The stone bag at the end of the trebuchet made a crisp cracking sound each time it launched a stone.
The Soldiers at the archer positions were engaged in continuous firing, with five or six quivers placed at each of their feet.
Arrows rained down on the city walls, and the trebuchets' stones hailed down on the heads of the defenders.
"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot that flag to pieces!"
Kevan rode on his horse, shouting loudly, his eyes bloodshot, staring at the black-and-white wolf banner on the city wall. He had never disliked the black and white color scheme as much as he did now.
Soon, under the dense rain of arrows, the banner was torn into rags.
With the cover of powerful firepower, Lannister Soldiers had already scaled the city walls.
"Push them back! Push them back!"
Dondarrion was still directing the fight on the city wall. It was not yet time to let Lannister Soldiers into the city.
He had to wait for more attackers, just a little more!
Just as he was giving orders, he suddenly felt as if someone had hammered his upper back.
"An arrow hit me," Dondarrion thought, but he didn't hesitate and continued to fight.
He saw two Lannister Soldiers charging onto the city wall, only a dozen steps away from him, and he was about to lead his men to stop them.
Just then, a figure flashed past him.
"My lord! I killed them! My name is—"
Dondarrion didn't hear what the man said.
However, from the accent, he sounded like a Northerner.
The Northern Soldier directly pounced on the Western Soldier who hadn't yet found his footing, using his body to ram and pull, falling off the city wall with the two Soldiers.
—Grain!"
Dondarrion suspected he had misheard, but he felt more shocked than ever.
Jon's grand principles could sway 'cultured people' like them.
But for a mere Northern Soldier to be so brave and self-sacrificing was truly beyond his expectation.
And immediately after, more such Soldiers appeared.
Even with enemy swords and daggers in their bodies, they used their weight to delay the enemy's advance.
This caused the initially surging Lannister Soldiers to be directly driven back down.
And then Dondarrion was surprised to find that the Soldiers who fearlessly blocked the Western army were all surprisingly old.
However, soon other young Soldiers, as if encouraged by them, also began to emulate them.
Below, Kevan, who couldn't clearly see the situation on the city wall, roared and sent more Soldiers to the city wall.
The siege ladders almost covered the entire wall; more than a thousand Soldiers were currently climbing!
"Attack! Attack!"
Kevan waved the longsword in his hand, and to boost morale, he even came down to the foot of the city wall, entering the range of arrows.
His personal guard knights followed him closely, always ready to take damage for him with their bodies.
Amidst the sounds of fighting and the spraying of blood, King's Landing welcomed another morning.
Piled bodies almost submerged the base of the city wall.
There were Western Soldiers, Northern Soldiers, Riverlands men, and warriors from the Mountain Clan Tribes.
Armor, blood-soaked mud, rubble, and arrows were mixed together, forming an ugly, distorted abstract painting.
Tywin, in the distance, stared intently at the city wall. Finally, he saw the scarlet banner fluttering.
Tywin secretly praised Kevan in his heart, and then remembered Jon's disrespectful remarks about his deceased wife on the Green Fork that day.
He decided that no matter what, he would make Jon pay the price!
The shouts of battle from the Lions Gate naturally reached the Red Keep.
Joffrey, who had just been choked by Sansa, became excited.
At this moment, a Soldier responsible for keeping watch in the lookout tower came to Maegors Holdfast with a joyful expression: "Your Majesty, Your Grace, the lion banner has been planted on the city wall of the Lions Gate!"
Upon hearing this news, Cersei's expression, which had been tense for several days, suddenly relaxed, and she let out a long sigh of relief.
She reflexively reached for a wine glass, but found her hand trembling uncontrollably.
"It's finally over," Cersei thought to herself.
"Hahaha, your bastard brother is finished!" Joffrey pointed at Sansa and laughed.
"This time, I'll have to punish you well."
Seeing Joffrey like this, Sansa's body trembled uncontrollably, and she quickly shouted: "Myrcella, Myrcella and Tommen are still with my brother!"
Seeing Sansa say this, Cersei suddenly realized this point.
She had been carried away by victory just now. Cersei understood her father; he probably wouldn't compromise with Jon.
"What to do, what to do?" Cersei looked around, wanting to find someone to consult.
Pycelle was too old; his own mind was not clear.
Cersei believed that the only person she could consult with was Varys.
"Hmm? Where did Varys go?" Just as Cersei felt puzzled, she suddenly felt a tremor from beneath her feet.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
"What's happening!" Cersei asked, somewhat alarmed.
At this moment, a Soldier suddenly reported: "Your Majesty! The Northerners! The Northerners have broken in!"
Varys, secret passages, the North!
In an instant, Cersei thought of a terrible consequence.
At this time, below Maegors Holdfast, Jon and a group of Soldiers, carrying a battering ram, continuously assaulted the red-painted oak door of Maegors Holdfast.
"Heave-ho! Ram! Heave-ho! Ram! Heave-ho! Ram!"
The thick battering ram pounded the door of Maegors Holdfast, raising dust, stripping away the red paint, and even cracking the wood underneath.
Seeing this, Harrion was not to be outdone, pushing aside a Soldier in front of him and personally holding the battering ram to smash into the door.
"Heave-ho!"
With a dull thud, the red oak door was forced open.
Everyone saw a great hall, where dozens of guards formed a hedgehog-like defensive formation, blocking Jon's path.
This was the first floor of Maegors Holdfast, the largest area, known as the 'Queen's Ballroom'.
Harrion ordered his Soldiers to drop the battering ram and prepare for battle, but found that Jon was still holding the battering ram.
Then, a scene he would never forget unfolded.
Jon lifted the battering ram, weighing several hundred catties, onto his shoulder and charged straight towards the Red Keep guards.
"Aaaah!!!"
And the Red Keep guards, seeing such a terrifying monster rushing towards them, their hastily formed formation collapsed at the first touch.
Harrion still hadn't recovered from his shock.
Jon's height only reached his chin, but he never expected that his not-so-burly body could unleash such terrifying power.
Fortunately, he reacted in time. His own Soldiers, seeing Jon's bravery, had their morale instantly ignited.
They quickly charged up to the second floor.
Jon and Harrion each led half of the Soldiers in the charge upwards.
The stairs of Maegors Holdfast, to reflect royal dignity, were not so narrow.
Especially heavy armored Soldiers were practically unstoppable here.
Just as everyone was fighting with gusto, a voice came from above the Soldiers' heads: "Jon Snow! Sansa Stark is in my hands. Make your men retreat, or I will kill her!"
"Sansa!" Harrion and Jon both heard it.
The voice came from above the spacious and exquisite staircase; it was clearly a woman's voice.
"Jon Snow! You come up alone, we—we talk!" Cersei's voice was clearly trembling.
"Jon," Harrion began, but was stopped by Jon. At this moment, there were only about ten people upstairs, and Jon was not afraid if it came to a fight.
Even if a struggle occurred, it would be enough time for Harrion to catch up.
Cersei was now in a state of extreme fear, and perhaps only his personal presence could prevent her from taking drastic actions.
This was also why Jon insisted on personally attacking the Red Keep. Cersei was, after all, royalty, and he was the commander of the army. If she died in the chaos of battle, this blame would only fall on Jon's head.
He had traveled a long way, prevented Robb from becoming king and was alienated, engineered a military coup, and desperately held back a hundred thousand men's attack, all to become a regional lord.
Since he wanted to become a lord, his reputation could not be too controversial.
Moreover, he had promised the old Soldiers and the Mountain Clan Tribes food, rewards, and new habitats, which could only be realized once Jon became a lord, and a great lord at that.
Not just for himself, but also for those who followed him.
"Your Grace, I have three hostages, and you only have one. If Sansa suffers any harm, I will demand double the price from your family. A Lannister always pays his debts, right?"
"Sansa is fine, you come up!" Cersei assured Jon again.
Jon sheathed his sword and walked up step by step, soon reaching the corner of the stairs where two white-robed figures stood.
"Get out of the way!"
"Hand over your sword!" one of them said.
"I said get out of the way!" Jon roared, having already ascertained that there were only seven or eight guards upstairs, and thus paid even less attention to them.
Then Cersei's voice came again.
"Let him come up." Led by the two white-robed figures, Jon entered the room. As soon as Sansa in the room saw Jon, tears streamed down her face.
All the grievances seemed to pour out with her tears in an instant.
"Jon—" Sansa's throat choked, unable to even fully say her bastard brother's name.
During this time, she had been forced to look at Eddard Stark's head.
Now, with a living family member standing before her, the feeling was inexpressible, her blue eyes fixed on Jon, unable to look away.
Cersei cleared her throat, forcing herself to calm down. She spoke to Jon: "Jon, my father has already broken into King's Landing. As long as you hand over Myrcella and Tommen, I will let you and Sansa leave."
"Kill him! I want to kill him! Mother, we cannot let him go!"
Joffrey on the side began to chatter, but then suddenly met Jon's gray eyes.
He felt his heart skip a beat. What kind of gaze was that? It was as if he was just a bug that could be crushed at any time.
"Are those your terms?" Jon said. "Then my terms are: hand over Joffrey, and you confess to the High Septon, admitting that all three of them are your illegitimate bastards."
"You're talking nonsense." Joffrey was about to retort but was glared back into silence by Jon's gaze.
"bastard, what are you saying? Do you really want to take us all down with you?" Cersei was getting anxious. This young man had no intention of negotiating with her at all.
Jon casually found a chair by the window and sat down, then said: "You don't have to decide yet. It should be soon. Your father and the Western army will all perish in the wildfire."
"What did you say?" Cersei seemed disbelieving, or perhaps she hadn't heard clearly.
Time passed by second by second. The atmosphere in the room was extremely oppressive. Just now, a Soldier had seen Tywin break through the city from the lookout tower, and they thought Jon was just bluffing.
But suddenly, Cersei saw a green light reflected on Jon's face.
Green light shone in from outside the window, and a faint green glow appeared on everyone in the room, from the guards to Sansa, from Joffrey to Cersei herself.
Before she could react, a rumbling sound came from afar.
Everyone in the room seemed to be frozen.
They subconsciously looked towards the window, remembering the Battle of the Blackwater not long ago.
At this moment, Jon spoke: "I believe Lord Tywin should have perished in the inferno, Your Grace. Hand Joffrey over to me, confess to the High Septon, and I guarantee the lives of your remaining two children on my father's honor."
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