Game of Thrones: Joffrey the Chosen

"I don't understand why everyone is talking about how I was once trapped in Storm's End."

"It seems that this Blackwater Bay battlefield is destined to be more dangerous than safe for us."

Joffrey leaned over the wall, watching the bald head gleaming in the sunlight.

He silently dubbed Stannis's voice in his mind.

Is that what he's thinking?

Is it possible?

James was grinning from ear to ear.

"I've heard people say that Stannis was a piece of pure iron, black, hard, and strong."

"But this is the first time I've seen someone so tough, ignoring us and going after his own brother first! Hahahaha!"

The battle situation outside the city has become a complete mess.

Stannis didn't have many archers to begin with, just a scattered hundred or so, and judging from their attire, they were hunters temporarily conscripted from Crab Claw Peninsula.

Therefore, his ranged units, like the defenders of King's Landing, were mostly crossbowmen and could not effectively suppress the city walls.

After all, drawing a bow and aiming at an enemy on a rocking boat is indeed asking the impossible.

As for the pirates, they did bring a bunch of projectiles, but they could only stare helplessly at the city wall that was more than ten meters high.

Therefore, his attack method still relied on swarming and scaling the city walls.

It's about filling the gaps with human lives.

But as they were filling in the gaps, a problem suddenly arose on the flank.

Those vassals who should have been his not only failed to pledge allegiance to him, but also stabbed him in the back!

The Clinton family's little schemes with King's Landing were, of course, unknown to others.

Therefore, given that they launched the first attack, the Stormlands lords couldn't just stand by and watch their allies besieged; they had to offer some support.

After all, the people of this region have their own pride.

Unlike the vast plains within the royal domain, the Stormlands are mostly rugged mountains and dense forests.

Although the coastline is long, it is full of rocks, making it impossible to develop a navy and trade.

Furthermore, because it is sandwiched between Dorne, the Reach, and the royal domains that once belonged to the Riverlands, it is frequently plagued by war.

Therefore, the harsh environment has forged a strong race, and the inhabitants of Stormland are full of martial spirit.

They were skilled in defense, and the castles they built were more fortified than those in other regions.

If you're good at defense, then you're good at shooting.

The Storm Archers are renowned throughout the Seven Kingdoms for their strength.

Under unified command, more than a thousand archers formed small wedge-shaped squares and began to rain arrows down on Stannis's army.

You cannot shoot at units engaged in combat with friendly forces, nor can you shoot at units that are attacking a city and weakening the enemy.

Then the goal becomes very clear.

The pirates, who thought themselves clever, immediately incurred a devastating blow.

Arrows rained down like a storm, their kinetic energy from the falling sky easily piercing through the stolen, inferior armor, carving into shoulders, and piercing backs.

The pirates frantically raised their shields, only to find themselves caught between two streams of fire.

The defenders on the city wall seized the opportunity to unleash a barrage of crossbow bolts, instantly felling a large number of exposed bodies.

The pirates scattered once again, rushing towards the riverbank in a panic.

But Stannis's personal guard held the crossing firmly.

The messenger of light also saw blood at this moment.

Just like the legend says, the first to be hurt are still their own people.

He managed to stabilize the situation after killing several pirates who tried to seize the ship and escape.

Joffrey raised his hand, signaling the defenders to cease fire.

He discovered that the raid launched by the Clinton family, consisting of several hundred men, had not yielded much success.

After all, they are just a small force now, a propertied knight family.

Their earldoms were stripped of their titles long ago after the War of the Usurpers, and they should have little say in the Stormlands Alliance.

He was probably just taking this opportunity to put on a show and give Joffrey a preliminary pledge of allegiance.

Their behavior was not strange at all.

The lords of Stormlands chose to cross the river at this time simply because they felt that King's Landing and Stannis were already weakened, and it was a good time to come and take advantage of the situation.

At the same time, the same crowned stag flag was also raised there.

Unfortunately, the enemy of my enemy is still my enemy.

What kind of king are you? You dare to fly the same flag as me?

"Long live!"

But the soldiers were unaware of this.

They only saw a fight breaking out below and assumed it was their own people arriving, so cheers rose and fell.

The wildfire in the middle of the river has been extinguished, leaving only a pile of broken wreckage at the bottom of the water.

The remaining Stormland troops on the south bank clearly felt that transporting troops by rafts was too slow, so they used the wreckage to build pontoon bridges.

The Stormlands army on the north shore grew larger and larger, and more than three thousand men gathered at the King's Gate, southwest of King's Landing.

These are all genuine private troops of feudal lords, and their fighting strength should not be underestimated. Moreover, more than half of the army has not yet crossed over.

Joffrey was very worried.

Stannis must be very worried.

Moreover, Joffrey was certain that Stannis's defining characteristic was that he held grudges and would grind his teeth when angry.

From as far back as he could remember, he had heard Robert muttering that more than once.

Stannis is complaining again, saying that he's been treated unfairly.

Why should Storm's End be his, and Stormlands be his too? Why should it be given to Renly?

But the more things were like this, the more Robert wanted to cause trouble.

While keeping Stannis hanging on, saying he would treat him the way he deserved, he went back into the house laughing and saying he had fooled the kid again.

and so.

Stannis was furious after being betrayed once again.

Tolerable or unbearable.

He immediately withdrew the attacking troops and personally led them westward in a surprise attack.

The eyes of a certain victory-seeking strategist immediately lit up.

"Great opportunity!" James exclaimed.

"Little Qiao... Your Majesty! We should take advantage of their chaos and rush out through the King's Gate to catch them off guard."

A defeatist strategist immediately stopped him.

"Silly brother, do you want to die again?" the little devil mocked.

"Our men are already exhausted; just resisting Stannis is already very difficult."

"Moreover, Renly's army has more archers than ours, and their range is also longer."

"The three gates on the west side of King's Landing are not completely sealed off; they might break in from there."

"We have no fresh troops left to send out."

James wanted to argue.

"There's more," the little devil said in a low voice as he looked around and leaned closer to them.

"The situation at Dragon Gate is not good; Sir Barristan has already ceded the outer walls."

"Although we have set traps in the alleyways in advance, only the White Walkers know how long we can hold out."

"The Prime Minister has been gone for so long and hasn't returned yet."

"It could be..."

Speak of Ed, and Ed arrives.

The Prime Minister climbed the city wall, panting, his face flushed.

"Your Majesty, please immediately mobilize the troops and march out of the city to meet the enemy!"

Joffrey and the others immediately looked at him.

"Red Crab has taken over the northern coast, and he has control of the entire fleet that Stannis left there."

"The Valerian family was trapped in the city, and Ser Barristan personally beheaded the Earl of Tidehead Island."

"The enemy troops have all surrendered, and the siege of the northern city has been lifted."

Ed took a deep breath, his eyes sparkling with a brilliance he hadn't shown in days.

"Your Majesty, reinforcements have arrived."

"My son has arrived."