Battle for King's Landing-The Mad King's Legacy

"We chopped off Joffrey's head!"

"We chopped off Joffrey's head!"

"We chopped off Joffrey's head!"

"-""

On the city wall, Jon had his soldiers shout this phrase over and over again.

Jon's voice was certainly not enough to carry across the entire battlefield and be heard by tens of thousands of people.

In this era, microphones didn't exist, and he didn't even have time to build himself a megaphone, so he had no choice but to resort to this method of telling little lies together.

Upon seeing this bizarre scene on the city wall, the soldiers who were originally prepared to charge hesitated.

Especially the knights, who only knew that there were now two legitimate kings.

Or rather, relatively legitimately, one is Joffrey, and the other is Stannis.

They only knew they were loyal to Joffrey, but if Joffrey died, why should they shed blood?

If it were anyone else, they might hesitate, but Jon was facing the battle-hardened Randyll Tarly.

He won't be fooled by such petty tricks.

"Attack the city!"

Wearing a helmet, Randyll Tarly expressionlessly gave the order to attack. Soldiers carried siege ladders, while archers lined up to provide support.

But just then, the soldiers on the city wall picked up two crying, blond children and showed them to the attacking army below.

The two children's attire clearly indicated they were not from an ordinary family.

Especially his blond hair, which immediately caught Randyll Tarly's eye even though it was still quite dark.

The two children are of different ages, one older and one younger, one boy and one girl.

The girl trembled, while the boy tensed up and wailed loudly.

Just as everyone was wondering, Jon stood on the battlements and shouted down, "Randyll Tarly! I am Jon Snow! Hand of the King, bastard son of Eddard Stark, and what you see now is Tommen and Myrcella, the adulterous offspring of Cersei! I have breached the Red Keep, and the Usurper King Joffrey has been killed. This is the proof!"

"Stop the attack! Stop the attack!"

Upon seeing this, Randyll Tarly immediately ordered his soldiers to retreat, and it was clear that Garlan and Petyr, who were a little further away, also witnessed it.

On Petyr's advice, Garlan also quickly sent men to stop Randyll Tarly from launching an attack.

The three reunited, mainly to confirm that Jon hadn't tried to fool them with a fake.

"Yes, those two children are indeed Princess Myrcella and Prince Tommen!" Petyr said solemnly.

Upon hearing Petyr's words, Garlan and Randyll Tarly were at a loss for what to do.

Randyll Tarly simply ignored everything else; he only cared about fighting, and nothing else was a concern for him.

Petyr then looked at Garlan, but Garlan didn't know what to do either.

If you don't know what to do, look at the people around you, one by one. Eventually, someone with a good idea will speak up.

"Or close your eyes, lower your head and pretend to be thinking. Yes, that's fine. Don't talk, let others guess." In Garlan's mind, the teachings of his grandmother "Queen of Thorns" Olenna and his elder Willas echoed one after another.

The last sentence was spoken by his younger sister, who was none other than the famous Little Rose, Margaery Tyrell.

Petyr saw that Garlan had his head down, eyes closed, and was not speaking, so he gave him time to think.

For one minute, two minutes, five minutes passed, Garlan didn't say a word; he just stood there dumbfounded.

Finally, Petyr couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Garlan Garland, those are indeed Princess Myrcella and Prince Tommen, but they're not at the Red Keep. Jon says he killed King Joffrey, so why doesn't he produce King Joffrey's body? He must be bluffing us!"

After Garlan finished speaking to Petyr, he looked at Randyll Tarly.

Seeing that Randyll Tarly nodded, he nodded slightly in return.

"Hmm, you make a good point." Petyr didn't know Garlan well, and seeing that he agreed with her guess, she felt relieved, while also marveling at how this unknown Garlan seemed to be quite "difficult to deal with."

He quickly composed himself and said, "We can't let him fool us. We have to do as Randyll Randall 'Earl said and hurry up and attack the city. Otherwise, if Stannis gets the Iron Throne, how will Margaery become queen?"

At this point, Randyll Tarly, who had been silent until now, spoke up, "What about the soldiers?"

"What?" Petyr didn't react at first.

"Soldiers, although the Petyr's speculation makes sense, you may not understand it. They will still have doubts. If we don't deal with their doubts, our attack may be hindered. And what if? The Northern Army appeared here unexpectedly. Does that mean they won't break through the Red Keep?" Although Randyll Tarly didn't care about political matters, when it came to military campaigns, everyone had to consider his opinion.

Petyr is a skilled schemer.

He can instigate one or two people, but he can't necessarily instigate ten or twenty thousand.

Petyr knew that if Jon really killed Cersei's three children, the so-called "Lion-Flower Alliance" would immediately crumble.

Thanks to their formidable strength, even if the House Tyrell were eventually restricted and marginalized by Stannis, they would not suffer any serious damage.

But he was different; his position as Chancellor of the Royal Treasury was bestowed upon him by the previous "Hand of the King," Duke Arryn.

He was merely a minor nobleman from the Fingers in the Vale, and a poor one at that.

Although he had amassed a considerable fortune over the years by hosting Robert at the Iron Bank, he knew that without power, money alone would ultimately make him vulnerable to exploitation.

If Stannis realizes that he was the one who orchestrated things and ruined his plans, even if he, as king, doesn't pursue the matter, a whole host of people below him will still cause him trouble.

Thinking of this, Petyr's back began to break out in a cold sweat. He turned his neck slightly, as if he was having trouble breathing.

"Perhaps I should persuade Tyrell to switch sides with Stannis, perhaps to atone for his sins? No, would a great family so easily change its allegiance? Their pride is paramount. It's too early to think about such things. There are tens of thousands of troops here. Unless Aegon the Conqueror arrives, with his dragons, no one can hold this place! Petyr, calm down, there will be a way, there will be a way—"

Petyr's mind raced, but faced with the current situation, he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness.

At that moment, a Knight of the Reach approached the three and loudly reported, "My lords, Lord Mace is asking why we haven't entered King's Landing yet?"

The Lord Mace was the Lord of Highgarden, the Warden of the Reach, and Garlan's father.

If Stannis seizes the throne, it seems only House Tyrell can protect me. Realizing this, Petyr quickly said, "There's been a problem, Ser; someone got there before us—"

Petyr explained the situation to the messenger knight, who was clearly a bastard son of House Tyrell.

The knight, who was suspected to be the illegitimate child, returned after learning of the situation and informed Mace of what had happened.

Now, the Reach army, fearing the consequences, cannot forcefully attack the city and can only remain waiting outside its walls.

Until daybreak, they could even see the expressions of the North soldiers on the city walls, and the situation remained deadlocked.

Fortunately, Martin had already completed the reinforcement of the River Gate defense line by this time.

News also came from Beric Dondarrion's side that he had completed the construction of defensive lines in other directions.

Given Jon's current situation, he can withstand a fierce siege.

On the city wall, Jon, Harrion, Beric Dondarrion were also discussing their next plan.

Jon just bought them time to build the city's defenses with the help of Myrcella and her brother, but ultimately, the Red Keep needs to be breached to deliver the final blow.

"Jon, we've just sealed off the Red Keep and can storm it anytime. We're currently filling the moat with stones. If Arya's secret passage is safe, we'll be able to find that brat king soon!" Harrion said excitedly.

He wasn't stupid; he knew that breaching the Red Keep not only meant successful revenge, but also concerned the safety of their more than ten thousand men.

"Okay!" Jon nodded.

They have everything they need now, except time. Filling in the moat of Red Keep is indeed a huge project that will take time.

But Jon knew that even with the secret passage, it would probably take some time to conquer the Red Keep.

He still had to consider how to defend the city, and at that moment, Beric Dondarrion mentioned Wildfire.

"Jon, you already know the power of Wildfire. If we're going to defend the city, we might be able to use it. I suggest we start making Wildfire to defend the city right away!" Beric Dondarrion suggested.

His proposal inspired others.

Yes!

The Imp Tyrell can defend his city with Wildfire, then so can they!

"Good! Let's burn these Reach to death with Wildfire!" Harrion excitedly waved his fist.

"This is too cruel." Haken had already realized what had happened.

He had always thought of himself as the most valiant warrior of the Moon Mountains, and he never imagined that one day he would utter such words.

He felt that the outside world was "truly terrifying," where tens of thousands of people could be killed at will, and human lives were squandered as if they were being thrown away like mud.

Jon had no idea what he was thinking, nor did he care to find out. He simply realized it was a good idea, so he looked at Thoros, who was a professional.

However, the words of this "Red Priest" sent a chill down everyone's spine.

"There's not enough time." Thoros shook his head. "Making Wildfire is complicated, requires incantations, and involves a fermentation process like wine that takes several days. There's simply not enough time." Thoros's words poured cold water on everyone's hopes.

Without the weapon of Wildfire, everyone felt somewhat apprehensive about facing the combined forces of the Lannister and Tyrell.

That's an army of 100,000!

Seeing the somewhat disappointed crowd, Jon suddenly thought of something.

When Aerys the Mad King, the last Targaryen king, realized that his dynasty was about to fall, he ordered Wildfire to be planted in some parts of King 'King's Landing, seemingly intending to perish with the rebels when they stormed the city.

However, it did not happen because of the intervention of his Kingsguard, Jaime Lannister.

After that, no one was able to find the Wildfire.

Jon thought he might be able to try his luck; if he did, great, but even if he didn't, his Gods' Eye would allow him to monitor every city gate and rush to the scene immediately if anything went wrong.

"Martin, you and Thoros Soros go to the Great Sept of Baelor. There might be some wild animals there," Jon said, looking at the group.

"Huh? How did you know?" Beric Dondarrion and Thoros both asked in surprise, since Jon should be visiting King's Landing for the first time.

"I inquired about it on the Wall. Anyway, we'll talk about it after the war is over. Go quickly!"

"Yes, sir."

"Harrion, hold the Lion Gate in the west. The Lannister could come at any moment." Jon didn't dare expect Meiqi Saiwen to hold off Tywin for long; he'd be grateful if he could buy them even half a day.

"My lord, should we bring those prisoners out to defend the city for us?" Monde suggested, but Jon immediately rejected the idea.

"No, we're new here. Nobody believes we can hold out. If those prisoners don't collapse on the spot when they see the enemy's massive army, that's a miracle. Send someone to keep a close eye on them."

"Yes, sir."

As the orders were issued, Jon still felt somewhat uneasy.

This doesn't mean he lacked confidence in the war effort.

At this point, his Gods' Eye had achieved complete coverage of King's Landing.

Nothing can escape his eyes.

It's just that holding the lives of tens of thousands of people in our hands makes us a little nervous, but now, we have no choice but to win.

From the moment he launched the coup and seized military power, there was no turning back.