The prisoners, who were stripped of their weapons and armor, were roughly pushed forward.
Sir Old Lopin and his Second Sons walked in the front, the ropes deeply cutting into their wrists, and the aristocratic demeanor of the past was gone.
They were led in front of a tall black horse.
The knight on the horse is wearing black scales, and the silver trout on his chest flashes in the dim skylight. He is Brynden. Tully.
"Sir, Suleiman has been defeated. Please surrender."
"Dying in vain means nothing."
Blackfish looked down at the prisoners, with no emotion in his voice.
Sir Old Lopin slowly raised his head and looked at the man on the horse with his cloudy eyes.
He sighed deeply, "Give me a pleasure, Sir Blackfish."
Brynden. Tully seemed not to notice his determination and continued to speak.
"What if Suleiman wins King's Landing? Can you win?"
"Even if you win by luck, you still have to go through thousands of battles, and Sir, you will never see that day."
Blackfish's voice coldly analyzed reality.
"You yourself are now beheaded in public, and your last son will also be beheaded in public with you."
"The family has been implicated, and Iron Throne's punishment will definitely cut off your bloodline."
Sir Old Lopin's body trembled violently, he lowered his head and remained silent.
Blackfish is riding on a tall horse, and his voice continues to be suppressed.
"Westeros There has never been a vassal who was loyal to the lord until his family was exterminated."
"What's more, you are not the vassal of Suleiman, but the vassal of House Deddings."
"Suleiman coerced and coerced House Deddings into rebellion. What crime are you guilty of?"
"Bend your knees now and House Tully will protect you.
He paused and his tone softened slightly.
"I know that Suleiman is kind to you and has given you land."
"But you have repaid his kindness by going through life and death for him several times. Even your eldest son died in battle for him."
"Now, shouldn't you consider your own family?"
Sir Old Lopin's Second Sons couldn't bear it anymore. He looked at his father and cried sadly.
"Father, I don't want to die!"
"We have paid enough for Lord Suleiman, why should we let the family be destroyed and cut off?!"
His son's cry was like the last straw, crushing the old jazz's tense nerves.
He knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed heavily against the cold soil, suppressed sobs welling up from the depths of his throat, and his old shoulders shook violently.
Blackfish Brynden. Tully stood up and dismounted, pulled out the sword from his waist, and cut off the rope that bound Sir Old Lopin with one sword as everyone watched in shock.
He leaned down, put his hands on the old jazz's shoulders, and helped him up.
Looking at the grief-stricken old man in front of him, Blackfish's voice slowed down a bit.
"House Tully promises that we will protect you."
Sir Old Lopin raised his face full of tears and nodded while crying, expressing his willingness to kneel to House Tully.
Blackfish patted his shoulder and signaled the soldiers to loosen his Second Sons.
At this moment, a rapid sound of horse hooves came.
Tytos. Blackwood returned with a group of cavalry in disgrace. He got off his horse and walked quickly to Blackfish.
"Failed to catch Patrick. Morrison."
His voice was full of regret.
"I was rescued by a group of robbers who ran out of nowhere."
Blackfish glanced at him with a calm expression.
"I know who they are."
"Suleiman sent West Riverlands to pretend to be robbers and wanted to take the opportunity to murder my people."
Tytos. Blackwood's eyes widened with shock on his face.
He looked at the released Old Lopin and his Second Sons in the distance, and then looked at Blackfish with a complicated expression.
"You House Tully are really kind and generous. It's a pity that the lords Riverlands can't feel your kindness."
Brynden. Tully did not reply.
His gaze has been falling on Sir Old Lopin, his eyes are deep and difficult to understand.
Blackfish finally spoke, his voice low.
"I used to think Suleiman's methods were too despicable."
"But now for Riverlands, I have to do the same thing as him."
Tytos. Blackwood followed his gaze and found that Brynden. Tully was looking at Sir Old Lopin.
He looked puzzled, not understanding what Blackfish meant at all.
It was night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.
A disgraced cavalry team came to Pinkmaiden tiredly.
The soldiers on the castle immediately became alert and shouted questions.
"Who are you!"
Sir Old Lopin rode forward, raised his head and shouted.
"I am Sir Lopin! Aide-de-camp to Commander Morrison!"
"Hurry up and inform the officers guarding the city that we have been defeated. The pursuers are clinging to us and opening the castle gate!"
An officer's head soon appeared on the city wall.
"I am Sir Eker, the city guard officer!"
He shouted loudly to the bottom, his tone full of vigilance.
"It's late at night and I can't see my fingers. How do I know if you are pretending to be someone else and trying to trick me into opening the castle door?"
"I can't follow your orders!"
Sir Old Lopin lowered his head, his heart ached, and he couldn't bear to continue to deceive him.
Upon seeing this, his Second Sons immediately turned over and dismounted, striding towards the suspension bridge.
"See my face clearly!"
The soldiers dropped several torches from the city wall, illuminating the young and anxious face.
They looked carefully and finally confirmed their identity.
"It is indeed Sir Lopin's Second Sons!"
A soldier turned back and reported to Sir Eker.
Eker Sir hesitated for a moment. Now that his identity has been confirmed, it would be unreasonable for him not to open the door.
"Open the city gates and welcome them into the city!"
The suspension bridge was slowly lowered, and the city gate opened with a creaking sound.
Sir Old Lopin led his troops and swarmed in.
Just when Sir Eker and other civilian knights stepped forward to greet him and relaxed their vigilance, something unexpected happened.
The troops brought by Old Lopin quickly drew their weapons, surrounded them, and took control of the castle.
Now, everyone knows that Sir Old Lopin has surrendered.
Sir Eker and his companions were disarmed, with shock and anger written on their faces.
However, Sir Old Lopin looked at these civilian knights who were canonized by Suleiman, the Loach Knights as outsiders despised them, and his heart was full of unbearable.
He remembered the order of Brynden. Tully: Everyone can be pardoned, but these Loach Knights and Junker Knights who resisted the most fiercely will never be forgiven.
Sir Old Lopin asked people to bring horses to the captured Loach Knights and returned their weapons.
"Get out of here."
His voice was low and sad.
The knights looked at Old Lopin with mixed emotions, including anger, contempt, and understanding.
Finally, Pinkmaiden's garrison officer, civilian Sir Eker, spoke.
He did not look at Sir Old Lopin, but gave orders to his companions.
"Leave immediately! Save your strength! Go to Adam City to report the situation!"
Everyone no longer hesitated, mounted their horses one after another, galloped out of the castle and disappeared into the night.
However, Sir Eker himself did not leave.
Instead, he dismounted and stood there quietly.
Old Lopin looked at him, his lips moved, but he didn't know what to say.
Sir Eker did not accuse him, and there was no anger on his face. Instead, he showed a wry smile.
"You are not wrong when you call us loach knights."
He caressed a cheap family crest carved from wood by himself on his chest.
"I have a low status, low blood, and nothing. If it weren't for Lord Suleiman."
"I never dared to think in my life that I could become a knight from a cavalryman and be reused.
,"Master Suleiman entrusted me with the responsibility of defending the city. How can I leave where the responsibility lies?"
Sir Old Lopin's body trembled. "If you don't leave, you will definitely die!"
Eker smiled, with a calm and frank smile, "Just die."
He took out a small package from the compartment of his armor and handed it to Old Lopin.
"Please give these belongings to my wife."
"My son."
Then, he took off the rough wooden family crest and handed it over.
"This."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the inner castle deep in the castle alone, his back looking lonely and determined.
House Tully's army marched into Pinkmaiden.
The soldiers rushed into the inner fort, but stopped one after another.
Civilian knight Eker, wearing his neatest armor, stood alone in the middle of the courtyard of the inner castle.
Seeing the enemy troops rushing in, he slowly stood up straight and tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.
He shouted loudly, and his voice echoed throughout the castle.
"Suleiman Lord canonized! Civilian knight! Pinkmaiden on guard! Eker!"
He raised his sword and pointed it at the enemy.
"Live and die with the city!"
"Fire the arrow!"
The House Tully officer waved his hand and ordered.
Arrows came roaring like rain.
Eker was hit by several arrows, but still roared and strode forward.
"Live and die with the city!!!"
Amidst the roar, he swung his sword and killed a Tully soldier who was rushing forward.
Then more spears and swords overwhelmed him.
The battle ended quickly.
The soldiers silently surrounded the fallen man, looking at his eyes wide open even to death, and the hand holding the sword tightly.
Silent.
Under Adam City, the West Riverlands coalition army of four thousand people surrounded the lonely castle.
Molle. Smallwood was riding on his horse, looking anxiously at the sparse defenders at the top of the city.
The troops under his command were several times larger than the defenders in the city, but these people actually planned to fight to the death.
Molle. Smallwood waved his hand, and the attendant immediately stepped forward holding the flag of House Smallwood.
He spurred the war horse, and the horse's hoofs trampled with a dull sound. He did not rein in the horse until he was a stone's throw away from the city wall.
"The defenders of the city, listen!"
His voice penetrated the silent air and echoed up and down the city walls.
"I am Molle. Lord Smallwood!"
"You have been surrounded! Look around here! There are four thousand of us! Several times more than you!"
There was dead silence on the city wall, and no one answered.
"House Tully promises you."
"As long as you lay down your weapons, open the city gates and surrender, everyone can be forgiven."
A figure finally appeared on the city wall.
The man was not wearing complete armor, only a simple chainmail suit. His face was covered with smoke and dust, and his appearance could not be seen clearly.
It's Tox.
He lay on the battlement and looked at the nobles below.
"Are you Molle Smallwood?"
Molle. Smallwood suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and replied in a deep voice, "Yes, Your Excellency, surrender."
"We have four thousand troops, and you only have more than six hundred."
"There is no point in resisting. You will only die in vain."
The man on the city wall, Tox, laughed.
"So what?"
He straightened up, placed his hands on the battlements, and looked down at the army below the city.
"You attack.
"I guarantee you will leave two thousand corpses here!"
Molle. Smallwood's face darkened.
The knights behind him made a commotion and cursed the arrogance of the people on the city.
Molle. Smallwood raised his hand and stopped the voice behind him.
He stared at Tox, trying to find a trace of wavering on the other person's face.
"Now the rebels have been defeated like a mountain. Patrick. Morrison's army has been defeated by us."
"Why do you have to die?"
"Isn't it a pity to die like this?"
The smile on Tox's face disappeared, his eyes became a little dazed, as if he was recalling something, and in the end he just snorted softly.
"If you want to survive! When Lord Suleiman raises an army! I will flee!"
He stretched out his finger and pointed directly at the noble lords below the city.
"What if I live like before! Like a dog! What if I live to be a hundred years old?!"
"It's been more than a year! My death is worth it!"
His voice suddenly rose in pitch, full of enthusiasm and madness.
"I am a commoner! Follow Lord Suleiman! Fight in the north and south! What is there to regret!"
He paused, and there was a trace of regret in his tone.
"It's a pity! I haven't been able to kill a lord with my own hands in this life!"
"If I could kill a few lords like you! Kill a big family! That would be a life worth living!"
"What a pity! What a pity!"
Molle. Smallwood's face turned livid, followed by overwhelming anger.
He had never been so humiliated, and these loach knights really disgusted him.
"You crazy person!"
"I will kill you!"
Molle. Smallwood pulled out the long sword from his waist, pointing the sword tip at Tox at the top of the city.
"Siege the city! Attack the city for me!"
He turned his horse's head sharply, pulled out the sword from his waist, and roared at the army behind him.
A loud trumpet sounded.
West Riverlands's army was like a colony of ants, carrying ladders and pushing battering rams, rushing towards the city wall of Adam City.
Three whole days and nights.
The shouts of death and screams never stopped.
Corpses piled up like mountains under the city wall, and the moat was dyed red with blood.
When the flag of House Smallwood was finally planted on the top of the city, the attackers paid the price of nearly two thousand casualties.
Tox's wild words have become reality.
Molle. Smallwood walks on the wall of Adam City.
The stone bricks underfoot were slippery and sticky, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and burnt stench.
"Sir, the loach knight guarding the city died in battle."
A family knight quickly walked up to him and spoke to report.
Molle. Smallwood stopped and said expressionlessly, "Where is the body?"
Jazz pointed to a pile of corpses not far away.
Molle. Smallwood walked over, and the soldiers automatically moved out of the way.
Tox's body was lying on top, with seven or eight arrows stuck in his body, and a huge wound on his chest, which almost split him in half.
His eyes were still wide open, as if still glaring at the sky.
"Set him up."
"Kill the corpse!"
Molle. Smallwood's voice was cold.
The surrounding soldiers and knights were stunned.
The family knight's eyes widened and he spoke cautiously.
"But he is dead, my lord."
Molle. Smallwood folded his hands on his chest and looked at the broken body.
"I know he's dead."
"But even now, I want to see what kind of person this Loach Knight is who led five hundred soldiers and blocked my army for three days and nights."
Several House Smallwood knights looked at each other and stepped forward to drag out Tox's body.
They found a broken flagpole, tied the body to a wooden stake, and erected it in the center of the city wall.
Molle. Smallwood walked to the upright body.
He pulled out his long sword, and the tip of the sword drew across Tox's blood-stained face.
Then, he thrust the sword into the corpse's abdomen.
There was a muffled sound of "Pfft".
Upon seeing this, the soldiers behind him also drew their swords and took turns stepping forward, stabbing the corpse that would not resist with one sword after another.
The cold blade kept penetrating the mail and flesh.
The surrendered garrison soldiers were gathered in the corners of the city wall.
They squatted on the ground and watched this scene, each of their faces filled with grief, anger and sadness.
Some people bit their lips, while others buried their heads in their knees and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.
Molle. Smallwood turned around and looked at the soldiers beside him.
His voice was calm, but carried an unquestionable dignity.
"As a commander, I respect officers like him."
He paused and glanced at the people present, his eyes becoming extremely cold.
"But as a noble, I cannot tolerate those who offend the nobles."
"Cut his head off."
"Hung on the highest flagpole in the castle."
"Let all civilians in Riverlands see clearly that anyone who offends the nobles will suffer this fate."