Redwin's fleet's surprise attack was timed really well.
With their absolute control over the sea lanes and the remote control of a certain Old Lion far away in King's Landing, they penetrated into the weakest defense hinterland of Dragonstone when Stannis's defenders were exhausted.
The outer walls of the castle fell quickly, and the resistance was divided into countless fragments. The Dragonstone army could only fight independently as much as possible.
In a narrow alley somewhere, five Stannis soldiers formed a semicircular defensive circle with their backs against the cold stone wall.
Most of them had wounds on their bodies, their armors were damaged, and they were breathing heavily.
One of them's arm hung limply, apparently broken, and the other four were in no better condition.
Their opponents were twelve soldiers from the Redwin family.
These Warrior from Arbor are well-equipped, and their dark purple armor glows under the torch.
They were not in a hurry to attack by force, but pressed forward step by step, using spears and swords to compress the defenders' space, trying to obtain maximum benefits with minimum casualties.
"Surrender, Stannis has no chance of winning, and there is no point in continuing like this."
A small Redwyne leader smiled ferociously, and the sword in his hand gently tapped the edge of the shield, making a rhythmic knocking sound that made the enemy's heartbeat pound.
"Kneel down and throw away your weapons, I guarantee you won't die!"
In the face of his persuasion to surrender, Stannis's soldiers remained silent, but their eyes did not give in. Instead, they revealed a determination like a trapped animal still fighting.
They are all diehard loyalists who still choose to follow Stannis after Battle of the Blackwater Rush.
The leader was a stubble-faced veteran. He spat on the ground with disdain and mocked. "These weaklings don't have the guts to fight us. Hahaha, Arbor grapes really can't brew the hard bones of a real man!"
"Come if you can, you bastard!"
"Ho! Roar!!!"
Several soldiers shouted in unison.
Seeing this situation, Leader Redwin's face darkened, thinking that it would be really hard to persuade these damn guys to surrender.
He raised his hand and was about to order a general attack.
Just then.
"Boom... boom...
A burst of heavy, slow footsteps came from the other end of the alley.
Not only that, there was a clear sound of heavy iron objects being dragged on the ground.
Both warring parties looked sideways involuntarily.
I saw a figure coming against the light deep in the alleyway where the fire was swaying.
He is tall and extremely strong, with an extremely steady pace. Under the dim light, a pair of ferocious and majestic antlers silhouettes on his head stretch out to both sides. They are the most prominent symbol of the Baratheon family!
The right hand dragged an amazingly sized Warhammer, and the rough hammer head scraped the stone floor, causing sporadic sparks to fly out.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
"King Robert..." A slightly older Stannis soldier murmured absently, as if he saw the legend reappearing before his eyes.
Looking at the Antlered Helm, leader Redwin suddenly felt strong psychological oppression.
After all, King Robert's performance in the war was too impressive.
The Battle of Seagull Town, Three Songs of Victory in One Day at Midsummer Hall, the Battle of Shi Sept, and the famous Battle of Trident, every battle is incomparable.
Especially in the final battle that decided the outcome of the war, it was a real blow that killed the then-famous Rhaegar Targaryen Prince, paving the way for him to sit on the Iron Throne.
"Pretending." Leader Redwyne calmed down, sneered, and yelled, "Stop, kid, or I'll kill you first!"
No matter how brilliant Robert was in battle, that guy had already died under the tusks of the wild boar.
Seeing several Redwin soldiers surrounding him, Gendry held Warhammer tightly, feeling a little nervous.
The antlered helmet weighed heavily on his head, and his field of vision was limited to a narrow gap.
The armor was ripped off by Corleone from Eron Ser. It didn't quite fit, but it was barely usable.
He seemed to be able to hear his heart beating in his chest, but strangely, although he was a little nervous, he did not feel fear, only a strange, surging heat rushing through his limbs.
It seems that every muscle in the body and every drop of blood flowing in the blood vessels are eager for the battle!
"Kill him!"
Seeing that Gendry turned a deaf ear and just walked towards him and the others silently, leader Redwyne did not want to wait any longer and gave a sharp order.
The three soldiers immediately raised their spears and charged towards Gendry in a Zigzag pattern.
Through the gap in his visor, Gendry watched the spear tip rapidly enlarge in his field of vision.
Corleone's previous instructions to him seemed to be echoing in his ears again. "Don't think of any tricks, just like when you usually strike iron, just follow those guys and hit them!"
"Horizontally, vertically, whatever comes your way!"
Gendry roared, without thinking, pure instinct suddenly broke out.
That's not the roar of Warrior, it's more like the blacksmith cheering himself up when he exerts his strength.
His waist and abdomen suddenly twisted, and all the strength in his body poured out along his spine, shoulders and arms!
The heavy Warhammer drew an extremely arrogant arc, lifting it up diagonally from bottom to top!
Bang! Click!
The first thrust spear broke without any accident and smashed the soldier's chest. The hammer head continued to hit the second soldier solidly, including the man and the hammer.
There was a dull sound of bone cracking, and the two soldiers couldn't even scream. They flew backwards as if they were hit by a trebuchet, and hit the wall, vomiting blood.
Such a powerful force scared the third person out of his wits, but at this time Gendry had already pulled Warhammer back, and with the power of rotation, he made another sweeping backhand!
Eighty!
The hammer hit the third soldier's ribs, causing a deep dent in the armor and breaking an unknown number of bones.
The soldier screamed and fell to the ground.
In the flash of lightning, three people fell to the ground, one dead and two seriously injured.
Gendry stopped and panted slightly, feeling a little dazed under his visor.
Kill... just kill him?
But why didn't I feel nausea or dizziness as I imagined, only a... feeling of heartiness!
It seemed as if he was just for wielding such a heavy weapon to carry out such simple and crude but very efficient destruction.
The feeling of the Hammer smashing spear shafts, shattering armor, and destroying flesh and blood was eerily similar to the feeling of forging red-hot iron billet with the Hammer in his memory.
"This thing... is really exciting!"
After coming back to his senses, a sense of excitement mixed with primitive violence suddenly rushed to the top of his head.
He looked at the Warhammer in his hand. This "toy" made by Stannis for Shireen was now in his hand. The weight distribution was so smooth, it was a hundred times smoother than when he clumsily waved the Longsword before!
It's so easy to use, Ser Corleone, you won't deceive me!
"It's King Robert!"
"King Robert is back!!!"
Stannis's soldiers in desperate situation suddenly burst into incredible roars of ecstasy.
That Antlered Helm, that Warhammer, and that devastating power instantly overlapped with the image of the invincible figure in the legend in their eyes!
This is clearly a manifestation of the gods, the return of the late king's heroic spirit to protect the loyal Warrior!
For a time, the morale of the five soldiers who were already on the verge of collapse suddenly increased.
"For King Robert!"
"For Stannis Your Majesty!"
The veteran with stubble on his face was the first to roar, brandishing the curled blade Longsword, and desperately pounced on the Redwyne soldiers who were slightly confused by Gendry's appearance.
The other four people also woke up from a dream, burst out their last courage, and followed closely behind.
Redwin's soldiers panicked.
The sudden appearance of "Antlers Warrior" was not only terrifying in strength, but also severely affected their psychology.
Facing a pincer attack from both front and rear, although there were only five wounded soldiers behind them, the momentum of both sides was completely different, and their formation suddenly became chaotic.
The ensuing battle was almost a one-sided massacre.
Gendry was like an armored bear charging into a herd of sheep. His attacks were haphazard, yet powerful, fast and accurate.
Warhammer There is a sound of wind every time it is swung. If it is rubbed, it will be injured, and if it is touched, it will die.
With his fighting instinct ignited, he seems to be no longer the stupid young man who needs Corleone to remind him "don't hesitate".
One Redwyne soldier raised his shield to block, and was knocked to his knees even with his shield. The other tried to sneak attack from the side, but Gendry stabbed his face with the hammer handle of his backhand, causing him to fall on his back.
Stannis's soldiers cooperated with this "Robert from Heaven" and fought hard to kill.
Soon, the last Redwyne soldier, the first little leader, was blocked by the veteran and Gendry.
His face was filled with fear, and the sword in his hand was trembling. He knelt on the ground with a plop and shouted, "I surrender...
Bang!
Warhammer fell.
The world... is quiet.
In the narrow alley, only the sound of heavy breathing and the overwhelming smell of blood were left.
Except for one unlucky soldier who died in battle, Gendry and the remaining four soldiers stood among a pile of enemy corpses, covered in blood.
The soldiers gathered around excitedly and looked at Gendry, their eyes full of awe and gratitude, and their faces filled with a light that was almost like faith.
They tried to see clearly the face under the visor, but Gendry turned his head slightly, avoiding everyone's eyes.
According to Corleone's instructions, what should we do now?
Right!
Gendry took a deep breath and suppressed the anxiety and excitement of leading others for the first time.
He has never been good at words, but at this moment, an inexplicable impulse, mixed with the unfamiliar power still flowing in his body, seemed to be pushing him forward.
Suddenly raising the Warhammer that was still bleeding in his hand, Gendry's voice came out through the visor, looking murderous. "Soldiers, are you tired?"
He did not identify himself, nor did he say anything extra. He just followed the instructions of Corleone.
However, with these simple words, the four scarred soldiers straightened their spines, with fire burning in their eyes and screamed with all their strength, "No!!!"
The roars gathered together had a penetrating power that was enough to tear through the smoke.
Their momentum suddenly made Gendry feel excited. He no longer hesitated, Warhammer stepped forward with a heavy slap, raised his arms and shouted, "Then follow me and kill all those bastards!!!"
In front of the Main Holdfast gate of Dragonstone Island, this place is relatively open. It was originally a square where troops gathered, but now it has become the bloodiest battlefield.
Andrew Eastmond Ser slashed left and right, as if his eyes were red with blood.
He was over fifty years old, with gray hair and beard, but his body was still as tall as a pine. His armor was spattered with blood, some of which were his own, but most of which belonged to the enemy.
There were less than ten knights around him, and all of them were injured, but they formed a tight circle and resisted the attacks of enemies several times their size.
Andrew Ser is not a reckless man who charges blindly.
He was originally ordered to defend a section of the outer wall, but the sudden landing of the Redwin fleet and the rapid loss of several key interior fortresses made him realize that it was only a matter of time before the castle fell.
What made Andrew Ser even more anxious was that by chance, he got a piece of vague but highly credible news.
The fanatical followers of the red-robed priestess Melisandre, also known as the "back-party" gang, are acting secretly, and their target is probably Princess Shireen, who has always lived alone!
Stannis Your Majesty is obsessed with the war on the front lines and the prophecy of the red-robed woman, and may not be able to take care of it in time.
And Andrew Ser, this old knight who followed Robert from the Stormlands to King's Landing and witnessed the establishment of the Baratheon dynasty with his own eyes, would never allow the king's bloodline, especially the kind but unfortunate princess, to become a victim of those crazy Altar!
So he made a prompt decision and led his most elite group of knights, trying to carve out a bloody path and rush into Shireen's hiding place in the inner castle.
They fought and retreated, fighting bloody battles all the way, and finally approached the gate of Main Holdfast.
"Quick! Rush in!"
Andrew Ser chopped down a Redwyne spear soldier who was blocking the way with his sword, and shouted to the subordinates behind him, "We must not let those guys whose brains were damaged by the flames find Princess Shireen first, do you hear me?!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Swear to protect the princess to the death!"
Several knights around him were also scarred, but their momentum was still high and they responded in unison.
They are all devout believers of the Seven Gods in Stannis's army, and they are all suspicious and disgusted with Melisandre's so-called Lord of Light.
Their loyal objects are first of all the Baratheon family, the King Stannis to whom they are loyal, and people with the blood of Baratheon, definitely not the mysterious red-robed witch from Asshai!
However, just when they were about to step into the shadow of the castle gate, a sudden change occurred!
"Be careful!"
A sharp-eyed knight exclaimed.
Phew! Phew!
Dozens of arrows were shot out from the observation holes on both sides of the gate at random, but the strange thing was that these arrows did not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, and they attacked completely indiscriminately.
The two knights who were at the front fell to the ground and were hit by an arrow in the throat, killing them instantly.
The Redwin soldiers who were originally following behind also lost several men in this round of volleys. They did not dare to charge towards them anymore and fled in all directions.
Before he could take a breath, Andrew Ser heard noisy footsteps.
He looked back and saw many people pouring out from behind the pillars on both sides of the gate, quickly forming a tight encirclement, which instead trapped Andrew Ser and others in the open space in front of the gate.
Most of these people wore dark red robes or armor, and some of their weapons were engraved with fire emblems. At a rough count, there were more than twenty!
The leading knight rode forward slowly. He was very tall and looked tall even when sitting on the horse.
A suit of extremely well-made silver-plated armor, with flame ripples inlaid on the edges, which looked radiant under the light of the torch. It was gorgeous but also revealed an inexplicable evil.
He took off his helmet, revealing a slender, serious face with deep-set eyes. He was about forty years old.
"Gaudy Falin Ser."
Andrew Ser squeezed out the name through his teeth, and veins popped out in the hand holding the sword.
This man was originally a knight of Storm's End, and later became one of Melisandre's most fervent supporters, and was the core figure of the so-called "back party".
After the war began, Stannis's wife Selyse Florent Queen took the lead in joining the Lord of Light, and the "rear party" was named after it was closely united around her.
But the irony is that these people are actually loyal supporters of the red robe priestess Melisandre. They firmly believe that the relationship between Melisandre and Stannis is closer than Cylys, and they always shout that the red robe priestess is "Queen" in the true sense.
"Andrew Ser!"
Gordy Fallin pointed his sword at Andrew with his right hand and denounced condescendingly, as if he was occupying the moral high ground. "During this bloody battle, you led Stannis Your Majesty's loyal soldiers and instead of resisting foreign enemies, you charged into the castle. What exactly do you want to do?"
"Stop pretending, Farin!"
Hearing this, Andrew Ser retorted angrily, "I would like to ask what you guys want to do!"
"If I remember correctly, the area you are responsible for is not here at all. Why haven't you seduced Your Majesty enough? Now you don't even let the princess go!"
After hearing Andrew reveal his purpose, Gordy Fallin did not feel any embarrassment at all about being exposed. Instead, he looked at him coldly. "Watch your words, Andrew Ser."
"Ms. Melisandre is the Emissary of the true God. Her prophecy is Your Majesty's beacon of light leading to the right path determined by destiny. Everything we do is for Your Majesty, for the Seven Kingdoms, and to fight against the long winter night that is about to sweep the world!"
"Shit!" Andrew Ser yelled angrily, and the tip of the sword pointed at Gordy Farin trembled slightly with anger. "Burn your own people with fire and sacrifice with the blood of your children. Is this your method?"
"We follow Stannis Your Majesty to raise the army in order to uphold the Seven Kingdoms's law and justice and execute those who usurp the throne. I don't think you will allow you to tarnish your honor with these dirty things!"
"Haha!" Hearing this, the corner of Gaudy Farin's mouth curled up, as if he was mocking the other party's short-sightedness. "Law and justice?"
"I tell you, when the eternal frost freezes all life, your so-called law, justice, and honor will be useless!"
"Only the light and heat of the true God are the only salvation, and obtaining power always requires a price!"
He leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice. "Ms. Melisandre saw in the holy fire that the true blood of Baratheon contains ancient power. At the critical moment, the dedication of this bloodline will become the key fire to ignite victory and dispel the darkness!"
"This is not murder, Andrew, this is sublimation, the most noble sacrifice a princess can make for her father, for the Seven Kingdoms, and for all mankind."
"Fuck you!"
Andrew Ser was so angry that he was shaking all over and spitting out. "She is still a child!"
"You crazy people are going to burn her at the stake. I, Andrew Ismond, swear to the old and new gods that as long as I am alive, you will never lay a finger on the princess!"
"My sword will fight to protect her until the last drop of blood is shed!"
As soon as he said this, the knights behind him also raised their swords and roared, "Swear to protect Princess Shireen to the death!"
Gordy Fallin saw how stubborn they were, and the last trace of patience disappeared from his eyes, leaving only cold determination. "A bunch of poor people who can't see the truth."
"The real war is in the north, in the darkness, and the sacrifices necessary to win that war...
Including you, everything is acceptable."
As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand. "Since you have chosen to stand in the way of the King of Light, then let the flames purify your confusion."
"Surrender or die."
"For Baratheon!!" Andrew Ser responded with a roar.
He stopped talking nonsense and thrust his sword straight into Gordy Farin!
The battle broke out instantly.
Andrew Ser is worthy of being a veteran of the Usurper's War. He is calm and seasoned in swordsmanship and has rich experience.
He drove back a guard beside Gaudi Farin with one sword, then swung away another spear that was thrust at him with his backhand, slashing left and right, which was quite brave.
The knights under him were also quite brave. They were better equipped and had higher personal martial arts skills. For a while, they actually scattered the numerically superior rear party team into chaos.
Gaudi Fallin did not end the battle personally. He reined in his horse and retreated, indifferently directing his men to encircle and suppress the enemy.
The numerical advantage on our side is too obvious, and these members who believe in the King of Light are equally fearless in fighting, and are even crazier than their opponents.
As the battle became more intense, Andrew Ser had fewer and fewer companions around him.
His breathing began to become extremely heavy, and his vision was blurred by sweat mixed with blood.
The sword in his hand was still sharp, but his arm had begun to feel sore and numb. The enemies seemed to be coming in like a tide, and it was impossible to kill them all.
"Ha... ha...
Andrew panted heavily and chopped down an enemy again. However, three or four soldiers immediately surrounded him without fear of death, completely blocking his view of the door.
Desperate thoughts inevitably flashed through Andrew Ser's mind.
I remember that when they followed Robert Baratheon in the uprising from the Stormlands, they had faced the situation of being outnumbered more than once.
But no matter how many people there are on the other side, they can always win.
As long as they charge into battle with the young man who wears Antlered Helm on his head and holds Great Hammer in his hand, who looks like the God of War descending from the earth, at that time, no matter how many enemies there are in front of them, as long as they see the pair of antlers and hear the sound of Warhammer breaking the wind, people seem to be filled with the belief of victory and fearless courage.
"If only... if only King Robert were still here...
There were more and more enemies in front of him, and the light of the sword dazzled Andrew Ser for a while.
The dizziness caused by exhaustion and blood loss came in waves.
But in a daze, behind the layers of enemy figures, and in the shadow of the dancing firelight inside the castle gate, he seemed to see a pair of familiar antlers shaking?
And... getting closer?
Is it an illusion?
No!
Not an illusion!
It's true!
Andrew Ser's heart was beating wildly, his eyes widened suddenly, and he saw a figure wearing a deer-antler helmet and holding a huge Warhammer, striding out of the shadows inside the gate!
Behind this figure, there were several soldiers wearing their own armor. Although they looked scarred, they were all high-spirited. They roared with weapons and charged towards Gaudi Farin's team!
But that's not important. What's important is the figure at the front, the antlered helmet, the way he walks, and the sound of Warhammer mopping the floor...
Time seems to go back!
Gordy Fallin also noticed the commotion behind him. He looked back and saw the sudden appearance of "Antlered Helmet Warrior", and his heart skipped a beat.
What the hell is going on?
Robert Baratheon has been dead for almost two years!
But it's too late!
The goal of the antlers Warrior was extremely clear. He ignored the other enemies and rushed straight towards the heavily protected Gaudi Farin with long strides!
His movements look unchivalrous and even a bit clumsy, but they are surprisingly fast and full of power!
The two rear party soldiers standing in front of him tried to intercept, but were knocked away by the other party!
This power!
Gaudy Fallin's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately drew his sword and rode his horse to fight head-on.
But unfortunately, this may be the worst decision he has ever made in his life.
In the blink of an eye, the antlered helmet Warrior rushed in front of the horse, his hind legs kicked the ground violently, and Gendry, who was wearing armor and holding Warhammer, jumped up unexpectedly!
Warhammer was raised high, drawing an arc of death under the firelight.
Gordy Fallin was horrified and quickly raised his sword to block. He had absolute confidence in his sophisticated armor and martial arts.
Bang! Click!!!
The hammer suddenly hit.
The gorgeous silver-plated helmet, together with the head inside, burst like a watermelon under the huge Warhammer!
Blood and brain matter splattered.
The body with only half its head left shook and fell from the horse.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment.
Everyone who saw this scene, whether they were members of the rear party or Andrew Ser's side, were stunned.
Gendry stood in front of the war horse and glanced at the headless corpse and the exploded helmet on the ground through the gap in his visor. His hand holding the hammer tightened slightly, and he felt a little sore in his legs.
In that blow just now, he poured all his strength into it.
But the effect... is surprisingly good.
He raised his head, looked at the stunned Andrew Ser, and then looked around at the rear party soldiers who fell into a brief panic.
Then, he made an action that made Andrew Ser's blood boil and he almost shed tears.
Gendry was seen slamming the Warhammer, which was still dripping with blood, onto the ground, making a muffled "thud" sound.
Then he raised his other hand, made a fist, punched the armor on his chest, and shouted angrily, "Ha!!!"
Andrew Ser's lips trembled, and he had thousands of words stuck in his chest. Finally, he knelt down on one knee and shouted hoarsely, "Robert·Baratheon Your Majesty... Long live!!!"
With this cry, the remaining rear party soldiers collapsed completely, threw down their weapons and chose to surrender.
The melee inside Baratheon turned the situation around due to the appearance of Antlered Helm and Warhammer.
Above the castle, Corleone was quietly observing all this, looking at Gendry's outstanding performance, and nodded with satisfaction.
Although this kid is not very smart, he is better at being obedient. As long as everything you give him is done, he will do it meticulously.
Not bad.
"Godfather."
At this moment, Shirin beside her raised her head and looked at Corleone in confusion, and asked doubtfully, "Since you know the usefulness of this helmet and hammer, why don't you win their allegiance yourself instead of taking advantage of that guy?"
Hearing this, Corleone was stunned for a moment, then smiled and patted her head.
"I can't fight with a hammer that heavy, Shirin-chan."
"And...
He raised his head, looked down at Gendry, who was enjoying the people kneeling and cheering, and said thoughtfully, "In this world, there are always people who are suitable to stand in the sun and accept people's admiration, just like those who sit on the Iron Throne, or the decent people who sit in the Royal Council."
"And those who are admired in the sun, their sunshine is always determined by some people standing in the shadows."
"The glory in the sun is short-lived, but the responsibility in the shadow is eternal.