The sudden iron poisoning left young Lannister Knights with no time to scream. Blood gushed out from the wound in his throat. His knees softened and he fell backwards.
Bang!
Davon's body fell heavily into the rubble and ashes, raising a cloud of dust.
The five Lannister soldiers guarding the three Sand Snakes were stunned for a moment, as if they couldn't figure out why just a moment ago they were admiring the new commander's execution of the "murderer". The next moment, the commander himself turned into a corpse.
"The enemy...
The soldier closest to him finally reacted and pulled out Longsword from his waist. But before he could finish his words, a spear had already penetrated his temple on the side, and then penetrated out from the other side.
Phew.
Immediately afterwards, a dark war horse jumped out from behind him.
A tall figure crouched on the horse, his gray coarse cloth cloak rustling in the wind. One hand was holding the reins, and the other hand was holding the spear that had just taken the lives of two soldiers.
The tip of the gun was filled with white brains and bright red blood, glowing with dazzling light in the afternoon sun.
The remaining four soldiers finally reacted, and they hurriedly drew their weapons and tried to form a line of defense.
But that man's speed was too fast.
Phew! Phew!
In just a few seconds, the four corpses fell to the ground again.
Each soldier was stabbed in the throat accurately, and the location of the wound was almost exactly the same!
Such miraculous marksmanship is simply outrageous!
However, after completing such a feat, the knight riding the black horse did not pause at all, but continued to charge, heading straight towards Tywin Lannister in the center of the ruins.
"Uu... Uu... Father!"
After regaining her freedom, Tyene tore off the rag from her mouth and shouted excitedly at the opponent's back.
Yes, the intruder is Oberyn Martell who has been lying in bed for several months!
After being jointly assassinated by Daemon Sand and Andrey Dart on Silk Street, although Corleone tried his best to save his life, the seriously injured Oberyn could only lie in bed every day, either looking at the sky outside the window in a daze, or the cheers from Fighting Arena downstairs, but he didn't even have the strength to get out of bed and walk.
For someone like Oberyn, who is used to being indulgent and unrestrained, this is simply more uncomfortable than killing him.
But there was no other way, Corleone asked Oberyn to "follow the doctor's orders carefully".
"Lie down for one more month, and I guarantee that you can live happily for another forty years." Corleone said so. Oberyn was so angry that he almost smashed the medicine bowl on the bedside into his face.
But he himself had to admit that what Corleone said did make sense. Oberyn, who knew a little about Medicine, also knew that his injuries were too serious. If he didn't take a good rest, he would probably be disabled for life even if he survived.
So he forced himself to lie in bed for three full months, enduring the itchy and painful torture of the wound healing, suppressing all the hatred and anger in his heart, like a dormant snake, waiting for the day it would come out of its hole again.
And this day has finally come!
As early as a few days ago, his injury was almost healed.
Oberyn originally planned to give Tywin a "surprise" on his Coronation Ceremony. For example, when the guy was about to wear the crown, he suddenly appeared and randomly found a reason to get angry. It was disgusting and disgusting Old Lion.
However, when he told Corleone this idea, the other party gave him a blank look.
"You'd better ask your daughters what they're doing."
After enduring it for a few more days, Oberyn was the first to rush into the Lannister encirclement with a body that had just recovered from his injuries.
His target was Tywin Lannister from the beginning, and saving the three Sand Snakes was purely accidental.
But now that they were safe, Oberyn's attention returned to Tywin.
"Tywin...
.. Lannister!"
The Prince of Dorne roared excitedly, his dark eyes shining with excitement.
He has been waiting for this day for too long, almost twenty years. He has been waiting for this moment since the day when I Lia's body was wrapped in Lannister's red cloak and returned to Dorne.
"Your nightmare is back... uh"
But before Oberyn could finish howling, his voice suddenly stopped.
When he raised his head, he realized that during the time he had just killed Davon and those soldiers, Tywin Lannister had been surrounded by at least a dozen Red-cloaked Knight!
They raised their heavy steel shields and set up their sharp spears, forming a tight gun-shield formation.
The shield was engraved with the lion crest of the Lannister family, and more than a dozen spears shone coldly in the sun.
Through this steel defense line, Oberyn seemed to be able to see Tywin's damn green eyes!
"Fuck!" He couldn't help but cursed.
Even a man as arrogant as the Red Viper of Dorne is not stupid enough to charge into the gun-and-shield formation alone.
After all, no matter how good his marksmanship is, he cannot pierce more than a dozen steel shields at the same time. After all, the war horse and himself are both made of flesh and blood, and there is no way to avoid being stabbed into pieces by those spears before hitting the shield wall.
He is not some perverted Whitebeard old knight who can break into thousands of armies alone and take the heads of enemy generals, and still escape unscathed!
It's almost like a myth. In the entire history of Westeros, scorpions are the only ones that poop.
"Fuck you!" Just a few feet away from the gun-shield formation, Oberyn reluctantly reined in the reins, and the black horse neighed, and raised its front hooves high in the air several times.
Then he turned sharply and rushed towards the Lannister soldiers on the outside of the encirclement who had not yet had time to form a defense line.
Since Tywin can't be killed, let's collect some interest first.
"The bastards!"
Oberyn roared, and the spear in his hand almost danced into an afterimage.
The tip of the spear drew silver-white arcs in the air, and each swing accurately pierced the body of a soldier.
His fighting power was so strong that even though he had been lying down for three months, his years of battlefield experience and the killing instinct engraved in his bones allowed him to still face these ordinary soldiers with ease.
A Lannister soldier rushed up with a sword raised. Oberyn didn't even look at him, and pierced his head with a casual swing of his spear.
Another soldier tried to sneak attack from the side. Oberyn turned his wrist and hit his temple with the butt of his gun, directly denting his helmet.
Before one of them even had time to raise his weapon, Oberyn controlled the horse's front hooves and stepped on the opponent's chest, and the sound of broken ribs could be clearly heard.
In the blink of an eye, seven or eight corpses had fallen around Oberyn, showing his fighting power!
But there are too many Lannister soldiers.
At least hundreds of people have gathered around the ruins, and more and more people are coming from all directions.
Although Oberyn was brave, he was only one man after all. Soon, with the enemy outnumbered, his offensive began to become sluggish, and there were more and more soldiers around him, coming up one after another like a tide.
A Longsword stabbed from his left side. Oberyn dodged sideways, but another sword had already slashed at his right leg.
There was no time to dodge, so he could only block with the gun shaft. The sword blade scraped against the gun shaft and sparks flew everywhere.
Immediately afterwards, a Warhammer was thrown from the front. Oberyn hurriedly raised his gun to block it. There was a loud "clang" sound, and his arm was numb from the shock, and he almost lost his grip on the spear.
As the offensive became more intensive, Oberyn's breathing began to become heavier, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
After all, his injuries had just healed, and his physical strength was far less than before. The soldiers around him seemed to be aware of this, and their attacks became more fierce, one after another, without giving him a chance to breathe.
Oberyn gritted his teeth and pierced the chest of a soldier with a gun, but before the gun tip could be pulled out, three more soldiers rushed towards him at the same time.
He had to let go of the gun, pulled out a poisoned Longsword from his waist, slit the throat of one soldier with his backhand, and kicked another soldier away, but three or four more weapons stabbed him.
At this critical moment...
"Waaagh!!!!!"
A deafening roar came from behind.
Oberyn glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that his three daughters had picked up the weapons of the dead soldiers and rushed toward him.
"Idiot!"
However, Oberyn's first reaction was not joy. Instead, he yelled, "Go and break the encirclement and let the Black Hand Mafia people in. Why are you here!"
But his voice was drowned by the surrounding soldiers and could not be heard at all. The three Sand Snakes did not expect that much at all and just rushed forward with their weapons in hand.
But before they could take a few steps, the sound of rapid horse hooves sounded behind them.
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen horses with the same black body passed by the Sand Snakes. Tyene raised her head in surprise and saw the knights on the horses wearing black armor. The gray-white cloaks behind them rustled in the wind. Each cloak was printed with a black hand stretching out from the shadows.
Black Hand Mafia!
The leading knight is extremely tall, at least a head taller than everyone around him. He wears a dark gray full-body plate armor, and the dark sword in his hand reveals unique lines in the sun!
He rushed into the battle circle at the lead, Valyria steel Longsword drew a dark arc, and a Lannister soldier who was blocking him didn't even have time to react before he was chopped into two pieces with his armor on.
Valyria The edge of steel is fully demonstrated at this moment, and those armors made of fine steel are as fragile as paper in front of it.
"Hound!" Tyene yelled in surprise.
However, the hound did not look back at all. He just rode his horse and rushed to Oberyn's side. He chopped down the two soldiers who were besieging him with one sword. He turned back and glanced at the Prince of Dorne through the slit of his helmet.
"Next time you rush so fast, I won't save you!"
The saved Oberyn gasped for air, but his words were not forgiving at all. "Watch your words, I am a prince!"
"In Dorne, you would have been hung up in the sun for talking to me like this."
"Fuck the prince! I'm still the king!" The hound spat, then raised Lady Silence again and rushed towards another group of Lannister soldiers.
Although the two of them were bickering all the time, their movements were not slow at all.
With heavy armor and the Valyria sword, the Hound is simply a killing machine on the frontal battlefield, while Oberyn uses his agility and experience to constantly shuttle among the enemy groups, using the dagger and the Longsword he picked up alternately, making every shot precise and deadly.
They chopped up Lannister soldiers and had a great time!
After all, Oberyn and Lannister had a bloody feud, so they were naturally merciless in killing them.
And the Hound... Although this guy has done a lot of killing, this is the first time he has killed a Lannister.
When he served as Joffrey's Kingsguard, he was nominally protecting the royal family, but in reality he was a dog raised by Lannister.
Now that he was free, he could chop whoever he wanted. This novelty made him more and more excited.
After all... men, they all want to feel fresh.
Soon, the elite knight squad of Black Hand Mafia, led by the Hound and Yego, completely tore through the defense line of the Lannister soldiers.
Although there are not many of them, each one of them is a master carefully selected by Corleone. Coupled with the top knight Hound, their combat effectiveness is simply ridiculously high.
More importantly, the Lannister soldiers did not form an effective formation at all.
In order to carry out Tywin's order to "seal the ruins and prohibit anyone from leaving", they dispersed most of their troops around the ruins and formed a loose encirclement.
This kind of deployment is more than enough when facing unarmed nobles and civilians, but when facing the charge of Black Hand Mafia elite cavalry, it is simply a mess.
The hunting dog led the cavalry to rush left and right among the enemy groups, tearing a hole with every charge.
Yego led another group of people to weave in from the side. In addition, there were an unknown number of Black Hand Mafia soldiers outside besieging them. Caught between two sides, the Lannister soldiers' defense line completely collapsed.
What's even worse is that all their commanders are dead.
Adam Malbrand Ser was blown to pieces by wildfire, Davon Lannister had just been stabbed through the throat by Oberyn's dagger, Tybert Hesbane was stabbed through the abdomen by Davon's sword, and he fell in a pool of blood, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
The three generals who could command the troops all fell, and the remaining centurions and Squad Leader didn't know who to listen to.
Some wanted to continue fighting, some wanted to retreat, and some wanted to ask Tywin for instructions, but Tywin was protected behind the gun and shield formation by a few personal guards and could not care about commanding the troops outside.
In the chaos, I don't know who dropped the weapon first.
"I surrender! I surrender!"
A young Lannister soldier threw Longsword to the ground and knelt down with his head in his hands.
With the first, there is the second and the third.
More and more Lannister soldiers began to throw away their weapons and kneel down to surrender.
They are all soldiers recruited from the Western Region. Although they have experienced the baptism of the War of Five Kings, in the end most of them are just ordinary people. After all, nobles and knights are in the minority.
Now that all the commanders are dead and the defense line has collapsed, what's the point of continuing to fight other than losing your life in vain?
The hunting dogs galloped through a group of kneeling soldiers who were surrendering. Lady Kongji was hanging by her side, the tip of her sword pointed at the ground.
He didn't kill them, partly because hunting dogs were not keen on meaningless killing like his brother, and partly because Corleone had ordered him before.
"We do not kill those who lay down their weapons and surrender. This is the rule."
The hunting dog just stopped in front of the group of soldiers and looked down at them condescendingly.
The Black Hand Mafia cavalry led by Yego had surrounded the dozen Kingsguard regiments, but without Corleone's order, they just surrounded them without taking action.
At this point, the battle on the ruins has basically ended.
The corpses of Lannister soldiers were everywhere, the bright red armor and blood intertwined together, almost indistinguishable from each other.
The surviving nobles and commoners huddled on the edge of the ruins and shivered. Most of them had not recovered from the series of events just now.
First Coronation Ceremony, then the wildfire explosion, then Tywin's miraculous survival, then Cersei was accused, Kevan resigned, Tybert rebelled, and Davon was killed...
Now another Prince of Dorne and a group of Black Hand Mafia cavalry appeared.
What the hell is going on?
I don't understand, I really don't understand.
But they know one thing, that is, they must not make any random noise at this time.
The best way to deal with it is to bury your head in the soil and pretend to be an ostrich.
When all the dust settled, the low and long sound of the horn tore through the dead silence on the ruins.
Slowly and heavily, like a whimper rising from the depths of the earth, one after another, the soldiers of Black Hand Mafia automatically separated to both sides to make way for a straight passage.
People looked curiously and saw a gray horse approaching slowly at the intersection of smoke and sunlight at the end of the passage.
The horses' hooves stepped on the gravel and dust, and every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's heartbeat.
The man on the back of the horse is wearing a jet-black battle armor, and the gray-white cloak behind him rustles in the afternoon wind. The five fingers of the black palm on the cloak are slightly open.
As if to strangle the entire King's Landing sky!