan Lannister didn't mind being recognized at all. Now his situation was very bad and he could only beg for his life. Other things were not important.
Kevan held the sword with one hand and raised the other hand slightly, trying to make his words more sincere.
There are very few fools in the Lannister family. Perhaps there are flexible genes in the bloodline. After all, everyone knows who the Lannister ancestors are.
But now that he was trapped in such a rigid situation, Kevan did not give up hope of survival.
But he did not try to persuade the coach to surrender, because both sides knew that this was impossible. If the coach wanted to surrender, he could have done it long ago, instead of fighting to the point of this.
So he wanted to take a step back.
Don't look at the other side, there is Queen Layla, several maids and a little boy.
But Kevan has received strict training since he was a child and is proficient in fighting. Several women and a boy do not pose any threat to him. He can kill these women and children one by one, even if he is lame in one leg.
The only person who poses a threat to him is the Red Fort coach who is seriously injured and in a far worse condition than himself.
I heard what the lame knight opposite, whom Sir William called Kevan Lannister, said.
Viserys felt slightly nervous and raised his head to look at the man beside him.
"impossible!"
However, Sir William put his hand under his ribs and looked pale, but he flatly refused.
He couldn't let the other side go, otherwise when Kevan restrained the deserters, he and others would be the ones who died.
Then he looked at Viserys standing next to him and said.
"Child, do you still remember what I just taught you?"
'Learn to use the pointed end to stab your enemy.'
Viserys nodded heavily while holding his sword.
"follow me!"
Then the middle-aged instructor held his sword with one hand and staggered towards Kevan step by step.
Kevan knew that the opponent was resolute. He was lame in one leg and could not outrun the opponent by running. So he drew out his sword to fight.
The two once noble knights were now like two wounded hungry wolves, staggering and fighting in the rain and blood.