Harrenhal Mutiny-No Time to Die

"Attack King's Landing? Are you kidding me?" Roose Bolton thought to himself, and in that instant, he seemed to realize what Jon was about to do, but he still said some innocuous words.

"How is this possible? We—" He was about to say that he would obey Robb's orders, but Jon interrupted him.

"Stand up"

Jon's command was like the howl of Direwolf —short, deadly, and without warning.

Led by Beric Dondarrion, they charged toward the nearest Dreadfort soldiers and began seizing their weapons.

The heavily wounded soldier, whose face was just covered in blood, wiped the blood off his face and his eyes flashed with a ferocious light like a wolf.

The scene made Roose Bolton feel a jolt of electricity shoot from his feet to his scalp, causing his hair to explode.

One group of "wounded soldiers" grabbed weapons, while another group quickly disassembled their stretchers and reassembled them into spears. Their speed was so fast that it was dazzling, as if they had been preparing for a long time.

Harrion then pulled a two-handed broadsword directly from the stretcher. Only then did Roose Bolton realize what was happening. He suddenly stood up, drew the sword, and shouted, "Jon Snow! You're staging a coup!" At that moment, Harrion and his men were already rapidly approaching him.

He shouted, trying to give orders, but his voice was drowned out by the sounds of the soldiers fighting.

"A mutiny! A mutiny! Someone's trying to stage one! Protect the lord!" Bolin finally realized what was happening and shouted to the guards in the hall. "Open the door! Open the door for me!"

"Attack!" Jon burst out of the shadows and immediately engaged the Dreadfort soldiers who were trying to stop him.

With his twin swords Dreadfort, Jon easily deflected the spears thrust at him by the Dreadfort soldiers, then kicked one of them away, sending him flying backward and crashing into four or five of his comrades.

When the others came to their senses, they realized that the Dreadfort soldier who had been thrown into the air was no longer breathing.

Soon, Harrion, wielding a broadsword, led his soldiers into battle against Roose Bolton's soldiers.

The shouts and battle cries inside quickly alerted the Dreadfort soldiers outside, who pounded on the door, wanting to know what was happening inside.

Although they couldn't break through the gate immediately, someone quickly ran outside to call for backup.

Meanwhile, Martin, who was in charge of leading Jon's heavy armored forces, had already begun his operation.

Jon's heavy armored troops have been reorganized into an 800-man "Heavy Armor Battalion".

Composed of five hundred heavily armored soldiers and three hundred archers, they were the absolute elite of Jon Snow's army.

The moment Martin saw Jon's Raven fly towards them, he led his men quickly toward the Kingspyre Tower.

The force, mainly composed of five hundred heavily armored soldiers in silver-white armor, was like an invincible wheel that could crush everything as they drove to the foot of the Kingspyre Tower.

The Dreadfort soldiers, who were about to provide support, saw such a well-equipped army rushing towards them and immediately felt like they were back at the Green Fork.

Although they did not participate in the fighting due to Roose Bolton's personal reasons, nor did they confront this heavily armored unit head-on, the army wearing that heavy armor that day left a deep impression on them.

The soldiers of the Dreadfort stationed around the Kingspyre Tower were all mobilized by this army.

"This is the Dreadfort's base. What are you doing here!"

"Don't advance any further! We'll open fire if you do!"

The Dreadfort's officer spoke threateningly, but Martin ignored him and simply ordered the Heavy Armor Battalion to form a battle formation.

His orders were to tie down the forces at the Dreadfort at all costs.

The two sides are now locked in a stalemate. If the other side dares to send reinforcements, we will launch an attack immediately.

Meanwhile, the fighting in the Hundred Hearth Hall continued.

The elite troops Roose Bolton kept by his side were indeed formidable; Harrion was unable to break through their defenses for a long time.

Behind Jon, the Dreadfort soldiers guarding the tower had begun ramming the gates.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The gate, which had stood for nearly two centuries, groaned with each impact, and sawdust and dust continued to fall.

On Jon's side, Bolin and a dozen men were besieging the gate, trying to open it, while on Harrion's side, the soldiers were under the personal command of Roose Bolton.

"Jon! Do you know what you're doing? This is a mutiny! A rebellion!" Roose Bolton shouted at Jon, who was almost a hall away from him, while directing the soldiers around him, trying to demoralize the "rebels."

He then witnessed a scene he would never forget: Jon abandoned his dulled longsword, bent down and grabbed the ankle of a Dreadfort soldier's corpse—a body weighing at least two hundred pounds including armor. With a twist of his waist and abdomen, he lifted the heavy corpse like a windmill!

The "human hammer," a mixture of flesh and steel armor, roared into the enemy ranks, the cracking sound of bones shattering sending shivers down one's spine. A soldier tried to raise his shield to block, but was sent flying, shield and all, crashing into the wall and sliding down like a lump of mud.

At that moment, all the Dreadfort soldiers who witnessed this scene turned deathly pale. This was not a battle, but a massacre; it was as if Giants from ancient legends were wreaking havoc on mortals.

He quickly broke through the encirclement and headed straight for his location!

Roose Bolton, who was already anxiously standing on the throne, took in everything and urged Jon to hurry up as soon as he saw Jon leave the gate.

"Quick! Go open the door!"

Unexpectedly, Jon rushed to Harrion's side and snatched the two-handed broadsword from his hand.

He charged forward, grabbing the broadsword in one hand and the corpse in the other.

The Dreadfort soldiers who witnessed this scene were so frightened that their legs went weak, and Roose Bolton himself was so terrified that he could barely speak.

The next second, Jon broke through his defenses and held a broadsword almost as tall as a man to Roose Bolton's neck.

The soldiers who had just been fighting angrily stopped, not even when someone shouted an order like "Stop!"

At this moment, all that could be heard was the sound of the ramming door.

Feeling the cold blade against his neck, Roose Bolton exclaimed, "Jon, let me go, and I won't tell Robb what happened here. Otherwise, if he finds out what you've done, you'll definitely be sentenced to death!"

As expected of Leech Lord, Roose Bolton remained calm even at this critical moment, which made Jon think highly of him. However, it was clear that he had overlooked one thing.

Jon twirled his sword, a cold, mocking smile playing on his lips as he approached him. "Lord Bolton," he said, "You seem to have forgotten where I came from— the Wall, the Wall of Despair. I'm a deserter from there, and I'll return sooner or later. But now, anyone who dares stand in my way of avenging my father is my enemy. Do you understand?!"

After Jon uttered these words, Roose Bolton finally lost his composure, gritting his teeth as he cried out, "Jon! You! You despicable bastard!"

Having reached this point, he could only use Jon's past to attack him.

He kept calculating and calculating, but in the end, he still didn't know how to scheme against someone like Jon who had no future.

Seize a title and fiefdom? Sorry, I don't have any of those things.

Death penalty? Sorry, I just got back from the Wall. Looking at Jon, who was as tough as nails, and those bound and controlled vassals and cavalry, Roose Bolton was completely at a loss. He sat limply in his chair, utterly devoid of the will to resist.

"Lord Bolton, hand over your army to me. You know my command abilities and my character. I won't use them as human shields or expendable resources. I simply can't trust you with my back to the world. Or, I'll kill you right here. The choice is yours." Jon looked at Roose Bolton with his grey eyes, and ultimately chose his own life.

"Open the door!" Jon said nothing more, but ordered someone to open the door, which was still being pounded by the socket.

When the gates opened, the Dreadfort soldiers rushed in, only to find that Roose Bolton had already been taken hostage.

"Put down your weapons."

"My lord." The knight from the Dreadfort seemed unwilling to accept the reality before him.

"Put it down, this little bastard won't hurt me," Roose Bolton roared.

Now that the two had completely broken off relations, there was no longer any talk of "adults coming" or "adults leaving." He then ordered, "Tell our people still outside to give up resistance."

"Yes, sir."

Seeing the knight from the Dreadfort leave, Jon turned to Harrion and said, "Harrion, have Earl Severn and the others come over too. Tell them I need to speak with them."

"Okay."

Soon, the North nobles of Harrenhal flocked to the Hundred Hearth Hall.

As soon as Meiqi Saiwen, who arrived with the others, stepped into the lobby, she sensed something was wrong.

They didn't even need to enter the Kingspyre Tower; when they saw the Heavy Armor Battalion confronting the Dreadfort soldiers from the outside, they realized that something important must be happening inside.

He sniffed the air; the stench of blood hadn't dissipated, and the oak door still bore cracks from a violent impact.

Upon entering the hall, there seemed to be something piled up in the corner, but it had been covered with a black tent canvas. However, judging from the continuously seeping bright red blood, it should be a fresh body.

Everything indicated that a brutal conflict had recently taken place here.

He looked ahead and saw that the chair once occupied by Aegon the Conqueror, Jaehaerys I, Prince Daemon, and King Robert was now occupied by a young man.

Roose Bolton, the commander-in-chief of the "East Road Army," was held hostage and forced to stand aside.

"Jon, this—." Meiqi Saiwen had already realized what had just happened, but still wanted to know the details.

"Sit down, my lords." Jon did not immediately explain, but instead reassured the North lords, including the leader of the Brave Companions, Vargo Hoat.

The crowd was somewhat apprehensive, but under Jon's formidable authority, they chose to obey his will.

Meiqi Saiwen felt the chair beneath him was a bit cold, which made him even more uneasy.

When they supported Jon before, he repeatedly declined. Now that everyone is unwilling to fight, he has started to seize military power through such violent means. It's really hard to understand what he's thinking.

Meiqi Saiwen secretly observed the others and noticed that the Manderly and the House Hornwood members also looked wary.

At this moment, Jon cleared his throat and spoke, "My lords, now that Renly is dead, Stormlands belong to Stannis, and he will soon lead a large army to attack King's Landing. I have received news that the House Tyrell ' army of sixty to seventy thousand has formed an alliance with the Lannister army. If Stannis is defeated, we will face more than one hundred thousand troops from the South and Westerlands. Therefore, I have decided to lead the army to the Crownlands and join Stannis in conquering King's King's Landing! I have already sounded out your opinions, and none of you are willing to continue fighting, so I have no choice but to use this strategy."

Jon's voice slowly echoed in the hall, while the others tilted their heads, scratched their heads, and seemed to have never considered this possibility.

Lannister and Tyrell? In many people's eyes, Tyrell should be on their side.