Game of Thrones: Joffrey the Chosen

King's Landing is built along the Blackwater River, and the riverbank outside the Mud Gate is triangular in shape, gradually narrowing from west to east.

It can accommodate tens of thousands of people horizontally, but only a few hundred people can stand side by side vertically.

In addition, the defenders on the city wall would fire a couple of shots in whichever side had the upper hand to try and balance things out.

So, as the fight went on, both groups ended up stepping into the river.

"Oh, oh! My old friend!" the old pirate cried, "The men of Salado are about to give way!"

Even so, he still jumped over and helped Davos deal with the enemy in front of him.

Davos touched the leather bag hanging around his neck.

This was his lucky charm, containing his severed finger.

"We cannot retreat unless His Majesty orders a retreat."

"Gah, Your Majesty?" The old pirate's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Let me tell you, His Majesty is hiding behind the scenes, making Davos and old Salado work for him!"

"It's not worth it, not worth it at all! The gold coins are useless once the person dies!"

He nimbly wielded his scimitar and felled another Stormland soldier.

"Your Majesty lied to Salado, saying the brat king had no reinforcements, but where did these people come from? Their flags look exactly like the ones on the Red Castle!"

Davos spun forward, using the sword in his right hand to deflect a spearhead aimed at Salado.

"That's Lord Renly's man." He swiftly cleaved the man's wrist, then slit his throat with his sword.

"They didn't come to rescue King's Landing."

"I don't care about blue gifts, red gifts, or green gifts!" The old pirate shook his head, the peacock feathers on his fan-shaped green hat bouncing with each step.

"All Salado knows is that they're attacking us, and they outnumber us! This war is unwinnable!"

The Onion Knight wanted to explain.

Suddenly, the soldiers in front of the storm seemed to explode, and their formation fell into chaos.

The sound of horses' hooves rang out.

horse?

Why are there horses here?

They were all infantry; the small boats couldn't possibly carry horses. Renly's men were even less likely to be able to carry horses; the rafts were barely big enough to hold people.

unless……

The Onion Knight glanced at the river and saw the rafts paddling back.

Could it be that Valerian and Setiga broke through the north gate and came to their aid?

"Charge! Hurry, lads!" The old pirate's expression changed instantly. "They've retreated! We can win this!"

The pirates immediately seemed to have changed, and seized the opportunity to counterattack, throwing javelins and axes at each other as they charged forward with strange cries.

After fighting for so long, these guys still have so many things hidden away that they haven't thrown out.

The soldiers in the storm had nowhere to escape.

Running towards the city wall would turn them into pincushions from crossbow bolts, so they had no choice but to throw away their weapons, take off their armor, and jump into the river.

Hundreds of knights, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, were chasing and slashing at the fleeing Stormlands soldiers.

"Our men have arrived!" The old pirate greeted them with a grin.

The knights charged toward them.

"Their men have arrived." The old pirate retreated with a mournful face.

"Run! Run, lads!"

The ones that run the slowest are in the front row.

Davos retreated to the riverbank and found his king.

"Your Majesty, let's retreat," Ser Asel Florent said from the side. "I saw Setiga's flag! That damned Red Crab has betrayed us!"

"The siege forces north of King's Landing are surely finished. If we stay here, we'll be crushed! Let's retreat back to Dragonstone while the fleet is still intact."

In the distance, the Storm Archers who had once dealt them heavy blows now lay only a pool of blood on their original position.

The knights were still chasing after the fleeing soldiers.

If Melisandre hadn't laid an ambush on the Kingslayer, these knights would have certainly caused them even greater trouble.

Meanwhile, at the upstream ferry crossing, another massacre was taking place.

A well-trained army departing from King's Landing is advancing slowly in a shield wall formation, marching in orderly steps.

The heavy infantry in the front row fought bravely, pushing the hastily landed Stormy Land soldiers into the river; the pikemen in the rear row thrust out with precision, their movements perfectly coordinated.

What new recruits?

They are clearly well-trained, regular veterans!

They were all fooled by the people of King's Landing!

Those people deliberately pretended to be weak, causing them and Lan Li to fight prematurely over the unequal division of spoils.

Then seize the opportunity to launch an attack and annihilate both of their forces in one fell swoop.

What a big appetite!

But they are perfectly qualified to accommodate it.

Not far away, another thousand cavalrymen trotted over.

Grey-white icefield wolf flag, silver trout flag, orange-black pebble flag, green-black broken wheel flag...

Their calm and unhurried demeanor made it seem as if they already felt trapped.

"Onion Knight, what is your opinion?" his king began to ask him.

Davos looked down at the foot of the city wall.

Thousands of corpses lay scattered outside the muddy gate, most of them belonging to the direct troops of Dragonstone Island, elites that had been painstakingly built up over the past ten years.

"Your Majesty, let's withdraw." He said succinctly.

"We lost."

His king began to grind his teeth.

"withdraw."

……

The enemy's small boats slowly drifted away from the shore, and the flag with a fiery red heart disappeared into the distance on the river.

Joffrey did not send anyone to pursue them.

Robb's men haven't recovered their fighting strength yet; they're just showing up to give the other side a blow to their morale.

Moreover, a cornered beast will fight back; pushing it too far will only make things worse.

In their attempt to seize the ship, the pirates had already begun to turn their swords against their own forces.

Those who were slow to run had no boats to ride, so they jumped into the water and tried to climb up by holding onto the side of the boat.

But what he received was an axe blow that left his hand on the boat.

The soldiers covering the rear realized they were alone after fighting for a while, so they simply threw down their weapons and squatted down to surrender.

"Long live!" the crowd cheered.

Joffrey also removed his faceplate.

As far as the eye could see, there were mostly soldiers and pirates from Stormlands, with the occasional King's Landing cavalryman being dismounted and beaten to death.

Some weren't quite dead yet; they were still hissing and panting heavily.

Those who can be saved should be taken back; those who cannot be saved should be treated with mercy.

At the foot of the city walls lay a large number of Stannis's soldiers, who were the enemies who had inflicted the greatest casualties on the defenders of King's Landing.

"Gah—"

Black wings began to hover in the air.

A large flock of crows smelled the blood and wanted to join the feast.

"Select our people; hand the nobles over to the Silent Sisters, and the commoners..."

"Let the common people see if anyone claims them, then we'll build a cemetery for them to be buried together."

As for the corpses of the enemy soldiers.

Joffrey was silent for a moment.

"Let's bury them all together."

According to Westeros tradition, this is the best possible outcome.

Most people end up dying in the wilderness.

Moreover, the battlefield was right next to the Blackwater River, and some ruthless people used to just throw them all into the river and wash them away.

Joffrey slowly surveyed the riverbank.

After the king gave the order, Ed and his men went to carry it out.

After all, the post-war period is the most complex, involving rewards, compensation, and the treatment of prisoners of war—each and every one of these matters must be addressed gradually.

A messenger came running up, his boots covered in dark red mud.

"Your Majesty, the Clinton family of Eagle's Nest Castle requests an audience, saying they have something very important to discuss."

Joffrey dismounted and tossed the reins to a squire standing nearby.

The person who arrived had a bright red beard, but his voice sounded very young.

He knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty, I am Roland Clinton."

My uncle is...

These things can wait; Joffrey is more concerned with other things right now.

Where did Renly go?

Not all the soldiers on the south bank of the Blackwater River crossed over; including those who swam back, there were still five or six thousand people on the other side.

Five or six thousand, it shouldn't be that little.

Red Roland paused for a moment.

"Lord Renly has gone to attack Lord Tywin Lannister from both sides."