Doors crashed open with particular brutality, and the soldiers' shouts rang out loudly. Perhaps some people tried to resist, but the enemies they faced were no ordinary foes. These were elite household troops from Houses Grafton, Arryn, and Shett, sent to purge the vermin, utterly loyal to the Eyrie and burning with vengeance. Besides, those in charge of these places had already been rounded up at the docks, leaving no one to organize effective resistance.
"Kill anyone who resists!"
"Kill anyone who resists!"
"Anyone who resists will be treated as an accomplice to Petyr Baelish's treason. Kill them!"
The soldiers relaying the orders shouted at the top of their lungs. Blood spattered across Gulltown as those who resisted were physically exterminated.
Well-trained soldiers in gleaming armor swept through unimpeded, smashing Littlefinger's years of painstaking work with the iron fists of crossbows, longswords, and spears.
The soldiers formed ranks and shouted their battle cries, prepared to strike an unsuspecting enemy. Caught off guard, the enemy's arrangements were torn apart as easily as paper.
Bang! Vale soldiers battered down a door with a ram, then crossbowmen and spearmen stormed into a mercenary residence near Gulltown's handsome customs house.
"What are you doing? We're Lord Petyr's men!"
The mercenary guards loyal to Petyr grabbed their weapons in panic, only to be shot down to a man in a hail of bolts. Their bodies fell every which way, beside the water channel and in the courtyard. Blood flowed in rivers across the ground before Gulltown's soldiers dragged them straight outside.
"Long live Storm!"
"Kill anyone who resists!"
Once peaceful White Gulltown had become a realm of blood and violence, with violence erupting in numerous alleys and houses. Citizens, small traders, farmers, and sailors throughout the streets saw trouble coming and hurried into hiding.
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