The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Flea Bottom was where all the poor people in the city gathered. A group of Star Warriors from the Poor People's Assembly lived there, numbering five hundred.

This team was ordered to develop more poor people in Flea Bottom to join the Poor People's Assembly.

When the great bell rang, waking everyone in the city from their sleep, the five hundred Star Warriors in Flea Bottom were also awakened.

Everyone in the city knew that the Sacred Bell would not be rung for no reason. The law stipulated that the great bell would only be rung if a very serious accident occurred in the dynasty, or a very joyous ceremony.

On the street, a squad leader of the Star Warrior team looked in the direction of the Great Sept of Baelor, his face filled with surprise and uncertainty: "Morris, go and get Knight Joshi up quickly. We have to gather all the warriors and rush back to see."

"Yes, Captain."

Morris hurried into a messy courtyard on the side of the street. The Star Warriors crowded noisily in the courtyard, some looking for wooden sticks, some inquiring about the situation, and some shouting the names of their teammates. Everyone was in chaos, but Knight Joshi, the Holy Sword Knight who commanded the team, was nowhere to be seen.

Knight Joshi lived on the third floor. Like Lancel, he was the leader of the Star Warriors, in charge of this five-hundred-man team.

Morris rushed to the third floor: "Knight Joshi, the Sacred Bell is ringing..." Bang! He pushed open the door and was shocked, completely stunned, unable to move.

Knight Joshi was lying in a large character shape, a short knife inserted into his chest. His eyes were wide open, there was blood on the corners of his mouth, and the short knife was in the position of his heart.

Knight Joshi, a Holy Sword Knight stationed in Flea Bottom to develop members of the Poor People's Assembly, was killed!

In the courtyard downstairs, the Star Warriors rushed out in a chaotic manner. They waved large sticks, hung short knives on their waists, had no armor, no shields, no formation, no slogans, and no one gave orders. They were completely a rabble.

Morris didn't know how he turned around. He had to go out and tell the captain the news. As soon as he turned around, a shadow flashed, and a short knife pierced into his stomach. Then the hilt of the knife turned, the short knife was pulled out, and the man left quickly.

Morris didn't even see the face of the murderer clearly.

"No!" Morris reached forward, as if trying to grab the murderer running downstairs. Suddenly, his heart ached, and a short knife pierced in from his back and out through his chest.

There was actually a murderer hidden in Joshi's room.

Morris looked at the tip of the knife protruding from his chest with horrified eyes. The short knife was suddenly pulled out of his body, as if all his strength had been drained. He lunged forward and fell on the stairs, his eyes wide open, full of horror.

"Morris!" The captain's voice faintly came from the street outside, "Tell Knight Joshi to hurry up, we have to form a line."

The captain's voice was soon drowned out by the noisy tide of Star Warriors' voices.

Morris's captain was named Harry.

The Star Warriors had an advantage, which was that they were easily excited, fanatical, and fearless; they had a disadvantage, which was that they lacked the discipline of an army.

In Flea Bottom, the only person with absolute authority was Knight Joshi.

Harry decided to return to the courtyard to call Knight Joshi himself. As soon as he turned around, he suddenly felt a pain in his lower abdomen. A short knife pierced into his lower abdomen, and the person's body pressed tightly against him. He exerted force on his hand, and the short knife stirred in Harry's stomach...

Harry's body stiffened, and black shadows flashed around him. Suddenly, his waist hurt, and a short knife pierced into his waist from the left side, penetrating most of his body.

The two short knives were not pulled out, so that blood would not splatter, and the bloody smell would overflow very slowly, and would not quickly alert the Star Warriors. When Harry opened his mouth to speak, the two black shadows had already wrapped themselves into the black shadows of the chaotic Star Warriors.

Even facing the person who stabbed his lower abdomen, Harry did not see clearly who stabbed him. The scene was too chaotic, there were too many people, and the lit torches were also shaking randomly.

There are enemies in the team!

Flea Bottom has a main street that runs through the entire slum. The east side of the main street reaches the city wall of Iron Gate, and the west side connects to Silent Sisters Street.

The first radical team, waving wooden sticks and holding torches, rushed to the street. At the street junction connecting to Silent Sisters Street, two huge bonfires had already been lit, and torches were lit on both sides of the street. In the firelight, a fully armed infantry phalanx was lined up on the street, all with triangular shields, single-handed swords, helmets, and shiny black armor.

A short general was riding on a horse, fully armed, holding a short sword high in his hand. He was behind the phalanx.

This short general was a close minister of the imperial court, Master of Whisperers, Lord Berne Clegane.

"Kill!" Berne roared out a powerful voice.

His movements were also standard, pointing the short sword forward.

Boom!

The sword and shield soldiers arranged in a phalanx advanced forward. They took a step forward, making a muffled sound.

Boom!

The second step was taken, uniform and consistent, and the ground was shaking.

This was a phalanx of two hundred-man teams, blocking the entire passage.

Boom boom boom!

The team advanced in an orderly manner, one step at a time, the shields next to the shields, impeccable, the shields in front, the short swords behind, one step at a time, advancing forward.

The chaotic Star Warriors stopped.

They saw this seemingly perfect shield formation for the first time.

No one knew how to break this shield phalanx.

Everyone looked at each other.

The leaders and captains were not there, no one commanded, and no one gave orders.

"Star Warriors, charge, kill them all." Someone suddenly shouted. The voice was in the middle of the team, very excited.

"The Seven Gods protect us, we are invincible! Charge! Charge!" A voice roared passionately. The voice was at the very back.

"Charge, kill all the enemies in the way. The Warrior is with us." More voices sounded in the team.

So, the Star Warriors, who had originally realized that the situation was not good, crashed into it in a chaotic manner. The wooden sticks were raised high and smashed down fiercely. There was a loud bang, bang, bang, bang, and the wooden sticks hit the shields, and wood chips flew, unable to hurt the warriors behind the shields at all. The shields rebounded, and even their arms were numb.

"Defense!" Berne shouted from the rear of the team.

The shields were then densely stacked together, the teams were closer together, the people behind pushed the warriors in front, and the warriors in front held up the shields, forming a huge tortoise shell.

"Advance!" Berne shouted.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" The warriors shouted in unison, exerting force together, and advancing forward. Every time they pushed forward, they paused and shouted 'Ho'.

The Star Warriors who were squeezed in front of the shields had never fought like this before. They didn't know how to break the shield formation with wooden sticks. The short swords were like poisonous snakes, constantly stabbing out from under the shields and through the gaps. The Star Warriors in the front line were stabbed one after another and kept falling.

Screams began to sound disharmoniously in the midst of the fervent shouts of 'attack, attack'.

The combined force of two hundred sword and shield soldiers pushing together could not be resisted by a group of rabble.

Wooden sticks were useless, so they were discarded and replaced with short knives. Short knives were even more useless. The shields blocked the short knives. The Star Warriors, who were equivalent to combat rookies, could not see the people behind the shields at all. The short swords stabbed out mercilessly, and the bodies without any leather armor protection were like water bags.

Puff!

A sword stabbed out, and the water bag leaked water and quickly deflated.

This five-hundred-man Star Warrior team began to collapse.

Their spirit was still fanatical, but their bodies were very honest. No matter how fearless they were, the team was retreating steadily. The shield formation advanced non-stop, one step at a time, one kill at a time, one kill and one shout: Ho!

The rational and sober people in the team began to flee, and the timid and those with weak wills also began to flee. They ran into the small streets on both sides, into the darkness. Some Star Warriors, who were only trying to get a bite to eat, decided to flee back to their hometown. It was too dangerous to get a bite to eat in King's Landing—then, screams rang out in the darkness, as if there were invisible carnivorous beasts in the dark small streets.

The screams coming from the darkness were miserable and shrill, making the Star Warriors who fled into the dark small streets tremble with fear. They turned around and fled back.

Soon, two teams appeared on the small streets on both sides, two teams of spearmen, fifty spears on each side.

Ten people in a row, a total of five rows.

The spears were twice as long as the wooden sticks. The spearmen in formation steadily advanced, constantly stabbing, and the Star Warriors fell one after another.

Boom!

The last line of defense of the fearless Star Warriors collapsed! Everyone began to flee in all directions, like ants whose nest had been blown up.

If the three sides were blocked, then go to the back, in the direction of Iron Gate.

They turned around and fled backward, but before they ran far, the team seemed to hit a wall. The people in front turned back, while the people behind were still rushing forward. The warriors collided with each other and were all in chaos.

On the east side, a two-hundred-man sword and shield phalanx also appeared. This team advanced silently, without shouting, like a silent black beast blocking the street. The Star Warriors who crashed into it fell one after another.

Four sides were surrounded, a total of five hundred-man teams, with a total force of: five hundred people.

These five hundred-man teams commanded by Berne were all warriors from Crackclaw Point—Royal Navy warriors.

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Shoemaker's Square, the battlefield situation was different. The Master of Ships—Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Navy, Wagner Gower, led two thousand naval warriors, surrounding one thousand five hundred Star Warriors in a fan shape, leaving only one escape route: the Gods' Gate.

Wagner took the lead, directly rushing into the Star Warrior camp and hacking and killing. Half of the two thousand naval warriors were from Crackclaw Point, and half were from other fishing villages. These soldiers had been training in combat skills for several months, and they needed actual combat, they needed to see blood.

As soon as the battle began, the Star Warriors who woke up from their sleep collapsed one after another.

The leader of the one thousand five hundred Star Warriors in Shoemaker's Square was Ser Lancel Lannister.

Wagner Landon, the head of House Landon, while waving his long sword to hack and kill enemies, shouted Lancel's name. Beside him, the warriors of the Landon tribe followed the clan leader to charge and kill, unstoppable. There was no enemy team that could fight even slightly.

Unfortunately, the High Sparrow was a spiritual leader, not a military leader. He could command three thousand Star Warriors with spirit and faith, but he did not have the ability to train their military skills.

Lancel Lannister stood in the panicked team, surrounded by the so-called warriors running back and forth like locusts, in a chaotic mess, while he was expressionless, his expression wooden. He was unable to integrate the Star Warrior Legion, which had no military literacy, no armor, no swordsmanship skills, no formation training, and no military discipline—and had already been completely defeated.

Many Star Warriors were running away wearing only shorts!

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On the square of the Great Sept of Baelor, the Mountain led five hundred warriors to appear. He drew out the Ice greatsword with his backhand, three steps at a time, and rushed to the highest step in the blink of an eye. Behind him were five hundred naval warriors densely packed, shouting and charging.

Two Holy Sword Knights drew their swords to fight. The Mountain did not stop his steps. He waved the greatsword in his hand and cut the Holy Sword Knight who was charging in front into two pieces. Before the upper half of the body that was cut off could fall, the Mountain had already rushed to the front of the second Holy Sword Knight. He punched out with his iron-gloved fist, hitting the chest of the Holy Sword Knight who had just raised his sword high. His stride distance was too large, his speed was too fast, beyond imagination, and the knight was too uncomfortable.

The knight's armor was dented, his bones were broken, and with a muffled bang, the man flew out like a stone bullet, crashing into the knight team behind him, knocking several people unconscious and knocking down a large group of people.

The Mountain wore plate armor, with chainmail underneath the plate armor, and leather that fit the body underneath the chainmail. He had maximized his defense.

The Mountain crashed into the Holy Sword Knight team. Countless long swords shone coldly, surrounding him. The long swords slashed and chopped on his armor, and the Mountain did not dodge or avoid. Sparks flew in the clanging sound, and terrible scratches appeared on the fine plate armor, shocking to the eye.

The Mountain swept his greatsword horizontally, back and forth several times. The cold light was like lightning, and dozens of Star Warriors blocking the gate were cleared by half, with limbs, broken swords, hot blood, and internal organ fragments everywhere, like a human hell. The remaining half shouted and fled into the side door.

Next to each gate, there was a side door.

The side door was for the noble's maids and servants to enter. Maids and servants belonged to the status of servants and were not qualified to enter from the main gate.

There were many rules in the Great Sept of Baelor, and the rules of hierarchy were even stricter.

The Mountain reached the front of the side door in just two steps. He chopped down the Ice sword vertically, cutting a knight in the middle, and swept across, cutting all the knights squeezed outside the side door into two pieces.

Behind him, five hundred naval warriors had already covered up and killed, and the shouts were almost earth-shattering. Weapons were raised together, shining coldly, like a forest of swords and swords. Everyone was vying to be the first, and everyone was encouraged, not willing to fall behind in front of Lord Mountain. The naval corps had been newly established for several months, but because the Mountain charged in front, everyone was encouraged, their blood was boiling, and their morale was high. The Star Warriors were unable to resist at all and fled from the side door one after another.

The Mountain aimed the Ice greatsword at the Father's Gate and slashed down with all his strength. With a bang, with just the first sword, the greatsword cut through the thick gate, leaving a crack in the gate, and wood chips flew.

The Valyrian steel sword in the Mountain's hand was like a giant hammer delivering a heavy blow.

Bang bang bang!

The Mountain chopped with all his strength, and forcibly cut a big hole in the Father's Gate. The thirty Holy Sword Knights lined up in formation behind the door were all frightened.

The Mountain's ferocity and terror were like an ancient beast. Once the door was broken open, who could stop his Ice sword?

Although everyone was frightened, the formation of the Holy Sword Knights was not chaotic at all. Thirty people were like one person, motionless.—This was excellent military literacy.