Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 187: The Fall of the Fortress

On the city gate tower, Cortnay Penrose, the castellan of Storm's End, wore a stern expression, his tightly furrowed brow seemingly capable of pinching a fly to death.

Why this sudden attack?

Storm's End had been under siege for over ten days, without any assault. Clearly, the enemy understood the strength of this fortress.

So, why the change today? What is different today?

Unfortunately, the intelligence was unclear.

Cortnay Penrose could only hold onto his doubts. After all, Storm's End was surrounded, and no one was sending information here anymore.

He could understand.

If ravens were used to send important information here, it might be intercepted by the enemy, which would be a great loss, possibly even affecting the outcome of the war.

Because of this, Cortnay Penrose knew almost nothing about the war situation outside Storm's End.

Where had Lord Renly gone?

Had there been any battles, which battles, where were the battlefields, and what were the results?

Was the army advancing on King's Landing?

Cortnay Penrose had no idea. He could only try to guess without personal feelings, adjusting Storm's End's defenses based on the possible situations.

The only source of information and object of observation was the enemy camp outside the city.

Cortnay Penrose listened to his subordinates' reports twice a day, and he himself often climbed the city walls to observe any changes in the camp.

The results were quite encouraging.

The large golden stag on black banner still stood above Joffrey's tent, and directly opposite it was another banner of the same size, a golden lion on a red background, beneath which was another luxurious scarlet tent.

Initially, no one in the city knew what this meant, but they later discovered that it was just a toy created by Joffrey for his enjoyment.

The golden tent was used for banquets, and the red tent was used to satisfy personal desires.

Although many people felt that this seemed similar to Lord Renly's temperament, it at least proved Joffrey's extravagance, willfulness, and intention to hold a long-term confrontation.

Apart from this change, the situation in other parts of the camp was also surprisingly reassuring.

The enemy soldiers only lined up once a day, shouting slogans, singing a few strange songs, and then there were no other unified actions.

For most of the day.

From the city walls, the entire camp seemed like a chaotic market, with a not serious atmosphere.

After this situation lasted for a few days, many soldiers in the city began to eagerly request permission from Ser Cortnay Penrose to lead troops out of the city for a sneak attack to demoralize the enemy.

No one thought that such an enemy could remain vigilant at all times.

But Cortnay Penrose remained vigilant. His cautious nature made him order no risks. Holding Storm's End was a great achievement, and even a victory in a sortie would not be considered a merit.

In any case, the garrison in the city was smaller than the enemy, and there were no reinforcements.

Even if this was not an enemy trap, a successful raid would inevitably result in losses to one's own soldiers, and the defensive strength of the castle would be weakened. Cortnay would never allow this.

As for whether it was an enemy trap, there was no chance to verify it.

The two sides spent the past ten days or so in this delicate balance, each calm, but unable to truly relax completely.

Until today.

Cortnay Penrose looked at the enemy below and felt a faint sense of unease.

Three enemy forces surrounded them from three sides, close enough to count their numbers, each with a thousand men, in three rows; far enough to be beyond the attack range of all the equipment, leaving everyone on the city walls only able to stare blankly.

Woo ~ ~ ~ ~

The mournful flute sounded long and mournfully, echoing throughout the sky.

The atmosphere instantly became more oppressive.

The soldiers on the city wall couldn't help but perk up and nervously re-check the bows, crossbows, and catapults at hand to gain a sense of security.

The proportion of defenders killed was much smaller than that of attackers, yes, everyone knew that.

But once the city falls… …

The officers patrolled the city walls, loudly conveying orders, telling everyone to be prepared, listen to the command, aim, and then fire, no advance, no hesitation, no friendly fire.

Cortnay Penrose was still thinking about the question: Why choose today to attack?

Boom boom boom — —

A series of huge explosions interrupted his thoughts and silenced the officers' voices.

Dong ~ ~

A violent tremor came from under his feet, one after another, the power constantly superimposed, more capable of shaking Storm's End than the greatest storm.

Cortnay Penrose stared at the enemy formation in front of him, his pupils trembling.

What am I seeing?!

Streaks of white mist were born from the gaps in the enemy's ranks, and black shadows rushed over madly with a scream, hitting directly below him.

That is the city gate!

Occasionally, black shadows deviated from their trajectory, plowing deep channels in the earth and stone ground in front of the city wall, or blasting out scorched pits, which made people see its terrifying power, and morale became even lower.

Woo ~ ~ ~

The flute sound did not stop, but now it sounded like the roar of a demon, the smirk of a devil.

"Charge ah ~ ~!"

In the deep and passionate flute sound, the Shield Brothers had no fear in their hearts, only firmness and fanaticism, forward! Forward! Forward!

Isn't this the mission of the shield! Four hundred Shield Brothers ran towards the city gate with all their strength.

"Iron Bull" Gendry was one of them.

For this glorious first battle today, he solemnly put on his most cherished, hand-made bull-headed helmet. This was also the origin of his "Iron Bull" title.

Woo ~ ~ ~

The long flute sound, for "Iron Bull", this was the horn of celebrating victory, the call of a bright future, it was all he cared about at this time.

War! Victory!!

He used all his strength, only to run at the forefront of the team, and step into the city gate one step earlier.

The air continued to hit his helmet, and the fierce wind poured in from the gap, whistling along with his breathing, and the armor was also creaking.

But all he heard was the whistle symbolizing battle.

All he saw was the broken and collapsed drawbridge and city gate, and the city gate cave where wood, stone, steel, and iron were splashing.

Closer! Closer!

Suddenly, many shadows appeared in the field of vision, interfering with the picture of the city gate in front.

Dong! Ta! Pa… …

Countless stones and crossbows attacked him head-on, most of them fell on the ground, and some hit his companions.

Dong ~

The echoing impact was transmitted into his head through the helmet of "Iron Bull".

Iron Bull still did not stop, but shook off the gravel on his body according to the rhythm, so as not to get stuck somewhere and affect his progress.

He was not worried about the precious helmet being damaged.

With the help of the accumulated divine grace, the helmet had become the shield of his shield.

Arrived!

Flames had already ignited in front of the city gate, and hot oil was poured down, like heavy rain.

"Iron Bull" sprinted.

Unscathed, only consuming some Shield Brothers power, the accumulation of more than ten days was enough to support the entire battle.

Looking around, he finally stopped.

Am I the first?

"Sergeant Aisi, you take the second squad to clear the murder hole!"

Aisi, who had worked hard to keep up with Lieutenant Gendry, immediately pointed to the steam injector behind him, "Please rest assured, platoon leader, I will not let anyone go!"

"Sergeant Hawke, the third squad guards the city gate."

"Iron Bull" waved his hand, "The first squad follows me, capture Cortnay alive!"

"Kill!"

"Iron Bull" rushed to the front, chopped down the guards who came to him, crossed the broken iron gate, and stepped into Storm's End.

Soon.

More soldiers poured in in squads and platoons… …

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